dream smp oneshots

☞︎letter☜︎

•  summary  •
in which (y/n) gets kidnapped by l'manberg and after a few days, suddenly wonders if george will actually rescue them.

•  basics  •
dream smp universe (before the l'manberg election)
(y/n)'s pov

•  words  •
940 words

•  warnings  •
angst, kidnapping, language

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sitting in the cold room, the chair started to hurt my ass. it was cold and steal. the duck-tape bounding my hands behind it didn't help either. the slamming of a door made my whip my head in that direction. i see tommy walk in, automatically rolling my eyes. instantly, he opened his mouth to start talking.

i tuned him out.

it was hard not to. it was the same speech everyday. "we took you from george, yada yada yada. if he doesn't pay up, we'll kill you, yada yada yada. l'manberg is the most powerful nation, yada yada yada." he'd drag it out for hours, talking in circles.

yet, i guess that was his job. probably sent by wilbur to get him off his back so he could do some negotiations with george. after all, thats why i was here in the first place.

george. georgenotfound.

bitch really is living up to his name now, isn't he?

five weeks. five fucking weeks i've been stuck in this shithole. just because george wouldn't listen to wilbur, who was simply asking for tommy's disc. and since george had something of value from tommy, tommy decided to take something of value from george: me. now here we are, five days later, my stuck in a cold dark room and him no where to be found.

ironic. truly ironic.

rolling my head back, i continue to tune out tommy. until he kicked a leg of my chair. i snap my head in his direction, ready to snarl out a smart comment. yet he was holding a picture.

george and me.

it was taken a few months ago. we were sat on the roof of my house, sitting next to each other, our arms around each other's shoulders, both brandishing a smile. my heart drops at the picture. i just wanted that day back.

that night we spent hours on the roof, until way after sunset. we only went in because i kept getting mosquito bites. my body's racked with a bittersweet feeling. a smile falters on my face.

"yeah," tommy spits out. "that's what i thought." he shoves the picture back into his pocket and continues on his rant. using his arms to emphasize his points while pacing the room. it stays this way until the door swings open. finally some sunlight shines in. it doesn't last long, the door soon slamming shut, the loud sound of metal crushing my eardrums.

i steal a glance over at the door and see wilbur, a sword hanging from his hand loosely. his uniform is tattered, small rips and stains scattering the jacket. his hair is a mess, as if he's been running his hand through it all day.

"tommy. we need to go." his words are short, staccato even. tommy furrows his eyebrows.

"i'm not done here wilbur." tommy snarls, living off of being a pain in everyone's ass.

"we lost tabs on dream. we have to go. now." and with that sentence from wilbur, tommy's ears seem to perk up. soon enough the pair rush out of the tower. and here i was, alone again. looking up, i see the ceiling, about fifty feet above where i sat. nothing decorated the cobblestone walls.

it wasn't until an hour later when i heard the door creak again. keeping my eyes closed, i pretended not to hear anything.

"(y/n)?" it was niki. her voice wavered, and i instantly looked over to her. she had a plate of potatoes and bread, along with what seemed to be a letter. "how are you today?"

"i've been better." she nods.

"i know. im sorry. i brought you some food." she continues up to me, sitting down in front of me, laying the plate to her said. "i also have a letter from george. i thought i could read it to you."

i smile softly at her offer. i knew she didn't agree with my kidnapping. she'd always bring me food, the best of the batch, and talk to me for hours. it was sad but we both knew there was nothing else she could really do. the closest thing to help she could achieve was bringing me food and talking with me.

"george?" i ask, feeling as though it'd be too good to be true.

"yeah. he dropped it by my bakery this morning." my face fell. he was here in l'manberg and didn't make an attempt to get me back. niki could read my expression, frowning with me.

"i'm sure he has a reason, (y/n)." she holds up the letter. it was a small notecard. "do you want to read it? or should i read it to you?"

"hold it up so i can read it, please." she fulfills my request, holding up the notecard. i notice george's handwriting right away.

(y/n),
look im sorry. timing isnt right, right now. im thinking through everything. give me another month. hopefully you can escape by then. theres nothing i can do. stay safe.
love, george

oh.

help isn't coming. i'm expected to get out of here myself. it didn't make sense. the boys could easily overpower l'manberg and get me back. i let my face fall. niki lets her handing holding the card fall.

"is it bad?" was her first question. i stayed silent for a little, deciding what to say. she speaks up again before i have the chance. "can i help you write a letter back?"

"george isn't coming to get me." i whisper.

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• author's note •
LANGSSJDJR WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?? please someone give me writing skills.
ALSO, new quackity x reader book soon :))
-z

• 26.11.20 •