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

I | CHAPTER 6: You're the man, but I got the power | I

It's close to midnight when Wilbur is walking home, his hands in his pockets despite the warm weather. As he's humming a song, his mind wandering off and his fingers around the coins in his coat, he's not at all aware of his surroundings. The relaxation that usually comes with this carefree life, is both calming him down and driving him insane. But anyone who were to look at him, would see a grinning madman, ready to cause multiple terroristic attacks.

But Wilbur doesn't care. He hasn't cared for a very long time.

So, as he enters a more old-fashioned store, he does not even see the video of your speech on a smaller screen, which replays with some other important things that have appeared on television today. The store is quite large, and it's known to sell a lot of stuff, both legal and illegal. Wilbur usually went there for the illegal things, as anybody can imagine. Wilbur, however, passes a lot of interesting things.

He passes paintings with mythological creatures, boxes with cake, gemstones, books, and so much more. He stops humming and goes to the store owner, Boomer, for the usual products he is willing to buy, but the man seems to be acting a bit different. He is looking at the screen which shows the CCTV footage suspiciously, and doesn't even notice the menace to society approaching him. "Boomer, my old friend!" They never were friends before Wilbur escaped Pandora's Prison. "What is bothering you?"

"Have you already seen the new president? Of the City, I mean? They held their speech today." Boomer is keeping his voice down, as if someone might hear him against ins will, but Wilbur simply laughs at him.

"I didn't even know they solved their little problem of having no leader yet, so no, I have not. Why? They can't be that terrifying."

"I'm convinced we're going to live in a totalitarian state because of them."

"I'm surprised you even know that word."

"Do you still want your shit or not? Because I won't give it to you if you keep up this attitude."

"Oh, what will you do to me then?" Wilbur says in a flirty voice and Boomer scoffs.

"Throw you out, what about that?" the man threatens and he lets out a sigh, before continuing. "The fact that we have a definite leader right now is not even the worst. The main problem is that they're in my store right now."

"Do you want me to kill them off?"

"Why the fuck would I want you to kill them off? As soon as they're dead, in my store, I'm going to be the one paying the price and I cannot lose this business."

"Oh come on, I'm sure I can lure them out of the store with my charm and solve the problem for you."

"I don't think you can, Wilbur. And I don't think you want to either." Boomer glances over at the screen as he hands over the box he promised Wilbur, for which Wilbur gives him back money. "Now leave my fucking store. You're a criminal and I don't know what they're going to do if they find you here."

"You have to be kidding, right?"

"Leave, please. They're coming now." Wilbur bursts out laughing at the panic that Boomer seems to hold, as he anxiously looks past Wilbur's shoulder. The maniac is still holding the box of cigarettes as he's already opening it to get one out of it, not able to imagine the power that this self-proclaimed president is alleged to have. However, as he turns around a little, ready to lean on the cash desk, his eyes fall on the person Boomer was talking about. A person who has already caught him standing there.

It's you.

Your cold eyes are staring right at him and as soon as he makes eye contact, he drops what he's holding, resulting in all the cigarettes coming out of the box and falling on the ground, spread all over the floor. He promised Dad he was fine. He promised that he had fallen out of love. He promised he didn't need any help.