safe with me - dnf mafia au (english)

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Wilbur POV.

It was about ten in the morning when I finally showed up downstairs in the dining room.
I had been talking to someone until quite late the night before, so I didn't get up at eight and be done by eight-thirty as I usually would.
Now, with my hair uncombed, dark circles under my eyes, and dressed in my sleep shirt and shorts, I walked down the hall on my way to get some food, when I stopped mid-walk in the doorway and stared at the scene in front me, quite startled.
Tommy was sitting on the dining table, eating dry cereal from the box, and a blonde girl I didn't recognize was sitting next to him, chugging the milk from the carton instead.

When Tommy saw me, he coughed and almost choked on his cornflakes, causing the girl to choke on the milk, laughing and spitting out half of her drink as she took her mouth off the carton.
The two coughed and laughed for a few moments before Tommy could pull himself together.

"Your face!"

He started laughing like a maniac, yet again.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance and walked up to the table to take one of the apples from the fruit bowl to then rinse it off at the sink.
The strange girl stopped laughing too, and when I turned back to the two of them, she was already looking at me.
Her eyes looked familiar, but Tommy didn't give me time to think about it until he explained, while I hungrily bit into the juicy apple.

"Wilby, this is Drista. She's Dream's sister, and she stabbed George yesterday!"

I opened my eyes wide and spat the piece out before I could choke on it.
Tommy had to start laughing again, but this time Drista nudged his side, silently telling him that this really wasn't appropriate at that moment.

"What the FUCK?! Did he die?!"

I stared at Tommy and Drista in shock, and Drista quickly shook her head in response while looking down at the floor, slightly embarrassed, clearing up my confusion.

"Calm down, don't worry, it was just his leg. I thought he was a burglar and I took him down. Clay then threatened me with a gun before I could kill George and then... it just kinda sorted itself out, I guess? I actually don't really know..."

She didn't seem entirely sure herself why she was even sitting with us on the dining table with a carton of milk, but her expression was rather sorrowful, as if she really had no intention of hurting her brother's boyfriend.

"Wait, uh, why did you come here, actually? Didn't you have a nice time with your relatives?"

Tommy raised an eyebrow at Drista as he popped another handful of cereal into his mouth, and she sighed heavily, letting her shoulders drop.

"It was okay, just... My uncle didn't tell me that Clay was even alive.
He and my aunt claimed that he and our father died in a car accident, and they really didn't intend to tell me the truth directly.
If I hadn't accidentally heard it while getting something to drink one night, I wouldn't know to this day. That night I was on a call with you, Freddy and Eren, and we played Minecraft..."

With her last sentence, Tommy seemed to be able to remember that exact evening.
I found it funny how his brain worked.
Sometimes he forgot that he was still in his pyjama's, or that he wasn't wearing his socks, but then he could clearly remember one certain night from years ago, just because it was a night he played minecraft.

"That's why you just randomly left Discord without saying anything and didn't reply to anything we texted for a week?"

Drista nodded before Tommy sighed and shook his head in deep thought.
So this was the best friend who Tommy was sometimes talking to...
However, I did not want to let Drista's other statements stand uncommented.

"And that's why you ran away? There would've been some other ways you could've contacted him without having to come here, you know. I mean, if you could find out where we live, you could've probably found out how to get in touch with Dream directly. This...
It could have ended very differently, you know? You said Dream threatened you with a gun, I know how he can be when he's mad. You could've died."

Drista nodded, but didn't seem completely satisfied with my concerns.
Her face reminded me a lot of her brother's at that moment and it was almost chilling to see the resemblance between them.

"Yes, of course it wasn't the perfect way to go at it. And I know that it was dangerous, and I could've died.
But there was no other way, at least for me. Clay doesn't really want me to be in contact with him, because it puts me in danger... As his only immediate family member, that shit's difficult. Those weird people who want to harm him can blackmail him through me because I'm close to him, and he wants to protect me just like our father, like my uncle and like my aunt always wanted. That's why I was with them, and this ignorance had kept me safe. That's why he would have rejected it immediately if I had contacted him otherwise. This way, he can't block me or anything, and he can't send me back home straight away..."

Now, she started to grin.

"...Now he's stuck with me, whether he likes it or not. I'm not leaving, he can give that up right now if he thinks about getting me to go back."

She looked me straight in the eyes again, and something on my face must've told her exactly what I was thinking at that moment.

"And you can give that up too, you know. I don't give a shit that you 'oh so responsible adults' think I need your protection. I really don't need it, trust me."

My attempts to persuade her to go back to her relatives were immediately shattered without me voicing any concerns in the first place, so I just nodded and bit into my apple again.
Tommy started grinning even wider than before, grabbing another handful of cereal and this time, shoving it into Drista's mouth instead.

"Then Dris can live here too! She probably can't live with George and Dream, 'cus... you know..."

Drista chewed on the cereal in confusion and raised an eyebrow, and before I could try to stop Tommy's explanation, I was interrupted by someone else who was just stepping into the kitchen.

"...The two can't keep their hands off each other, I don't think you want to hear shit go down between them when you try to fall asleep. It'd probably be a bit traumatizing."

Quackity walked through the door and nodded a greeting to Drista before stepping over to me, taking my apple from my hand and taking a big bite off of it.
Drista looked at Tommy, seemingly very disturbed, and he burst out laughing as she shook with disgust. Tommy then began to explain who Q was, and he took the chance to start counting down all the people who lived in the house, which is why they both didn't catch me slapping the back of Quackity's head harshly.
He looked at me with annoyance and indignation as he rolled his eyes, but the punch was his own fault, honestly.
The audacity to just take my apple away from me like that was shocking, really.
Such a serious, criminal offense called for an appropriate reaction, which made my slap quite reasonable, actually, if you put time and effort into such thoughts.

Quackity chuckled a little when he saw the look of justice opon my face, and then finally handed me the apple back.
Before he left, however, he stood on his tiptoes and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, giving me a flirty wink with a smirk while disappearing into the living room.

I stilled, slowly blushing and looking down at the red fruit in my hand, on which you could still perfectly see the left imprint of Quackity's teeth.
A gentle smile slowly crept onto my lips and I left the dining room with a warm face while I finished the rest of my apple silently.

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Hello and welcome back to the story.
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