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

II | CHAPTER 20: Am I fading away again? | II

T/W: Mentions of breaking boundaries/feeling uncomfortable thanks to someone's actions (how am I supposed to say this lol)

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"Glatt!"

The sudden echo-y voice immediately drags you out of your reality. With your back against a hard surface, you open your eyes, with a dark and cloudy sky above you. You feel odd. Very odd. But that's probably what happens when you seem to be perfectly able to move your body properly, without any coughing fits or chills to randomly interrupt you. When you sit up right, someone immediately puts you down again from behind and when you see a stone ceiling only a few centimetres away from your body, you're grateful for the unexpected guest who just saved you from decapitation.

Looking to the familiar stranger, who is now crawling towards you thanks to the less intense wind. "Hello there, Y/N," the ghostly man grins, his head leaning on one of his hands while he's lying there as if he's in a strip club, ready to fuck some rich asshole.

Maybe that's how he and Quackity met?

"Am I high or something? Where the fuck are we?"

"On the top of a train, obviously," Schlatt answers, before repeating the same word again as he did when you woke up in this odd dream. "Glatt!"

"The fuck does that mean?" you snarl, only now realizing how grumpy you're feeling and yet, how relieved you are to be away from the City for a moment.

"That's me. Glatt. Glatt, the better version of J. Schlatt. You want to know why I'm the better version of him, Y/N?" You shake your head, really not interested. "Because there is no better Schlatt than a dead Schlatt. Those assholes really thought they send me to Hell, but here I am. Honestly, I have no idea either, I'm just trying to lighten the mood, since the mood is not very light at this moment. Usually, I'm able to lift heavy things, but it seems like this mood is as dark as an asshole." You raise your eyebrow at the man with the ram horns, only to receive a very serious facial expression back. "What? Am I wrong?"

"I'm going to jump of this train right now," you sigh, after the train has left the tunnel and you start rolling towards the edge, but Schlatt – Glatt? – grabs your arm.

"You're not even curious how the shit I did this? Because it's actually quite impressive. Turns out people who have not found rest yet, can interfere with people's dreams or something. Honestly, I understand very little about it as well, but I thought you needed some company until the Summer Feast tomorrow. I always hated those."

"You hated anything that involved socializing with people and not treating them like vermin."

"I mean, yeah. Isn't that what respect is? Treating someone as you want to be treated? Because I treat myself even worse, as you've seen. Not anymore, though, I'm a new man now. I've evolved beyond recognition."

"I'd like to disagree."

"Of course, you'd like to. That's all you've been doing the past days, hasn't it? Disagreeing with people, insulting your colleague, crying yourself to sleep."

"Have you been watching me?"

"Glatt! No, I've not been watching you. Only when it was necessary, so when you were in public. And I watched you cry yourself to sleep before appearing in this nightmare of yours, but that was accidental." When you look at him shocked, he stares back. "I'm being for real, Y/N. I'm not like Wilbur and Dream and whoever the fuck else has fallen into this deep weird creepy obsession with you. If you think you're being watched by someone at sleep, it's not me."