fx3 | mcyt x reader

21. Friends for Eternity

af·fin·i·ty
/əˈfinədē/

noun

"he has an affinity for the music of Berlioz"

a spontaneous or natural liking or sympathy for someone or something.

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I sat in the familiar pink room, the bed underneath me feeling colder than ice. I told Techno to leave me alone, hating every single bone in his body. He told me I would be queen whether I liked it or not; that I would be here for forever and ever. The thought of it made me hate him even more.

I looked over at the large closet in the corner of my room, gowns and heels being the only thing lining the inside. I missed my short cut top and ripped skirt. My sneakers screamed for my attention but I could not give it to them.

I sighed and left my room, walking down to the throne room. I sat on my large luxurious chair, carving a seventh tally mark into the left arm of the throne with a small dagger. It's been a full week since I've been here. It was currently 4am, so I snapped my fingers and got comfortable, looking at the wall to my left.

Dream's stream was displayed on the wall via projector. Techno allowed me to watch all of the boys' streams whenever I wanted. I obviously couldn't donate or use the chat, only being able to watch. I smiled as I heard the classic trio laugh, glad that they were back to normal.

I glanced over at the chat, seeing as they were going off more than usual. I then heard a donation that made my heart drop. The robotic voice read the large text seen in the corner of the screen.

"Have you guys heard that JvstMare has gone missing? Do you guys know anything? The three of you also went missing for two weeks. Thanks for making my day as always :)"

I sat back and watched, waiting for one of the boys to say something. It took them awhile but Dream was the first to speak and shoot down any accusations or speculations.

"We have been working on a project recently- a collab actually! She just needs more time to finish her part. It's really big so that's why we were gone for so long. She's a huge part of it so she might need to take longer. I'm sure she's fine though," Dream finished, letting Sapnap and George help him out.

"Yes! She's working hard to make this collab happen!" Sapnap reassured everyone. It seemed like the stream was going back to normal, until someone started paying attention a little bit more. Another donation rolled in.

"Why is George missing his glasses? And why doesn't Sapnap have his bandana?" The robotic voice read. It was George's turn to cover up the strange finding.

"Our hats aren't working right now for some reason. That's why Dream isn't missing anything because his skin is basic." George teased in an effort to shift the conversation.

They then broke off into an argument about who was more basic between the two. I smiled and sighed in content, glad that they were covering my absence up so well.

I turned the stream off and started walking to the kitchen, slightly hungry. When I rounded the corner, I collided with what felt like a wall.

"Ouch!" I groaned as I backed away and rubbed my nose. When I opened my eyes, I had seen a boy with brown hair and brown eyes.

"Who the hell are you? Did he take you as well?" I asked as I looked into his chocolate brown eyes. He shrugged.

"A long time ago." He answered. He had a British accent, just like George. It brought back good memories.

"I'm Y/N- uh, JvstMare."

"I'm Will. The internet knows me as Wilbur Soot and I'm Techno's right hand man. The very first player he ever kept. My friends and I tried to escape and I was one of two that were left alive. Ultimately, I was picked to stay and I've been here ever since."

"I'm so sorry," I frowned as my hand came up to rest on his shoulder comfortingly.

"It's okay, I've learned to deal with it." He said as if he wasn't affected by what was happening. "Since we're stuck here together, we should talk more often." I nodded and smiled, liking his idea.

He unexpectedly grabbed my hand and ran to his room, closing the door behind him. I looked around his room and smiled, looking the interior over. I spotted a guitar and grinned as I pointed at it.

"You play?" I asked.

"Do I," he grinned and picked it up, strumming a random tune before making up random lyrics.

He started singing about me and I laughed. He went on about my appearance, how I basically ran into him, sang about my name and so much more.

"You're kinda weird, but in a cute way
Super silly but hey, what can I say?
You're pretty pretty- uh wait I mean,
You're pretty cool for a girl that I just seen

Looking at this lonely world, I never thought I'd meet the girl that changes my life
So so drastically
But here you are, sighing dramatically"

I sighed heavily and leaned my body against him with all my weight, a smile dawning on both of our faces as I gave little actions to his lyrics.

"SOOT, I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO STOP PLAYING THAT DAMN THING-! Oh... Y/N- what are you doing in here?" Techno calmed down after swinging the door wide open and seeing I was on the bed with the only other person here.

"Listening to Will play his guitar. What are you doing here?" I glared and crossed my arms over my chest, giving him an annoyed look. Wilbur smiled at the fact that I called him by his name.

"I- Just looking for you..." Techno backed down, not wanting to yell at me like he did to Wilbur.

I sent a glare to the king and turned my attention back to Wilbur, refusing to speak until the pink haired asshole left the room. Once I heard the door slam and his footsteps retreat, I gave Wilbur a smile.

"I hope you didn't mind me calling you 'Will', it was sort of a last minute decision," I sent him a polite smile.

"I liked it. I haven't been called that in a long time. It was refreshing." He said, that cute accent of his wrapping his words into a warm blanket to trap me with them. I hung onto every sentence he spoke as if the blanket would somehow unravel and leave me to shiver in the cold.

He played songs for me all night, singing with the voice of a thousand angels. I listened to him, my head resting on his legs, far away enough so he could have room to rest his guitar and strum.

As I started to doze off, he put the guitar down on the floor gently, pulling me off of him afterwards. He picked me up and carried me to the guest room and I felt my body touch a warm bed as the blankets rolled up to my chest.

"Don't leave me," I whispered to Wilbur. He hesitated for a second, thinking of Techno. "Don't worry about that prick. I'll shout at him if I have to." I grinned sleepily. That was enough convincing for Wilbur to get under the sheets, a yawn following right after.

"Night night, friend," I mumbled.

"Goodnight, friend for eternity."

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