See You on the Other Side [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

-- CHAPTER 14: Vivaldi

MEME SECTIONBy: Fae

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You're not sure what you're going to do once the party has started. Already now, you're sitting in Jared's car – driven by Schlatt, of course – with trembling hands. Jared had put on some waltz, joking about putting you in the mood, while you could only feel your mind drifting away, leaving you with no sanity. It's almost as though the music triggered it to dance and leave you be, the constant fear and anxiety replacing what should've been your soul.

Maybe it's just some odd part of you that is certain you're stuck in a time that's been long gone. A prison of your past, only feeding your instability more. You know what happened to Jared last time you went to this festival with him as your date, so this time, you've promised yourself not to lose him out of sight. It may be a little creepy, but it's for the better, right? That's what Dream told you, at least.

"If he's really your friend, he'll understand," the android's words had been, and although you're aware he's not the most trustworthy source, you need to rely on someone at the moment. And as much as you know Schlatt and Jared are good friends, and easy to go to with problems, you're not sure how comfortable you feel with people knowing everything about you. So, at moments like that, you'll have to make choices. Choices which you don't like making, but you feel must be made nonetheless.

You had a really nice dress you wanted to put on today. It made you truly feel like yourself, oddly enough. And yet, that's not what you're wearing. Nobody forced you to put on something differently: sure, Sally entered your room to show off what she bought for you, but it was in reality your uncertainty and vulnerability clouding your sense of self. Now, you wore something longer and, to be fair, cuter. And yet, it wasn't your taste.

Maybe it looked too professional. Like a businessman, or some royal going to a ball. Maybe it was too much bling and too little simplicity. Too much pretence and too little honesty. To put it plainly: it just didn't represent who you were.

Though, you tried to make yourself look a bit better and feel a more well too in the process, by reminding yourself of easier times. Because you stayed the night at Jared's, him having insisted on having a sleepover, as childishly as that may sound, he also did the most helping when it came to your outfit. So, he also helped you when it came to the flowers now intertwined with your robotic arm. Just like what your daughter would do sometimes.

Simpler times. Better times.

You look to your side, where Jared is sitting, messaging Karl excitedly. While Schlatt doesn't look exciting at all, just wearing his usual suit, Jared put quite some energy into his fit, and well, it looks good. He has put his hair in a neat bun and wears clothing that looks like a mix of a tuxedo and a dress. Alongside that, he put on a the same glove as yours, which covers your blisters and rashes, making the two of you match. He claims that it was accidental, but you find it hard to believe, since you already told him your plans regarding the glove yesterday while you were at Therman.

"Karl says that I'm going to have to act as though I have no idea who he is," Jared then groans, mischievously shooting a glance in your direction. "What if we asked him to dance, ey? Or I ask him, and you ask Sapnap. Actually, I think I know what we're going to do on this – most likely – boring ass party! Let's pull some pranks!"

"Sounds fabulous, Jared," Schlatt then says from the front seat, eyeing at his friend via the mirror, "but what about you two don't? It may be hilarious but I think everybody there already has it tough enough with the recent events."

"Pretty please?" Jared sillily begs, leaning forward to make sure Schlatt hears him correctly. "Just some small ones? I'll make sure it doesn't go too far."