The All-Knowing Eye [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

I | CHAPTER 5: Oh, you're so traumatized, it makes me wanna cry | I

Dream can feel his heart stop beating once his eyes fall on you. He drops the weapon right away, not having expected you to be there. He already concluded that you look different than you used to, standing there on the podium with that oddly familiar pride. But now that he can see you from close, the differences are even more obvious. You hold your hands behind your back, the one glove hiding an unhealthy hand while the robotic arm has replaced another one that you were prepared to cut off for the sake of escaping. Other than that, you have bags under your eyes and your left eye seems red and irritated. And then there is that white streak in your hair, way too similar to Wilbur's. He whispers your name, a mere melody reminding him of who you used to be.

Punz doesn't seem to have the same reaction, but Dream can see the conflict in his eyes.

"What do you want, Y/N? I thought you'd leave me alone after this," Punz comments but you simply chuckle, shrugging as you hold your arms next to you now.

"Am I not leaving you alone, Punzie Pun? I'm pretty sure I was talking to your friend, not to you." There's a dark twinkle Dream finds in your eye, something which is nothing like the bloodlust he has found in them before. This is not anger or frustration, but it seems more like a cunning he never expected to see you hold.

You then turn to Dream again, whose skin would've gotten goosebumps had his body worked like that, although they wouldn't have been out of fear. You seem to notice his lack of response as you tilt your head, smiling mischievously. "So, what'd you think?"

"What'd I think about what?" Dream responds, unsure of what else to do, and he swears he can hear a little shake in his voice. You chuckle again, which causes his stomach to flutter, and cross your arms. A bit of blood comes out of one of your nostrils, but you only bring your finger up to it to look at it for a short time, before answering his question.

"The speech, of course. And maybe your prison time as well, I don't know. Just life, I suppose."

"Your speech was certainly something," Dream answers, not having really processed any of the words you spoke, but rather just watched you and thought to himself. "Though there is a lot I'd like to say about the prison, Y/N. Because what they did, should not be legal in any case. And I'm pretty sure Schlatt approved of it."

"What? Did they torture you?"

Dream falls silent. Punz still holds his gun in your direction, but you pay him no mind. "You knew?"

"Well, I don't know the details," you start, "but if I didn't, would you really be the first person I'd choose to talk to, from all of my so-called friends?" Again, he falls silent. "I knew what happened to you there."

"Do you care about it? What happened, I mean?" In silence, he is analysing every single aspect of you. The way you hold your hands, the way you avoid his eyes, the way you have not stepped closer or further away... All of it.

"I don't know, honestly," you eventually admit. "But weren't you a little masochistic? I expected you wouldn't care for it either."

"I'm not a masochist."

"That's what they all say, Dream," you answer, now taking a few steps forward. Punz backs away a little, but Dream doesn't. "How did they do it? I mean, you're a robot, so they can't have physically hurt you, right?" Dream can already feel the memories coming back to him, overflowing his mind and blurring his vision. The cries for the pain to stop. But, instead of dealing with it, he puts it back to the back of his mind again and clears his throat, letting out a deep and painful sigh.

"That's none of your business. What do you want?"

You hum, surprised by the harsh response. "Nothing. At least, not that I remember, I might've just forgotten. I just saw you in the crowd and I thought that I should stop by and say hi. Besides, I heard you were still pestering Tommy. What exactly was that for? Did you feel bad because I care about him, and I don't care about you?" Dream falls silent once again. How do you know? Have you stayed in contact with the teenager? Has he told you everything? "You really can't be serious if you, an android programmed to be a grown-ass adult, are bullying a teenager who's already gone through enough. You were the ones who wanted me to reject you all one for one, after all."