SBI X READER ONESHOTS

Answers.

RAMZA ON TUMBLR
BIG BROTHER DREAM AND READER

GN
Pairings: none
Characters included: Quackity, (mentioned) Dream
Warnings: spoilers for Quackity's newest stream (The visit), blood mention, hinted at violence, cursing
Series: A small drabble since that stream didn't let me sleep and it is my attempt to calm down my mind
Summary: Y/N found Quackity covered in blood near El Prapids and they needed to know what happened but he refuses to answer.
Words count: 1012

Authors Note: It's just something really small and simple since that stream absolutely destroyed me, after this I will concentrate on requests again! I just needed a way to somehow deal with the new lore.

„What are you doing? " Y/N's voice was wavering. Barely audible between the hard pitter patter of the heavy rain.

Somewhere lightning struck, soon followed by thunder.

Quackity standing on a bridge. His clothes disheveled. Bloody. The only emotions readable on his face was that of determination. His eyes dark and filled with a kind of malice that made Y/N shiver.

He wasn't looking at Y/N but instead was staring at the wet wood of the bridge. Continuing to watch as the water crashed onto the material.

Y/N was shivering. Was it the rain? The cold? Or was it the fear after all? Both of their hands firmly placed on their biceps. Fingers digging into the flesh, waiting for an answer from the other man.

But he wasn't talking, nor was he moving. Quackity just continued to stare at the ground.

"Quackity. I know- I know you went into the prison. You visited him. You visited my brother. What- What happened? What are you doing?" Between clattering teeth their desperation came out. Tears running down their face, but it was barely visible beneath the rain.

Last time someone visited their brother, the visitor died.

And now Quackity stood here, covered in blood.
Their fear was that Dream did something horrible again. That he committed another atrocity.

For the longest time Dream managed to keep Y/N away from all the trouble of the SMP. Visiting them whenever he could but one day the visits suddenly stopped. So, they ventured out only to learn that their brother, their only family member whom they loved so much, was the most hated person among the people. A criminal locked up in the maximum prison cell. The residents cheering for his imprisonment.

The people immediately defaulted to distrusting Y/N after learning of their existence and after hearing what has happened over the years, they couldn't fault them. They understood and yet they wept at night, missing their older brother who used to protect them. Together they built stupid nonsensical builds, trained together, ate together, they grew up alone together.

But after Tommy died and Dream revived him Y/N finally made a decision. They had to visit him. Confront him. Hear the truth from his own mouth.
Before this moment they were simply too scared, felt too hurt and betrayed to be able to stand in front of him. Not strong enough to meet his gaze.
Though after Tommy's death something in Y/N's mind changed and they concluded that maybe they could reach him after all. Perhaps they would be the only person to reach Dream. To do something! Anything really. Get to the ground of whatever is happening.

Then they heard that Quackity visited Dream from a very quiet and somber Sam. When he wouldn't tell them more about it, Y/N ran around hoping to find him.

Which they finally did.
On a bridge next to a half broken down El Rapids.
More lightning followed by thunder that broke up the silence once again and Quackity still refused to talk.

Y/N stepped closer to him, hoping he would finally look at them, but he was steadfast with his gaze to the ground.

"Tell. Me." While sadness was still audible in their voice, it was clear that this time it wasn't a question anymore but a demand.

When Quackity still refused, Y/N slowly moved closer to him and one of their trembling hands flew towards his sleeve, trying to gain his attention this way.

As they stood closer to him, they inspected his clothes. Trying to find the wounds. The wounds where his blood was coming from. If Dream caused it, it was their duty to at least try to help him.
But something seemed off. It was a bit difficult to see since his shirt clung to his body due to the rain but there were no visible wounds. There was enough blood on there that it should have beeen visible a little bit, right?

"This-This is not your blood." Y/N realized. A shocked gasp left their lips, and they took a step back again. Letting go of his sleeve in the process.
Finally, Quackity looked up. His expression hasn't changed at all. Still determined accompanied by dark and empty eyes.

"You hurt him?"
"He wouldn't tell me." His voice was quiet but strong. Whatever he did, he didn't feel remorse or sad about it. He sounded angry if anything.
It scared Y/N.

Y/N's brother wasn't a good person, but he was stuck in a prison. He was paying for his crimes and as far as they have heard his mental health seemed to be rapidly declining.

The idea that Quackity walked into the prison and hurt their brother? While he was in a state where he couldn't defend himself?

This was unfair.

It was horrible.

Horrific.

After a few moments of shocked silence there was suddenly a soft thud. Followed by another.

Y/N's fists softly collided with Quackity's chest in a slow rhythm.

For a moment Quackity looked surprised only to return to his frown as Y/N continued thrumming on his chest with what he assumed were weak attempts of trying to punch him.

"You hurt him." This time it was a statement.
The punches increased in strength but not by a lot.
"You hurt him!" Y/N cried out between sobs.

With a yell they slammed both their fists down and this time Quackity ended up taking a step back due to the power of it. It didn't hurt but it was a surprise nonetheless.

"This is all so unfair!" Another soft punch. "Why is this happening" Another one. "Why did he have to do all this horrific shit?" And another "He is my only family! And you hurt him! Why would you do that? He can't defend himself and I'm too weak to protect him! Why? Quackity, why? Why did it have to end up like this?"

The man took a deep breath in and took a second to look into Y/N's crying face.

"Because he wouldn't give me the information I needed. Simple as that."