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

III | CHAPTER 27: Soon, she will feel that her nightmares are real | III

FANART SECTION
Character design of Y/N (interpreted)
Made by: Aen!

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Sam is staring right at your face while you're talking about ideas that you find important to discuss, especially when in war with the Egg. You're constantly coughing and scratching and only using your right arm, the symptoms of an uncurable illness appearing more and more, even in Sam's company. But he doesn't mind. He is a bit anxious thanks to the sickness, because he's afraid you'll end up dying soon, which he really can't have, but judging by the way you're sitting across of him, he doesn't think this will happen any soon.

Your face is stern and serious as you're talking about the points you find important sharing, only moving slightly based on the words you speak. Your glove is taken off, showing Sam the disgusting rashes that have spread all over your hand, while you bite your long nails off with your yellow teeth once in a while, concerning him even more about your crippling health.

Sometimes, you slur your words, or mess up trying to say one thing when you say the other. A muscle in your wrist is sometimes visibly throbbing, making you annoyed and obviously getting an uneasy reaction out of you, but whenever this happens, you just shake your arm or put your robotic finger on the exact location. Then it just stops.

Your hair is not taken care of, hanging messily as you have to blow the white streak out of your face from time to time. From time to time, you'll glance over anxiously at Sam, or at the gun that you hold close to you. Paranoia has clouded your mind, but you're just trying to act as if that's not the case. The more you reach out to the weapon, the more nervous Sam gets: is he here for business or to be executed?

"Sam? Did you just hear what I said or are you dreaming away?" Your strict voice gets him out of his thoughts almost immediately, resulting in eye contact. Your good eye is watering, but he doesn't know why. There's a neat bandage around your head, covering the place where your other used to rest, likely done so by Aimsey. The bandage has no blood on it, but he bets that the sight is not one he'd like to see.

"I'm sorry," he stutters, "I just zoned out."

"Don't do that anymore. You're not here to just dream away, Sam." Sam doesn't know who you are anymore, to be fair. You can turn from one person to the other, like there's just a button that gets pressed whenever someone else enters the room. From a silly, carefree sibling of Tommy, to a blood serious businessperson with secret plans that they're not willing to share. Although it's not as terrifying as the unpredictable behaviours that Wilbur showed in Pandora's Prison, right before being put in his Limbo, it's most definitely intimidating considering the feelings he has towards you.

You continue explaining whatever you just talked about, Sam actually doing his best to listen to your questions and ideals. Locking up the members of the cult to keep them away from the Egg, thus taking them away from the dangerous influence. But on the other hand, you seem to be conflicted about doing this, stating how the enemy is likely not going to be defeated just because you take the army away.

"It'll find another way to recruit soldiers," you explain, making it sound more like a world war than between two different groups in a small nation. "I've felt its influence. Its dangers. We can't just put Bad and Punz and Ant away. Forcefully keeping an addict away from a drug doesn't solve their addiction either."

"Does it not?" At that question, you look up, slamming your hands on the table as you stand up aggressively. Sam gets startled by the unexpected action, backing away instinctively as he looks at you confusedly.

"If it did, none of us would likely be in this situation, Sam," you say calmly, fury masked by a peaceful tone. "If it did, you wouldn't still be in love with me. If it did, I wouldn't be so reluctant to cooperate with Wilbur and Dream. If it did, I would be able to live my life without having to watch my back constantly." Sam stares at you intensely before you sit down again, the both of you letting out a sigh. Sam's out of relief, yours out of exhaustion. "We have to destroy the Egg if we want to save the cult members. We can always use the Prison for a place to put them, though, while we're trying to find out how to actually eliminate it. I don't think you happen to have any ideas on how to deal with it?" When you look up, Sam shakes his head. In a mumble, you curse to yourself, before grabbing your phone and sending someone a message, who Sam can only assume to be George.