Across Dimensions //Will Cipher x Fem!Reader//

4// Sweater Vest

That night, it takes you forever to fall asleep. You're too excited at the thought of going back to the Pines Laboratory tomorrow. But, when you finally manage to nod off, you dream.

You're in an empty, white space. There is no floor, no ceiling, no walls, and yet you're standing on something solid and walking on it. You wander around for a while, nonchalant.

And then, you see something that breaks up the monotony of white.

Blue.

There's a boy, about your age, sitting a ways away from you. His legs dangle into nothingness, like he's sitting on the edge of something, something you can't see. He's almost entirely blue: blue jeans, blue sweater, blue hair, and—you peer a little closer—blue eyes. You watch him from the side, slightly behind. He seems to be looking out at something, even though there's nothing to see but the endless white.

Since you have nothing better to do, you decided to approach him.

The moment he sees you, he jumps to his feet. There's a look of surprise, even a bit of fear, in his eyes. But you take notice of something else:

He's cute.

After all, his hair is baby blue and frames his face. There are freckles dusting his nose. And he's wearing a sweater vest—you just can't resist a guy in a sweater vest. There's a bowtie, too!

You look back at his eyes, and realize with a start that they're not just blue—his whole eye is blue. His pupils are black and slitted, like a cat, and he has no iris, just a solid blue eye.

"W-who are you?" he asks.

You tilt your head slightly. "Yasmin Larson."

He doesn't say anything, just nods slowly. Well? Isn't he going to reply?

Finally you ask, "What's your name?"

He blinks. "Uh." He doesn't seem to know how to answer. "Will."

You smile at him. "Nice to meet you, Will."

He doesn't respond, just stands there looking tense.

"So wh-what are you doing here?"

Hey, he stutters a bit too! Nice to know you two already have something in common. "What do you mean?" you ask.

"I-I mean, no one comes in here." Will folds his arms across his chest, like he wants to put a barrier between you and him.

You shrug. "What is here, anyway? I just showed up."

He stares. "You mean you don't know how you got in here?"

"No. It's nice though. If you like white."

He suddenly looks confused. "There's no white."

You laugh. "Of course there is, Silly! There's nothing but white in here!" You fling your arm out, gesturing around you.

Will just stares at you. He could be a world-class killjoy with that stare. You try to think of something to say against its silencing power, but you can't.

Finally, Will says, "You must be dreaming or something."

"Dreaming?" you ask.

"Yeah. A-as in, you're really asleep, but your mind travelled here to me. That's gotta be what's happening, right?"

You ponder this for a moment, and then nod slowly. "That sounds right. Yeah. Yeah, I think I'm dreaming." Your eyes widen. "Woah. That's a weird feeling. I'm dreaming, and I know I'm dreaming."

"You're lucid," Will says offhandedly. Then he's serious again. "Either I drew you here, o-or you somehow brought yourself here. Either one is bad. Let's just hope you wake up soon."

"I'm dreaming," you repeat.

"Yep," Will says patiently. "Look, have you ever met me before in a dream? Or seen me somewhere? O-or read a random spell or something?"

"Blue triangles," you say.

Will's eyes flare. "W-what?"

You blink. "Blue triangles," you repeat. "Huh. I don't know why I said that. Wait. I'm dreaming!"

Will sighs. "Yeah, you're dreaming. Blue triangles. . . ."

He suddenly shakes his head. "Y-you've gotta get out of here as soon as possible. We can't just wait for you to wake up. S-sorry about this."

And with that, he takes a deep breath and shoves you to the ground.

"H-hey!" you shout. But it's too late. You're falling, and there's no longer any ground beneath you, just white and more white as you fall, fall, fall. . . .

You wake up with a gasp.