Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

Chapter 43: In Charge

Sapnap has his eyes closed, lying on your bed and letting out a deep sigh. He can almost imagine it. You and him, after a long and exhausting day, sleeping in your bed while holding each other closely. Karl would hold you from the other side. Sure, Karl and Sapnap are having quite some issues in their relationship, but Sapnap knows his fiancé likes you the same way he happens to do. Only if he could get Karl to admit it.

Stretching out on your bed, staring at the ceiling, he thinks. Fantasizes. Daydreaming about a life that could be, if only it could be less then a simple fragment of his imagination. It could be true, of course, but he doesn't believe he'd ever have the courage to ask you out. Of course, he's do anything for you. Whether this means cleaning up your cat's shit or committing a literal felony, if it means keeping you happy and safe.

But asking you out? No, that's where he draws the line.

His wonders are interrupted, however, by your little friend, meowing so that he finally may have the food that Sapnap should have just given him to begin with. The big eyes of Sherlock are staring at him and for some reason, Sapnap feels like he's being watched. He doesn't know by what, or by whom, but he's being watched. Probably by your cat, but it doesn't feel exactly comforting, to say the least.

Reluctantly, Sapnap stands up and feeds Sherlock finally, closing the door to your bedroom in hopes that you will never notice he was there. Or at least, not find it alarming enough to say anything about it, like what probably happened at the other moments he came here.

After he's fed Sherlock, he's ready to leave again, until he passes a door, which is slightly open. Judging by the small gap, he guesses that your cat managed to get in and play with some toy for him you have there.

And now he's curious.

Going against every instinct he has, he slightly opens the door, expecting some kind of a child-like trap to jump right at him. However, when he opens the door further, Sherlock sprints into the room, causing some sounds to enter Sapnap's ears.

Sherlock must have deactivated the traps.

He faintly smiles to himself. You care about your cat, huh? And he happens to be useful too. That's quite handy.

Walking inside, he discovers that the room he's in at this moment, must be some kind of a lab or yours. There are all kinds of things on the walls and on your desk, things which he cannot even recognize, and it already shows how talented you in reality are. Looking over the things in your cute little lab, he starts admiring you even more. Maybe he should suggest to Karl to hire you at KinoChronos? He bets that the company would even be more successful with your brain and hands ready to help.

The longer he enjoys looking at your creations, the wider his smile grows and the more bored Sherlock gets. So, when he leaves the room, Sapnap can hear a slow ticking of a timer start.

That's the sign that the traps will go off, right?

So, as he quickens out of the room, closing the door carefully, he doesn't have to deal with the gunshots that sound like they shot at where he stood earlier. His heart skips a beat and he exhales deeply.

That fucking stupid cat.

Because of that animal, he could've just died.

As he goes after the black cat, he is unaware of the security camera in your home filming him. A footage that would only worsen his friendship with you.

A footage that will throw you off the edge completely.

Schlatt sits at the table with the few men in front of him. The people who he wanted to speak to, being Wilbur, Dream, Quackity and Sam. There is an obvious reason as to why he wants to discuss quite some matters with these people in particular. He told them, of course, that it was for a possible collaboration between Las Nevadas and DeMeter, but this is not at all the case, oh no. He just needs to talk to someone about certain matters, and these four seem to have the biggest effect when it comes to your life in specific.