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

I | CHAPTER 7: Get it through your head, it being a bullet | I

"Beautifully said, my love, but what the fuck are we going to do now?"

Wilbur's words echo through your mind as you hold the gun in your hand in the direction of one of the skeletons, who's already pointed his bow and arrow at you.

"Are you aiming for the zombie or the fucking skeleton?"

"I'm aiming for neither, dumbass," you whisper, just before the sound of another arrow being shot fills the air, followed by the scream of your gun. Wilbur next to you startles when the bullet meets the arrow halfway, making it go up in flames. Wilbur, stunned by the art in front of his eyes, gets yet another heart attack almost when you grab his wrist and drag him inside the store again, approaching the confused cashier. "Lock those doors, now!" you scream, pointing at the entrance, and the surprised Boomer immediately obeys, pushing a single button under the desk which closes the automatic doors right away and just a few seconds after he's done that, zombies walks towards the entrance and start banging on the glass. Thankfully, their strength doesn't seem to be enough to break it.

"What the fuck?!" Boomer squeals and Wilbur turns to you after some time processing what just happened.

"Holy shit. I didn't know you had such good aim."

"I've had the time to practice," you respond. "And I can't see depth anymore, considering my left eye has stopped working properly, so consider this your lucky day, because if it weren't for me, Wilbur Soot, you would've become one of those." Not that he isn't a dead man walking to begin with.

"And I am forever in your debt, my sweet symphony," he says as he bows a little, taking your gloved hand in his as his fingers gently dance around the edge of the glove. "Permission to take these off to kiss your hand as a sign of my gratitude?"

"Go fuck yourself," you snarl, making him let go of your hand as you turn to Boomer instead. "Do you have any CCTV outside of the store so we can keep our eyes on them at all times?" Boomer shakes his head, eyes glued on the doors, and you let out an annoyed sigh. "Great. Seems like we have no choice but to wait until sunrise. I bet they'll leave then."

"What makes you say that?" he says with a shaking voice and you shrug.

"Intuition? Insanity? Intelligence? God knows, but I don't. Unless you want to shoot those fuckers or have some brilliant boobytraps around this building, we can't risk going outside again. Do either of you disagree?" You look at the two people in front of you with crossed arms and they glance at each other. "I suppose that's a no. Great. We'll just have to find a way to pass time, then."

"We could play some 'who is it?'" Wilbur suggests, putting his arms on the cashier desk and looking at Boomer with a mischievous twinkle behind his eyes. "And I'm sure Boomer has some bottles of alcohol that we can drink in the meantime?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. One moment, let me grab some cards. In the left side of the store, you'll also find a table that is actually meant for outside, so we can sit at that."

"Please, tell me that there are more people in the building than just the three of us," you comment and Boomer shakes his head.

"I'm afraid not." You let out a genuine sigh at that as you walk to the garden table, sitting down at it as you open the box of tarot cards you bought in this very store. The groans of the zombies are only getting louder, it seems, as you open the box in silence, out of the corner seeing Wilbur sit down at the table as well. His eyes follow your fingers, the robotic ones having stopped shaking after you lowered the energy of the machines. This sometimes has to happen. For some reason, the machine moves too much at some moments, which probably has to do with the illness you're suffering from. You see, the arm works the same way any normal arm does, but not when something in the brain goes wrong. You don't exactly understand: Aimsey once explained what exactly happened, but you have to admit that you have forgotten about it entirely after she was done. In any way, technology is not immune to your physical problems.