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

I CHAPTER 8: Ethics and morals are completely subjective! | I

When Wilbur is finally away from the surface again, assured that he wouldn't get caught just to be put back into Limbo, he gets back the ability to breathe. So, letting out a deep and audible sigh, he straightens his back as he allows his eyes to get more used to the dark. "I still don't understand where you're bringing me, Bad," Wilbur comments, but the cloaked man just smiles at him. A smile that can make kingdoms falls. "What wanted to speak with me?"

"Sanctus Ovum does." The answer is quite short, yet Wilbur barely understands where he's getting at. It isn't until they start walking through the tunnels underground that Wilbur starts feeling eyes on his back.

Something is following.

But unfortunately, there's nothing he can do about it. He brings it up to Bad, but he just shrugs it off right away. It seems like the millionaire either doesn't notice it or is not bothered by them.

And realistically, it's the latter.

The deeper into the tunnels they go, the more red Wilbur sees. Red vines pressed against the walls, red liquid dripping onto the floor, a red mist stroking their legs. It's all quite odd, but the colour seems to not only multiply, but also darken the deeper they get in. As much as Wilbur hates to admit it, he cannot ignore the terror that spreads through his body thanks to the dark ambiance. As he quietly and subtly hugs himself, hoping to get any kind of comfort, he continues following Bad.

"Everybody should see it," Bad eventually speaks up, snapping Wilbur out of his thoughts.

"What?"

"Everybody should see it. Sanctus Ovum, I mean. The worst people have managed to find a reason to live within it. A reason to go on, redeem themselves. And I think that you would be most interested in seeing what it has to offer."

"Where did that assumption come from?" Wilbur asks, raising his eyebrow as quiet whispers in the background start shooting goosebumps down his spine. "I am perfectly okay. I don't need any reason to do anything."

"Tell yourself that all you want, Wilbur Soot. Everybody knows how far you've fallen. Once a successful man, owner of one of the most influential companies to ever exist, and now look at where you are, replaced by a child and hated by the person you love the most. Your failure gave irrelevant people a chance to climb: people who should not have come as far as they have. There are so many things you want, I bet, and Sanctus Ovum can help you with that." His eyes light up white, devoid of any good intention. This is new. This is very new to Wilbur. He's always looked down on the founder of the BadTech company. To the madman, Bad has always been obnoxious. A pawn, perhaps, for more powerful forces, but besides that, the demon-resembling creature has never had any importance in the life or growth of the City. But now? Now Wilbur is intrigued by him.

Or maybe it's not how Wilbur really feels. The whispering voices that enter his head get louder and louder and louder, after all. There is a pressure practiced on his head, but it's not unwelcoming in any way. If anything, he feels more comfortable now.

"I know what you want, Wilbur Soot," one of the voices suddenly whisper, overpowering all of the other incoherent words that now quiet down a little. Reacting to the unexpected sound, Wilbur stops walking to listen to it. It's your voice. Your beautiful, comforting voice, sounding kinder than ever. It's not the one filled with hatred, like what he's used to. It's one that he'd want to hear every day.

"You can hear it now, can't you?" Bad asks once he's aware of the other stopping, that same smile spread across his face.

"I can." Wilbur breathes as his desires take over the job of logic. Hugging himself tighter, he is surprised when he feels two other arms wrapped around his waist and a head resting on his back. He looks down on the ground, hearing your sweet giggle and catching the scent of your breath, smelling as good as it always has. When his heart skips a beat and his stomach flutters at the sound and scent, Bad can see the delusional look in Wilbur's eyes. He chuckles.