Hanging in there - A DDLC X DSMP CROSSOVER

Chapter 39 - Everything Revealed

Sayori POV

Who is this person and why does he seem to know me? He looks to be quite young, with fluffy, semi-curly brown hair and a hoodie with purple and green patterns. He appears nice and friendly, as he immediately offered me a seat on the couch and a hot drink, voicing his concerns for me and how the vase shards may have cut me. I'm now sitting on a couch with a mug of hot chocolate in my hands. The hot beverage warms my hands and my soul. For now, I feel safe. My mind is still racing and whirling with thoughts of Tubbo. After sipping some delicious velvety, rich hot chocolate, I voice my concerns to the person currently busy with cleaning up the floor from vase shards after I broke it.

"Where is Tubbo? Is he safe? Is he ok?" I ask, almost sick with worry and concern. The person pauses and places the broom against the wall.

"Don't worry. Tubbo is safe for now. I think he's upstairs practising his speech for the election." he smiles at me reassuringly, "you can go check on him if you want, but I'm sure he's fine," he adds before returning to cleaning up the mess. 

I find his kindness out of place and unusual. It reminds of me of simpler times, back in the literature club. Back before all of these wars and betrayals. Back when life was easier. But no time to ponder about that. I quickly thank him and rush up the stairs of the white house, already well acquainted with the layout due to the weeks I spent captive in here. I push open the door that leads to the attic, as I have a feeling that that is where Tubbo is. Back when I was captive here, we'd often spend hours in the attic just talking softly, making plans and theorising how to get out of Schlatt's grip. It was our little safe haven, a place where we could both be free from opression and danger, at least for a little while. We only went up there when we were sure that both Schlatt and Quackity were away, not wanting to give our secret place away. Over time, we added little decorations like pillows, fairy lights and other small items we were able to forage and hide that made the small area seem a lot more like a home. 

As I step through the door into the attic, I see that I am right. Tubbo is pacing around the area, holding his speech in one hand and reciting it out loud. His tone is agitated and stressed, his brows furrowed in concentration.

"Hey", I say, closing the door behind me as I give him a reassuring smile, "You ready?"

He shakes his head and lets out a sigh, "No."

"Good," I reply, "because I'm getting you out of here."

"What? Why? I thought we're sticking to the plan no matter what?" he asks, confusion written on his face.

"We can't stick to it anymore; we've been betrayed," I state, watching Tubbo's face go from confusion to complete shock.

"Wha-Who?" he splutters, "surely no one would do this?"

I nod my head gravely, "turns out you were right all along. I shouldn't have trusted Techno. Or Wilbur, or Dream for that matter."

Tubbo looks down, his face a mask of shock and denial. "I wish this wasn't true." He looks at me with anguish. "I wish none of this is true. I wish we could all just be back in L'manburg when times were simpler; without any wars, or elections, or any kind of conflict; just some friends hanging out and having fun!" He turns away and I suspect he's wiping tears off his face when he continues, "Is that so much to ask for?"