Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

Chapter 18: R hzd rg ###

T/W: Symptoms of a hangover, such as vomiting and dizziness

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The thing waking you up is vomit. Vomit next to your bed and on it. Your clothes are covered in it and you wish that you can even remember doing it, but all you know is that it makes you sick having to smell it. Fuck, your stomach is killing you. You try to make yourself as small as possible, knowing that you maybe should just go to the toilet, in case even more comes out. You haven't even eaten dinner yesterday night.

I'm a fucking moron.

When you sit up right, you groan, a sudden headache overflowing you along with a spinning room in which you are. Right away, you start getting a bit anxious: you don't have any alcohol poisoning, right?

Just calm down, Y/N. Breathe in, breathe out, name five things in the room. You do so, calming yourself down and getting control over your breathing again, although it doesn't chase away your rapid heartbeat.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

You stand up a little too quickly and run towards the bathroom, closing the door and looking at yourself in the mirror. Sure, you look absolutely exhausted, but your skin looks just as unhealthy as it always is. You let out a sigh of relief. With your shaking hands, you grab a small cup and fill it with water, drinking it right away, before leaving the bathroom again. Shit. What exactly happened yesterday? You can remember small parts, mostly feeling like some kind of a fever dream, but other than that, you're mainly upset about the things you can't remember.

Once you enter the main part of the guest room again, you almost get a fucking heart attack when you spot Dream standing inside of the room. He holds a plate with some food in his one hand and a glass of tea in his other, looking at you. "Good morning, Y/N. I hope you slept well. I don't think you have, considering the puke on your bed, but I hope you have nevertheless. How are you feeling?"

"Terrible," is your only reaction and he lets out a sigh, nodding.

"Follow me. I'll bring you to Wilbur, so you can have breakfast with him. I first wanted to let you eat it in here, but I can't do that to you. I wouldn't even want Tommy to eat breakfast while he's surrounded by puke." You chuckle, although you're not sure whether it's because you actually find his comment funny.

As you follow the A.I. to Wilbur's office, you listen to him talking, constantly zoning out. Until he gives you an elbow. You look up tiredly and he looks back at you. "Did I do that right?"

"What? I'm sorry I didn't really listen," you apologize and Dream keeps staring.

"It's okay. I asked if I did the right thing by contacting Sapnap with the question if he could feed your cat this morning." You look at him surprised, if not shocked.

"Why Sapnap?"

"You mumble in your sleep, Y/N. You mumbled something about Sapnap having to feed your cat, so I did as you asked." You stop walking right away, and before you can even ask it, he tries to reassure you. "I didn't watch you sleeping, by the way. I simply checked up on you to check you were okay." You find all of that hard to believe, but at this point, you're not sure what counts as paranoia anymore. It's not like you can just point out what shows whether he's lying or not. Even if you do have that ability for humans, this is a robot we're talking about. A machine. And although you do want to be sceptical of him, you don't have the energy to do this. You simply let out a sigh.

"Well, thanks," you answer. "How did you contact him anyway?"

"I have my ways." Again, you feel like you should ask more questions, but the way that the world is spinning and stuff, is a bit too distracting to you. "Just so you know, Y/N, I don't hate you." You're not sure what is happening, but before you can even talk back, Dream pulls you into a tight embrace. You feel his breath in your neck