It's just a game. (Yan! Wilbur / Simpbur x Reader)

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"Fine...I'll stay," you murmured, your nerves fraying. You stood in front of the door, your lips scarcely parted, a sigh escaping. Wilbur never took his sneaky and condescending glance away from you, his lips tilted in a pompous sneer. Except for the odd moan from the bleeding adolescent, the room was deafeningly quiet. Even though he was restrained, you could see a look of desperation in his eyes, urging you to flee, run away, and go.

"We need to soothe your nerves. Take a seat, enjoy some pie! " Wilbur offered, his arms outstretched. You knew it was a bad idea to relax right away, especially while Tommy was still in danger. Your gaze returned to the teen, and your gaze met his. When you saw his pupils dilate in despair, you felt a wave of pity sweep over you.

"Leave him alone." You spoke out, biting back at him with the same ferocity with which he originally threatened the blond. You dare not raise your voice at him, although bringing the same intensity and attitude. He sighed before taking the knife in his hand and cut the rope that was restraining. Tommy collapsed to the ground, his legs unable to support his weight under him. The gag remained in his mouth, surrounded by dried blood.

You raced to Tommy's rescue, oblivious of Wilbur's plight. You ripped the gag off quickly. The teenager's breathing became even louder, as if he was struggling for oxygen.

He started coughing, a thick, crimson trickle of blood streaming from his mouth. The blond was stuck sitting there, using all of his strength to keep himself upright. He balanced himself by using his upper arms and knees. He could eventually (albeit weakly) sit up after a lengthy minute of coughing and weeping. You rested your hands on his shoulders, being careful not to put too much pressure on him.

Wilbur became enraged when he realized how much you cared for him. "Up," he said as he straightened up. Tommy stood up as quickly as he could. The brunette responded with a smile. "Go." He pointed out the door as he said.

Tommy started hobbling towards the doorway, but you halted him in front of it. Wilbur's eyes burned into the back of your head, ignoring your best efforts to dismiss it. You drew the blond into a close hug and slipped a tiny note into his pocket before returning to the brunette.

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On the other end of the line, Technoblade was paying careful attention. He was aware of the threat. He was aware of what Wilbur had said. He was aware of everything. To be honest, he's sharpening his sword at the moment. The pinkette knew he couldn't win, but he also knew he couldn't let you suffer. You and he had a connection he'd never had with anybody else. He cared about you, and he was not about to hand you over to a monster like Wilbur.

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Tommy (attempted) to run to Technoblade's house, but his legs couldn't keep up with him. He needed to get you help since you were like a sibling to him. The blond didn't want Wilbur to take another family member away from him. Besides, he'd never be able to live with the guilt. You not only gave yourself up for him, but he was the one who dragged you into the game in the first place. He knocked on Technoblades' door, but was instantly dragged inside. Tommy collapsed on the couch as Techno quickly let him go. The paper you put into his pocket slid out as he landed, displaying itself to both of them.

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"You know how much I missed you." The brunette spoke, jolting you out of your daze. He traced the sides of your neck with his hands. He resumed speaking after a brief interval of stillness. "You, too, missed me. Right?" His remarks were loaded with a feeling of threat, prompting you to reconsider your first response.

"..Yeah.." You tried to cut the conversation short by speaking blankly. You thought he'd find you uninteresting and abandon you.

"Ah, are you nervous? Don't be! Here, have some pie!" He gave you a smile, one that seemed innocent, like before he turned into this monster. No matter how tempting it was, you made sure to not eat it.

You crossed your arms over your chest before saying, "I'm not hungry for pie."

"What about cake? I'll take a bite first for you darling."

"I'm just not hungry."

"Eat the fucking pie."

You gulped, attempting to suppress your nerves.You try to raise your voice since you are unsure how to proceed (though very slightly). Your voice was firm and forceful, as opposed to your normal kind and sensitive tone, which the brunette picked up on. "Then you eat some." You seethed, your words tinged with rage. Although you would have enjoyed seeing the surprise and denial on his face, but he seemed as though he expected this. He grabbed a fork, slicing through the pie with ease.

"I'll do it if you will, sweetheart." His eyes were clouded with passion and obsession, and his grin blazed with insanity. You swallowed your pride and took hold of the fork that was next to the dish. Slashing through the pie, you lifted it to your parted mouth. Wilbur opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, proving that he swallowed the chunk of pie. The pie touched the tip of your lips. You could see the light reflecting off the knife the brunette was holding.

Eat it
Or
Refuse?
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Welcome to the void!
Make another choice!