The Gamble (Reader x Dsmp)

Chapter 15 - Back on track

TW// animal abuse, violence, gore and stuff like that yk

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The cold, stone floor dug into your knees, as you kneeled before the tv as always. Your eyes were shut, due to you trying to ignore the voices coming from the box.

The last time you glanced at others, they've been all in their personal daily routines. Schlatt slept on his pile of whiskey, Ghostbur was quietly humming a familiar melody as he swayed from side to side and Mexican Dream haven't even showed up. (Ghostbur said that he came here from time to time)

Your hands lingered above your necklace, as your thoughts slowly circled down to your past with Dream.

He was always the one to push you into doing some stupid stuff. The only thing that kept you doing all of this was that nobody ever knew who did it. They were all clueless - the whole village was so oblivious, even when it was in front of them all along.

"(Y/n). (Y/n)! They're coming!"

You quickly snatched your axe and hit the leg of the wooden stake, landing the blow perfectly as it shook for a couple of times and then crumbled down on the ground. You felt a wave of pride surge through you.

And when someone was suspicious of you, Drew somehow talked his way through it and put the blame on someone else. You were good in dealing with the sneaking parts of your plan - and he was good in the planning and in talking with others. When you were hiding in the shadows, Drew was persuading the villagers that the wind destroyed the cow shed - and not you.

But then - the one time, when words couldn't help anymore - they found you on the crime scene.

"Drew! If you take another step, (y/n) will take all of the blame!" The villager strangling you shouted at the silhouette near the forest, causing them to stop and turn around. Drew's frightened and torn apart front brought tears into your eyes, helping you find the courage to yell at him.

"Don't do it! I'll be fine!" The villager tightened his press around your shoulders, as you screamed at the top of your lungs. Drew, defeated, headed back to you and others.

The village needed to warn others to never try something like that ever again - and they chose the hard way.

Your memories from the time they made your tattoo were hazed - your little teenage brain couldn't really handle all the pain.

And when you thought that the punishment was finally over, they kicked you out of the village into the wilderness, with little to no preparation.

You sobbed into Drew's arms, as all the tension of the prior days finally flooded out. He shushed you gently, slowly stroking your hair at the back of your head.

Those were rough months - full of clouded nights and rainy, freezing days.

You grew up in the forests surrounding your prior home - alone, scared of the hunters, and slowly becoming one yourself.

Drew saved you once from the huntsman's dogs, but you never got the chance to pay him back. It ached you more than you liked to admit.

"Drew! DREW!" You cried for help, as a bulky, eye-blooded hound pushed you into a corner, slowly approaching with his teeth shown and a foam dripping from his jaws.

At the last moment, where you almost thought that this was it, Drew jumped on the hunter's dog with his improvised stone axe and stroke him into his side, stumbling and falling right after.

Then you found the SMP - as a trained, experienced, and feared warrior. Drew made friends without even trying - George and Sapnap - but you never made a real relationship with them and it always stood in the 'polite zone because we're a friend of a friend'.