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

1-7

The white room (Y/N) had grown rather fond of appeared once again, greeting them with the familiar beeping that rung in their ears daily. They didn't really miss this room persay, but they'd rather be here than with Wilbur. The freak never leaves them alone. Plus, a lot of progress has been made. Unfortunately, they haven't been able to see the room any more, but they can feel the touches of another person-at least that's what it felt like. The other's soft hands usually enveloped (Y/N)'s (S/C) ones. It was comforting in a way, something they looked forward to.

Although they were completely unaware of who the person could be, or why they were there, or even where they were, it gave a sense of hope. Hope to escape, hope for freedom.

***

(Y/N) awoke to the sound of scribbling on paper. Wilbur sat in the corner of the room, writing on a piece of paper. They weren't quite sure what he was writing, but didn't bother asking. Even if they did ask, Wilbur would most likely end up changing the topic before they got any where important about the papers. All he ever wanted to talk about was them, it was tiring. (Y/N) was mentally drained from all of this. They had to tread on eggshells just to ensure they're safety. Although Wilbur had sworn he wouldn't even dare to lay too heavy of a hand on them, (Y/N) did not trust the man at all. He was manipulative and deceitful.

Speaking of Wilbur, the man soon found out that (Y/N) was awake, and quickly smothered then in questions.

"Good morning! Did you sleep well?" The brunette asked, cupping his hands together.

"I slept fine enough." (Y/N) replied blankly, using what they learned from Technoblade to try and cut the conversation short. Unfortunately for them, Wilbur had no intention to stop talking to them.

"What'd you dream of?" He questioned, almost immediately after their initial answer.

"Nothing in particular."

That was a lie. They had a beautiful dream of escaping. They desperately wanted to keep sleeping, to live the sweet dream of freedom once more. That was their usual dream ever since they were taken here. Every night they came up with another plan, and everynight they lost a little hope. It had been 2 months. 2 months, and Technoblade and Tommy hadn't even tried to help them. (Y/N) felt devastated, and Wilbur could tell. Though it was all working in his favour. (Y/N)'s mind was breaking, rather quickly too. He made sure he was extremely kind to them, just to rub the fact that their "best friends" were worse than him.

"How are you feeling?" Wilbur had a soft smile on his face, his voice showing nothing but kindness in it. (Y/N) has slowly began to trust the brunette more, but they still fought against him. It was something he didn't understand, he had been nothing but the perfect, most ideal boyfriend to them, but (Y/N) still hasn't confessed to him?? How does that make sense??

"I'm fine." (Y/N) seethed. It was rather frustrating. They never got a moment of peace and quiet anymore, and they were always watched by Wilbur. The (H/C)-ette couldn't even remember the last time they were left in the room by them self.

"Dear, What's wrong?" He asks, his voice trying to portray innocence in it. (Y/N) tried to hide their snarl, something in them snapped. How DARE he pretend as though he hasn't done anything wrong. He's the reason you've been trapped in this shitty ass basement for 2 months.

"...." Silence filled the air, (Y/N) not even bothering to answer Wilbur's question. A bitter expression stayed on (Y/N)'s face, and they had no intention of changing it. Wilbur patiently awaited (Y/N)'s response, but he was met with nothing. In fact, it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. If only looks could kill, then boy, Wilbur would be 6 feet under.

"... Darling?" He asked, not trying to hide the concern in his voice. He wanted (Y/N) to be happy here. To be happy with him. Though it's hard to help someone who's unresponsive.

"You know what's wrong, Wilbur."

Upon hearing this, Wilbur narrowed his eyes. He put a strained smile on, still pretending to be oblivious to everything that had happened. (Y/N)'s expression stayed the same as Wilbur spat out,

"I'm not sure I do."

***

"Are you sure you have everything planned out? You understand that one mistake will literally fucking kill us, right?" Tommy queried the hybrid that stood beside him. The pinkette re-read the paper once again, making sure everything was as it was intended to be. The teen was right, one mess up could ruin everything. No. It would ruin everything.

"I'm aware. You also have to remember that regardless, we're going to die. We just need to delay him long enough for (Y/N) to escape." Technoblade frowned. It was idiotic to challenge Wilbur, since he could control everything in this game; he'd rather die standing than live kneeling.

And that was exactly what he prepared to do.

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Welcome to the void.
I can't believe this story is almost finished.
Once I finish this story, I will be redoing most of it btw.
Remember to Drink water!!