Crimson Pawn (C!Dream x Fem!Reader)

Twenty Two - Jumped

TW: Swearing, Needles, Fighting, Arguing, High Anxiety/Panicking

Y/N's POV

"Yeah, yeah, I'm back... holy shit, my head is killing me..." He groaned, leaning himself against the wall. He looked around a bit before landing his eyes back on you. "What the fuck is going on? How'd you get here?"

"Crows," You shrugged, turning to go back to ravine. Before heading back down, you turned with a smirk to Wilbur. "Bet you have a killer scar like Tommy's."

"Yeah, yeah. Where is Tom, anyway?" He asks, trying to peer around your small frame in search of his little brother.

"Tommy went to get wood. By the way, don't you dare pull any shit on me, Soot. I go to my place at sunset, no exceptions. You know how to find me, should a problem arise. Otherwise I'll be in and out as I please," You said, leaning over his weakened frame. You held out a hand to help him stand up. "So, last life, huh?" 

"I guess so," He mumbled, wobbling a little as he stood. 

"Drink," You demanded, tossing him a regeneration potion from your inventory. He hesitantly flooded his esophagus with the potion, taking his sweet time. "You need to pitch in. I don't care what you do, just do something to make sure you and Tom don't die out here."

"Don't fucking tell me what to do," He growled. "I'm a grown ass man, you're a child compared to me, and I'll do whatever damn shit I want."

"Well fuck you too," You shouted. "I'll fucking tell you what to do because obviously you aren't a good leader if you lost a damn election that you rigged! And you're only three years older than me, you're more of a child than I am and if you don't help Tom and I, I'll just take Tom back to my place and leave you here to die alone."

"Fine. Shitty woman," He mumbled as he began to climb down the wall. What the fuck happened to the Wilbur you grew up with? He saw you that first day with Dream and as soon as he realized you didn't want to play government and be his little puppet, he lost his shit!

You sighed and went outside to look for Tommy. You couldn't handle Wilbur's energy right now, and were really looking forward to getting home soon for a good meal. You hadn't eaten breakfast and had been up much earlier than normal. You were craving a cup of coffee with a grilled cheese dipped in tomato soup.

"Tom?" You called into the forest. You walked into the line of trees, admiring the thick bark with squirrels scattered everywhere, the small thumping of a rabbit, some chirps from the branches above. Tommy was nowhere to be found, even as you reached the prime path. How far out did he go for wood?

 You heard footsteps in the distance, but they sounded much heavier than Tommy's normally were. You unclipped your mask and slid it on just in case. You weren't surprised when a figure much unlike Tommy's entered your vision. You grabbed your sword from its sheath.

"You seem to be very good at knowing when someone is near you," He chuckled darkly.

"None of your business, goat boy. What do you want?" You seethed.

"I'm looking for a few missing ex-citizens. I though you might know where to find them?" He asked, walking around you. He pulled out a small canteen, taking a swig of whatever was in the bottle.

"What makes you think I would tell you, regardless of the fact that I don't know?"

"I'll spare them when I find them if you tell me now. Otherwise, I might have to put you in containment for a while until I can squeeze it from you and kill them myself. By the way, what are you doing so far from Dream, your protective little boyfriend?"