Her Guardian || Demon! Dream Sans x Reader

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"'Take her down'?" The fury disappeared, replaced with confusion as (Y/n) blinked. "But I thought he was working with her?"

Silver shook his head. "There's a lot to explain, but no. Mrs. Waylon has been doing things unbecoming of Bossman's company and dragging him down with her. He's done trying to excuse her actions. She needs to be stopped." He almost sounded like a PR rep with how he spoke, but it was likely all words straight from Waylon—and his public image was stellar.

"Tell Waylon to talk to us himself if he wants us to believe him," she muttered.

Silver gave her a small smile. "I'll propose the idea when I get back." She wasn't sure what mental link Waylon had with his demons, but there was a high chance he was able to broadcast his thoughts to them like a one-way radio frequency—like she could do with Dream, minus Dream's ability to reply. It was unlikely they could communicate with him as well due to the sheer number of demons he likely had since all that input would overwhelm his brain, and this way they could receive instructions to carry out his orders more efficiently no matter where they were.

"Why are you here?" Dream asked carefully, every word measured as his gaze searched Silver's face for clues.

"Waylon wants to team up," Silver said. "And I wanted to bring you this." He pulled something from behind his back, presenting it to the Stars with a bowed head. It was an urn. Slash's sockets widened, and since he was closest, he took the urn and checked inside.

His head nervously rose, eyelights flickering uneasily. "That's demon dust."

"From Waylon as a sign of good faith." Silver opened his mouth to continue as (Y/n)'s furious gaze swept up to him.

"He wants to rub it in our faces now?!"

Silver's sockets widened with realization as he frantically shook his head. "No! It was meant to be a show of respect, that he sympathizes with your loss and feels bad for what happened." It was considerate to bring them Outer's dust when she honestly expected them to simply kick his remains into the corner, but it was hard to see Waylon as some kind of sympathetic character. He was a cold, merciless businessman that always got what he wanted regardless of who he had to go through to get it—or at least that's what she assumed. The Waylon she'd seen in the study was quiet, thoughtful, maybe even reserved, but she swore he was just biding his time as he watched the show his wife put on. Why would he ever help her when he tried to kill her after what happened to Theo?

"Silver's not a threat," Slash said, looking at the summoner almost hopefully. "He wouldn't hurt us." Silver smiled at his brother gratefully, and (Y/n) sighed. It was strategic to send Silver since Waylon knew Slash was one of her demons, and from what Slash had told her, he loved his brother dearly.

"[Do we let him in?]" (Y/n) mentally asked, glancing towards Dream.

Dream thought for a long moment as he studied Silver, and after seeing what he needed to, he nodded. "[He will not pose a risk, especially not when I am by your side.]" Her lips quirked up at his protectiveness but she didn't mind at all—it gave her butterflies to know he took her safety so seriously. Even if he wasn't tied to her very soul, she knew he'd always be there for her.

"Alright, well, if you try anything, I'll kill you." (Y/n) took the urn from Slash as Slash gaped and Dream's head snapped to her.

Silver chuckled good-naturedly. "Fair enough, but I don't plan on trying anything. I'm only here to talk." His lack of fear eased her own. Why would he be nervous if he wasn't planning anything? He had nothing to be afraid of in the first place—though the Stars' anti-killing reputation certainly helped.