Crimson Pawn (C!Dream x Fem!Reader)

Two - Backstory Pt. ii

TW: Mentions of Abuse and Trauma

Y/N's POV

You fell asleep on the couch. The pink-haired boy, Techno, stayed with you until he knew you were asleep. It was nice not having to be alone, in a new place. These people were kind, they wanted to help. They genuinely cared. Kindness was something you weren't used to. It was strange.

After living with your abusive father for eight years, it was hard to trust people. You didn't want to take the soup from the older man, you wouldn't have known if it had been poisoned or not. You didn't want to tell Techno about your father, in fear he'd laugh or call you weak.

Your ears twitched at a small creak from upstairs. You leaned back against the armrest with your knees pulled up to your chest, curled up under the blanket that still rested gently overtop of you. The creaks got louder as a figure emerged from the stairwell. It was the man from earlier, the one that had given you the soup. He smiled when he saw you.

"Did you sleep well? I'm sorry about my sons last night, they can be a bit nosy," he chuckled. "Let me get that fire for you, and then I'll make some breakfast."

He leaned down to the fire, rekindling it with a flint and steal. The flames sparked to life, dancing as they had the night before. You watched as they waved back and forth, until your mind was blank with only one train of thought. The most beautiful and destructive thing to exist. The way it danced showed it's grace, but also how quickly it could spread. Hurt. Kill.

Your thoughts were interrupted by another person walking down the stairs. The pink-haired boy emerged, yawning and stretching his arms. You made eye contact, and he gave you a small smile. You returned it, but in an even smaller manner. He made his way into the kitchen.

"What're you making, Dad?" He asked.

"Pancakes. I thought we could use some of the berries Wil and Tommy picked yesterday," he said.

"Sounds delicious," Techno said. They then lowered their voices. They seemed oblivious to my hearing abilities. "Dad, how long is she going to stay here?"

"Well, until we can find her parents-"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I stayed up until she fell asleep last night. We talked. Not much, but enough. Dad, I think she ran away."

"Her parents must be worried about her."

"That's the thing. I think- I think her dad did stuff to her. Hurt her. She flinched anytime my arm brushed her."

"Are you sure?"

"Dad, she can't go back. This is the safest place for her, she can stay here. We could protect her. She's only, what, eight? She's close to Tommy's age."

"Maybe. She can stay for now, but I'll see what I can do. Can you bring this out to her?"

"Yeah, sure. Thanks, dad."

Techno emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of pancakes with berries and syrup on them. You took the plate and began eating, making sure to be quiet and neat. Techno looked at you, confusion crossing his face. He ignored it, going back upstairs.

You heard him say "Get up, lazy butt". This was then followed by a loud thud, and a young, brown haired boy in a yellow sweater and black jeans walking down the stairs. The boy was rubbing his head. That would explain the thud.

You heard him speaking again, much louder this time. "TOMMY, BREAKFAST!" followed by Techno running down the stairs as fast as he could, the young blonde right on his heels. The youngest boy, the blonde, seemed extremely energetic for it being so early in the morning.