The Gamble (Reader x Dsmp)

Chapter 11 - Realization

You stared into the ceiling, bored. Your conversations with Dream were mostly quick and one worded. The prison food wasn't great either - you stopped eating after sixth or seventh day of raw potatoes. Hunger was painfully twisting your stomach, but you ignored it.

The clock on one of the walls, now newly added, was telling you it was something past eleven in the evening. Sam installed it when he came to the cell to feed you, and actually you were quite glad, as your biology clock was failing miserably. The clock was the only thing you cared about - you even shielded it with your own body when Dream tried to spin it around. A little quiet voice in the back of your mind was telling you that it would probably land in lava if you kept letting him to it.

Your head tilted to the lava wall on your right, the cauldron on your left. Dream sat next to the chest, writing into one of the books lying there. It seems that's his favorite place in here-

The mesmerizing patterns caught your eyes, taking your attention away from the mindless staring for a while.

Your stomach grunted, slight discomfort setting in as the ache intensified. You shut your eyes, the cramping getting worse and worse.

Quackity hadn't visit you from the day you escaped, leaving your only company to be Dream.

You eyed back at the clock, watching the hand slowly tick away. Numbness settled in, your gaze blurring out. The pain in your abdomen aggravated, now being so loud you couldn't let it pass.

Muted voices came from behind the lava wall, you not understanding them as they all merged into one unintelligible hum.

Your body weak and limp, everything clouded, you unable to move or grasp anything. Every moment was just a dull smudge. As the magma slowly went down, netherite blocks blocked your view, you seeing only a grey metal plating.

Orange suit flashed in the corner of your eye, Dream shouting something on the person behind metal blocks. A golden crown appeared in your sight, frightening you a little as the warden was the last person you wanted to see right now.

Dream's handcuffs clicked, his arms against the netherite, as he pointed at you, the person behind him turning your way. The wall between you dropped down, revealing pink braids and a thick, red, heavy cloak behind him. Tusks in the corner of his mouth, he came closer.

"(Y/n)." Technoblade spoke your name, the only thing you could possibly comprehend. He kneeled beside you, you flinching and scrambling back to the wall.

"Don't you fucking dare-" Your voice was quieter than you expected, coming out more like a whisper than a real sound.

Your consciousness left you, as your body slipped to the floor, exhausted from the sudden movement. Everything blurred out.

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Something hard and cold was digging into your skin on your left. Warm and sticky blood was flowing on your thigh, suggesting that your wound opened once again. Your eyes slowly opened, seeing the scene before you.

Dream was wrapped in a red cloak with Technoblade beside him, who was writing into a book. Techno instantly registered your opened eyes, his gaze lingering on you. You scrambled yourself up, sitting in opposite of him. Both of you were looking at one another heart coldly.

He stood up, putting down the book, and headed towards you. Your arms instantly placed themself in a defense stance. Dizziness stroke, you limping on one side before quickly returning to your original state. Techno smirked, now standing before you.

"Sam gave me this." He dropped a object into your lap, you catching it right before it was about to hit the floor. You could tell it was a round, glass object, resembling a potion. Your eyes glanced at it before returning back to watch the pig hybrid. The glass bottle was filled with a bright pink liquid, you instantly knowing it's a healing potion.