Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

Chapter 40: The Smartest Person

It's so weird. Standing in front of a tombstone with the name of who was once your friend written on it. Jared. Schlatt is standing behind you and Connor is waiting near the car, which is standing a few miles away from the graveyard. Schlatt wears his usual suit, but with a blue tie instead of a red one. After your day with the teens, you'd left Sam's house – even if he asked you to stay a bit longer – and said goodbye to Tommy. Wilbur also insisted you went with them to the DeMeter building, but you couldn't, as expected. Because you wanted to pay your respects to your deceased friend.

In your hands, you hold a few sunflowers that you hope will grow around his grave. Schlatt sits down on the ground, causing dirt to get on his knees, and he puts the flowers he carries, which are trolliuses, in the ground. He gestures you to do the same and thus, you sit down on the dirty ground and put the flowers in the ground. "May the flowers grow like he used to," Schlatt eventually says, putting his hand on your shoulder reassuringly. "Are you okay?" As you remain there, sitting on the ground, you let out a deep sigh.

"I don't know. I want to say that I am, but honestly, I don't even know what is okay anymore. Have I ever been okay? Is this the way I'm supposed to feel?" Tears start leaving your eyes slowly but surely. Schlatt, however, doesn't react to it. Instead, he looks at your bag, the small bag that you've started carrying with you ever since the Jared's murder.

You've always had it prepared, of course, but never really found it to be necessary. Usually, you forget all about it, because that's just how you are. Today you did take it with you, however, but after Sam pointed it out, you decided to hide it under your jacket. After you needed to get your flowers – or well, the seeds of it which you afterwards shot with your quick-grow-gun – you just carried it like a normal bag instead of trying to hide it like some kind of terrorist.

Before you've even prepared yourself for it, Schlatt has his hands on the bag and opens it, grabbing one of the things inside of it and throwing it on the ground. You know it wasn't in there before.

In any case, Schlatt throws the grenade-looking ball on the ground and for a moment you think he's gone mad. That is, until you see the blue field come out of the ball surrounding you, as if Schlatt believes at any moment a bunch of aliens can come out and shoot the two of you like they're not in a graveyard. You chuckle and turn to him, tears still in your eyes. "Did you put that in my bag?"

"I did. I discovered that it was really full though."

"Yeah, so?" You simply raise your eyebrow.

"What did it even do?"

"It created a field around us that would prevent anyone from listening in case they are at the right distance. We both know that there are some unwanted ears nearby and I have something top secret I want to share with you."

"You took me to Jared's grave to talk?"

"I was at his funeral, I don't need to pay my respects again." When you look at him judgmentally, he puts his hands in the air. "Listen, I'm sorry, okay? But I needed to talk to you in an open place with no technology of others. As I said, this is top secret." You scoff and he continues. "Now, whether you agree or disagree, we're a good duo. The most powerful man in the City and the smartest person to possibly exist."

"The smartest person?"

"Yes, Y/N. You're the smartest person in the City and likely even outside of that. Not because you have a high IQ or because you always got A's at school or some bullshit like that, but because you're the only one who's actually done something with their intelligence. From what I know about you, ever since a teenager you've just been creating, right? You've been doing what you wanted and you've been growing as a person, but you've also learnt more and more. And of course, there's other very important trait about you that makes me consider you the smartest person of the City."