The Gamble (Reader x Dsmp)

Chapter 9 - Fright

TW// Implied torture, violence, blood

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You sat on the cold floor, flipping through lists and lists of the book you found. You had already thought about it like million times - and it took you nowhere. Its pages were covered in strange letters, making you unable to read them. You looked through them multiple times, trying to find some secret code - but alas, nothing came. No ciphering chart nor secret key showed up, helping you in finding the answer. You could only guess who could've wrote it, and there was only one person who you seen with a book walking around L'manburg.

Ranboo.

What happened? And how could've he wrote this - he could've just wrote something random, but these symbols look too complex and intricate to be accidental scribbles. Do these mean something? And how did he got this into the Prison?

You sighed, annoyed by your complete lack of understanding of those symbols. Your fingers ran on the book's covering, feeling every slight imperfection on the leather. You read the title again and again, grateful you understood at least one word from entirety of the book.

You stood up from the floor, walking towards the chest. Your leg protested, although you could finally land your foot onto the floor without agony swallowing your entire right side of your body. You lifted up the heavy lid. The book was put underneath the other ones, hiding it from sights of uninvited people.

You paced around the room without any meaning, ignoring the aching of the injured leg. There wasn't any clock, so at the time you stopped, exhausted, it might was just a few minutes or it could've been few hours. You were finally understanding Dream's mental state - this would drive everyone insane if left here for long enough.

Your eyes were closing, as you head into the bed, pulling the sheets on you. It was cold, so the blanket was welcomed. You drifted into sleep.

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Someone banged onto the metal door, waking you harshly. Cloaked man stepped into the cell, slamming the door behind them. You eyed at their gas mask, your hatred spilling out immediately.

"What the fuck do you want." You spat out, pulling your aching body into sit.

"Good morning to you, (y/n)." Sam wasn't excited to see you too. He offered you a grey tray with a toast, an apple and a cup of water. You yanked it out of his hands, causing it to land onto the obsidian floor. His eyes flashed back at you, as you smirked. The cup poured out, creating a puddle.

"If you wanna be an asshole, be it." The warden walked out, his calmness irritating you. If I was him, I would've snapped like ten times now.

You sat back on the place you were before, hugging your knees.

Did Purpled find Wilbur yet? I knew I needed that letter for something- Karma isn't always a bitch, huh?

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Steps resonated through the hallways, creating an echo. Suddenly, another pair of steps came along, indicating that another person pursued the first one.

You only saw a glimpse of someone's white shirt with a netherite axe on their shoulder, followed by a black cloak. They didn't stop by your cell and paced pass you, heading probably to the main cell.

It's unusual for Quackity to come here this early. Last time, they came in the evening.

You pushed the tray in front of you aside, getting the toast soaked in the water puddle. The apple rolled away, bumping into a wall. You sighed, boredom sitting in. To try and fight back, you trained for a while. Your right side terribly hurt, but you went on and continued.