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

Hearing

When you wake up again it's because the large body you're snuggled up against is moving, making you shift and open your eyes a bit groggily.

"Sir...?", you mutter because you still don't know what else to call him, his hand covering your entire stomach and part of your chest, a thumb pushed just underneath it but you barely realize that.

After yesterday night when he brought you a new set of clothes, the same identical shapeless dresses he had stayed with you until you went to bed and asked him if he wanted to lay down, too-

Because he didn't look like he really wanted to leave, the souls fixated on you and you feel way safer with him around so you didn't mind sharing a bed, even though he said he doesn't sleep...

But the Warden stayed, and you fell asleep rather quickly in his arms, the coldness like a soothing rock you could hold onto that feels so familiar...

"...I'm sorry. You can continue sleeping.", he says quietly and his large hand stay on your head for a moment before he shifts your wings down from him to stand up.

"...is everything okay...?", you mumble a bit groggily and rub your eyes, sitting yourself up and he shifts his eyes to the side, still wearing the gas mask.

"Bad is calling for me. Something must've happened.", he responds and you can't hear anything, but you guess he maybe has some kind of connection or simply better hearing than you, "I will leave now."

"Wait - can I come with-", you say and catch his wrist as he takes a step away, "Maybe I can help-"

"...I don't think it would be something you want to help with."

"...oh...", you say flatly because for a moment you had been so comfortable with him that you completely forgot he isn't just here to watch over you...

"...I will come back later.", the Warden places a hand on your head, as if to reassure you although it feels a bit mechanical since he doesn't really do much more aside from keeping it there for a moment before pulling his hand away again,

"Try to sleep some more, angel."

"...okay...", you respond quietly and he lets go, leaving through the door and shutting it behind him.

...I hope no one will get hurt...

Even if you didn't really see the Warden seriously injure someone so far...

"If you are unable to eat out of a bowl she hands you, you will lick it off the ground to her feet, prisoner."

...it is obvious he isn't opposed to it, punishing disobedience with physical pain and if Bad directly called for him, you guess something must've happened that needs more raw strength than the devil can muster up by himself...

...I'm worried.

Even if the Warden sounded unfazed, it makes you anxious not to know what is happening and you look out the window as if you could see anything else aside from dim light and a blackened sun.

The realm is still cloaked in darkness, shadowy figures you can't quite make out wandering around aimlessly on the ground and you guess those are the undead mobs that mortals told you about, the ones that rose from their graves without souls...

...I don't know what to think anymore.

The Gods are acting careless and cruel, all just because of your disappearance...

...I know I should feel honored...

But you can't help and feel disheartened by their cruelty, you can't be honored if anyone gets hurt, even if it is to protect you-