Crimson Pawn (C!Dream x Fem!Reader)

Twenty Five - Friendly Escape

TW: Swearing, Mentions of Alcohol

Schlatt's POV

I stumbled up the stairs and to my office where I unsteadily plopped into my chair. I was trembling, my hand shaking like an earthquake. That face... I knew that face. But it couldn't be... could it?

No. I'm being unreasonable, she disappeared when she was eight, she would have died all alone like that. I clench my fists and force myself to take deep breaths before I let my mind stray too far away. But those eyes...

I'd better test it first. I need to be sure before my mind can go racing off like that. I shuffled around in my desk, finding a photo frame long known to time. I stare at it, forcing back the pinpricks in my eyes.

God, of all the fucking people in the world, it just had to be her...

Y/N's POV

You woke up groggily from the strange alternate timeline. You were happy to find that you were no longer hungry, as you had eaten a wonderful meal pre-prepared by the cooks for your long journey in the carriage and it seemed both physical bodies were connected. You heard someone on the steps above, so you sat up and against the wall as someone came into view.

"Well, well, well," His slightly intoxicated voice boomed. You realized what the gut feeling was when you'd seen him and barely remembered him in the other universe. It was this. He was a walking red flag, a terrible feeling. "How's the little warrior?"

You didn't answer him, the silence you chose being interrupted by his corrupted brain. He chuckled as he took out the jangling keys, opening the cell door. He strode in and towered overtop of you.

"What, are we a little shy?" He laughed, mocking you. You made no movement or sound, angering him. "Answer me, bitch."

"I don't owe you anything, not even my words," You spat steeling your confidence. He used a giant hand and gripped your head tightly, pulling your ear next to his mouth.

"You don't owe me nothing, but you sure as hell are going to give me everything," He whispered, the alcohol smelling rank even from where he stood. You almost gagged before composing yourself as he dropped you down. He left, locking up and stomping up the stairs without another  word. Now is as good a time as ever.

You produced the stew-fragrant lock pick from your bra and began fiddling around with the restraints. This was one of the few things that Techno hadn't taught you, but rather you'd learned yourself. Phil used to lock the pantry before he went to bed so nobody could sneak cookies at night. You began practicing on you and Techno's door, eventually gaining the confidence to make a quiet midnight raid. You only ever got caught awake once, but it was because Phil heard you coming down the stairs. He still had no idea you could pick locks since he hadn't ever seen you do it.

Once you were free of the restraints, you rubbed your wrists a little bit and immediately began working on the door, actively listening for footsteps above or near you. The door took longer since you couldn't see what you were doing very well, but you didn't miss the exciting click signaling your escape. You checked one last time for footsteps before silently making your way up the stairs.

You found yourself in what seemed to be a large white mansion of sorts, though you weren't one hundred percent sure. The staircase led to a perpendicular hallway lined with large windows and pillars, the ceilings supported by large wooden beams. The outside world was colorful as more and more leaves had begun to turn colors. Ignoring the windows, you carefully and silently made your way down the long hallway past many doors of which you had no idea what they contained.