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

II | CHAPTER 19: Believe me darling, the stars were made for falling | II

The meeting with Quackity and his crew of weirdos went well, but it was boring. You have been listening to him and his subordinates for too long now, it feels like, and you know all about it already anyway. So, while Sam is attempting to give you, George and Aimsey some new valuable information, you're trying not to fall asleep. The voices of your co-workers are the only things keeping you awake at the moment, and you really wish to be taken away to the land of dreams, but unfortunately, you're not that lucky.

"In that case, we happily invite you to join us against the Egg," George eventually says, the only words up till now that have been very clear. "Already quite some people have been discovered to be on its side, so we can't risk their army getting too great."

"Army?" you laugh when you hear the word he uses to describe it. "As if they'd ever be able to get an army."

"It's a figure of speech, Y/N," he sighs, but you don't take this as a valid excuse.

"Still, an army? Against me? That would just be adorable. What the hell do they want to do?"

"Shoot you," the young Purpled says unamused as he's playing Solitaire, the only person there being uninterested in the conversation. "Stab you, blow you up."

"We won't let that happen," Sam says immediately, with a determination that you've never seen before. You, however, just laugh.

"I don't need your protection, Sam. I don't need anyone's protection." You stand up, straightening your back and looking down on all the others. "If they want to shoot me, they can go ahead. Actually, I'm only curious to see who dares to pull the trigger." And after having said that, you drink a bit of the medicine – which you mixed with alcohol back at the hotel – and leave your seat.

"Momsey? Where are you going?"

"You can't just leave in the middle of this meeting, Y/N," Quackity comments, but you interrupt him quite away.

"I'm not needed to handle this, old friend. I'm just going to get some fresh air outside and clear my mind." George protests and so do the others, but their protests mean nothing to you. Fundy, however, is the only one to stand up and actually ready to physically stop you, but Aimsey, respecting your decision, stops him.

"We'll be done in thirty minutes. Can you be back in twenty-five?" After you say yes, she smiles and you leave the room. Everybody seems to be against this, but George is the only one who can actually leave as well, meaning that Aimsey now has to handle this whole situation by herself. Unfortunately, your exhaustion and terrible headache is fighting against it too much.

"Y/N, what the fuck are you thinking?" he shouts once you're at a safe distance to not be heard by the people you were just talking with. "You can't just do what the fuck you want, you know? You can't leave me there to take care of everything."

"That's just blatant hypocrisy," you argue as you turn around, drinking some more of the medicine-alcohol cocktail. "You're doing the exact thing to Aimsey right now!"

"Aimsey is an android. She can handle it." And before you can even continue to talk back, he approaches you with anger in his eyes. It's dark outside and everybody is inside, thanks to the terrible weather of rain and thunder, so you and George are all alone there. "But I cannot. And yet, I feel like I'm constantly being treated like some kind of a slave of yours. We're equals. We're doing this work together. It's not just you, it's me too." When he's done, you scoff, laughing a little as you put your weaker hand on your hip, leaning on your one leg more than the other with a raised eyebrow.

"Equals? You think we're equals?" you say with a mocking voice, barely even believing what he just said. "Oh, poor Gogy. Is that what Connor told you?" George wants to say something, but now it's you who doesn't allow him to, approaching him and covering his mouth with your hand. "I am the President. You are my assistant. We are no equals. Connor and Schlatt were equals, because Connor respected Schlatt like Schlatt respected Connor. You, George, have no respect for me or for my decisions. You constantly call my child a robot or a machine and invalidate their whole state of life, you doubt me when I make decisions that are objectively correct and you aren't being treated like a slave by me at all, and calling it that is actually extremely pathetic considering that you chose this path." You finally remove your hand, now allowing him to say something, but he just remains silent. "You're a free man, Gogy. If you want to leave, you can leave. You have made your own questionable choices, so do not blame me for mine."