Death's Apprentice (Phil/Schlatt/Wilbur/Foolish/Dream x Reader)

A present

The tea Death prepares is tasty, and when you drink it you can't help and smile because it feels like the first kind interaction you ever had with him.

...I guess he just isn't used to company.

"...thank you for the tea, Master...", you say quietly to him as he stands on his podium, writing down names again that may leave limbo and you involuntarily think about Schlatt.

"You used a lot of my magic to create these things.", he responds after a few minutes surprisingly and you weakly tilt your head at that, his expression blank like usual as he doesn't look at you,

"Don't do it again."

...huh?

"But...I thought this is why I'm learning these things...? To be able to use magic...", you say a bit confused and he pauses for a second in his writings, the sound of feather scratching over parchment stopping.

"You are not experienced enough to create yet. It may have worked on dirt and plants, but if you make a mistake, it can end unwell.", Death continues to write,

"Don't use my magic for it again."

"But - But Master-"

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His voice rings loudly through your head, making you flinch from the sudden intense feeling of your own insignificance rushing through you, that you're speaking to a god and your existence is small and minuscule compared to him-

It's his god-voice rebuking you, the same he used when you asked him too much about the Nether and it feels suppressing, like a weight on your mind that turns you meek in seconds because it reminds you of your place and you just stare at your feet because you don't dare to look up at him because you're not worthy to look at him-

"...it is for your own sake, sparrow."

Then you feel a cold hand on your cheek again and it's the second time he ever touched you, he never did that the years before but now he did it for the second time within a span of two days.

His touch is weirdly enough soothing despite the freezing sensation and the suppressing feeling disappears, dispersing when he talks normally again with you and he tips your chin up so you're looking at his face again.

"Don't use my magic for creation without me allowing it.", he orders but compared to his god-voice it sounds almost soft, even if his expression is still blank with icy, glowing eyes watching you and his thumb is on your chin, your jaw resting on his index finger and you still don't know how he can touch your face but you can't.

"...Yes...", you just mutter quietly and you were so happy that you finally had a purpose.

"Yes what?"

"...yes, Master..."

His grip on your chin loosens a bit, although he doesn't take his hand fully away and it almost feels like he's lingering, even if he never does that.

If he keeps holding on there's probably some reason to it and you can feel the coldness of his thumb brushing your lips without really touching them, just hovering ever so slightly above them and he looks pensive again, as if in thought.

"...Master...?", you say after a while because he's just standing there, unmoving as he keeps your chin in his hand and at that he blinks, letting his hand sink and the now empty space feels colder than before.

"...return to your studies.", he just says and turns away, taking the feather into his hand again as he continues to write down names and you hesitantly lift your hand to your own face, not feeling anything again.