Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

Chapter 19: Hgzb zdzb uiln srn <3

"How do you keep winning?!" Wilbur laughs incredulously, staring at Mastermind. "Can you actually read my thoughts of something?"

"No, you're just bad at this game," you respond with a smirk, standing up from the chair as you put your head proudly in the air. Your headache has slowly been disappearing over the time and you feel a lot better. It's almost noon and you have so much more motivation than usual. God, there are so many ideas just flowing through your mind. You still have to organize that day for Tommy and Tubbo, after all, and now, because of these board games, you have started getting more and more ideas. According to Wilbur, they've never actually played these games before due to lack of time, so this seems like the opportunity. Other than that, you're sure that you'll be able to take care of the other ideas in your mind.

"I'm not bad at this game!" Wilbur squeaks and you grin.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, sweetheart," you chuckle, but you're too distracted by literally everything else to notice the way that Wilbur's cheeks turn bloodred at the nickname. As soon as he himself realizes this, he covers his cheeks with his hands with his elbows leaning on the table. He just stares at you, not knowing what else he should do. And neither do you. You guess that you're just looking for something to do, but you also know that maybe you shouldn't stay here too long. "I think it's time for me to-" you start, but Wilbur doesn't let you finish.

"Oh! You know what we should do sometime? Watch a movie! There are so many that I have here," he mumbles and mumbles, likely doing anything in his power to keep you from leaving him again. Yet, you let out a sigh. As much as you try to make him stop talking, he doesn't. He just keeps on going about plays and movies and the things he wants to do with you. Reading a book together, playing more games, doing more karaoke... It truly doesn't seem like there's anything that can stop him! That is, until the door gets thrown open and a not-so-happy Schlatt walks in, a frown on his face. When he looks at you, he nods and sends you a quick smile.

"Y/N! How are you doing this lovely morning?"

"Uh, fine, I guess."

"That's good to hear!" he responds, throwing his arm over your shoulder and smirking. "Getting drunk with a friend is always better than getting drunk on your own. The hangovers are the only con about it, though." While you and Schlatt talk for a bit, neither of you are aware of Wilbur's eyes glaring at the man. Or well, you thought that neither of you were aware of it. "Say, Wilbur, can I steal you for a bit? I want to see the improvements you've made when it comes to your beloved Dream."

"Uh, yes, of course! Stay here, Y/N, okay? I'll come back in a second," Wilbur tells you with a smile, but you can't ignore the murderous twinkle that seems to appear for a bit in his facial expression. You don't say anything about it, though. So, as Schlatt and Wilbur leave you behind in Wilbur's office, you let out a sigh and sit down on the chair again, looking at the many boxes of board games which you've played. Perhaps you could help Wilbur out a bit, by putting all of that back in the closet. As you stand up and open the closet, already taking the boxes in your hands, you put it back inside, wanting to look at the other things there. But something's off. You know that you shouldn't be going through his stuff, but the weird light on the highest drawer catches your attention. You try to reach it, touch it, feel it, but you can't. Your arm is too short and the closet is pretty high: even Wilbur would never be able to reach the top shelve without something to stand on. So, you grab his chair, and put your feet on it, quickly able to finally fucking reach it.

You hit your head against the ceiling in the process, though.

As you rub the place where it hurts, you look into the closet to find where the light comes from. A button. A small button, just chilling there, waiting to be activated. And everyone knows how tempting buttons are, so why should you even try to fight the urge to press it?