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

Altruism

Your vision is blurry for only a moment as you step back through the portal, leaving you with a dazed feeling and compared to the heat in the Nether, you're freezing inside your own realm.

Even though Death isn't cold ever since he fell asleep it's cold to you, making you shiver as you pull your robe tighter together and you kneel down next to him, pulling the cork out of the small glass bottle Blade had given you.

"So don't worry about ever offending me, little one. I am the one taking offence for those that never survive to take their revenge."

...he's so different...

Despite the way he acted as if he was annoyed with your tears and your whining he still wiped them and comforted you and it's weird how easily he can jump between holding a profound speech...

"Man, I would've thought Crow got something cooler going on here. With how secretive he's about his nest."

...and how young he sometimes sounded in comparison to that.

...I'm scared.

You're scared of just how Death would react to whatever you let escape, even if he doesn't remember-

"I'm fine. Guess even in his unconscious state he's still pissed at me."

"...I don't know much about Crow. But he always had a strong reaction about that particular guy's soul. Going even so far as to tell me not to save him when he went into the Nether once. Which is weird, because he's usually the reasonable one."

...some part of him still remembers...

Even if it isn't consciously...maybe that's even more dangerous. 

You have the feeling Death does have emotions, but that he doesn't really understand them and just closes them off and when Blade's face turned paler it didn't look like he was afraid of Schlatt because his red eyes flicked to the unconscious God and not to the portal you said he went through. 

And you can imagine it is because Death is a much more terrifying force than whatever you let escape.

...I don't want Blade to get hurt...

Even if gods can't die...even if he said you shouldn't tell Death what happened...

"Nowadays, I am the God of the ones that lost. Those that are weak in the eyes of mortals." 

...he's a guardian for the weak...

And since he says he doesn't accept authority...you guess he considers you one of his protegees, since you're not a god yet and even if Death might be his friend, he still is an authority figure, of sorts. 

"...please don't be mad...", you whisper like a small prayer, even though the god you pray to is the one you're trying to wake right now, putting the bottle onto his lips as you tilt it a bit upwards to let the heavy liquid run into his mouth.