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

VI | CHAPTER 43: Don't act like you forgot | VI

"What can I say? Bad was right. I am an unreliable ally." Those words leave your mouth the moment they pop up in your brain, and well, you can't help but feel the pure happiness and excitement at the hurt on their faces. Quackity is, understandably, furious at your reveal. Sam is simply overtaken by confusion and shock, while Techno next to him seems to already realize that they're officially defeated. After all, he's seemingly the only one who seems to come to this realization, judging by George's angry and yet determined face. However, as you make eye contact with him, grinning victoriously as you catch him thinking deeply, this determination fades away with ease. He must be connecting the dots now. That this was your plan all along.

"You planned this forehand," he then states, startling everybody even more. While some would've blamed your decision on the Egg's influence, he seems to be wise enough to know better. "Project Iota. The Anomaly. That's why it was of importance."

"Well, would you look at that!" you laugh, clapping your hands as Niki visibly backs away, now also having left her seat. "Gogy is finally growing some brain cells. Such an unexpected turn of events." You take a step forward, your eyes purely focused on him as the smile doesn't appear of your face, almost as if it's frozen in time. "You know, George, I really would've expected you to find out sooner, but I suppose that there's a reason that you were never chosen as President after all. You're too proud, and yet too naïve. For someone who was willing to work together with two madmen, you truly underestimated the person you were trying to connect with," you take another step forward. The soldiers do not move an inch, instead watching the scene happen, since the sign is not there yet.

Bad may have done significant damage already, to everyone present, but you feel like you deserve to have a shot as well. After all, from everyone, aren't you the one who deserves to do so the most? All of them showed the worst sides of themselves to you, if not because of you. You let out another chuckle, reaching into your bag to grab your gun.

"I'm going to be very honest with you, George. After that little stunt, you pulled, with your apparent 'best friends', I thought of executing you publicly. But that would've not done anything other than cause an unnecessary uproar, if not undeserved." You point the weapon at him. "But let us play a game, before we get to the base of this Banquet, shall we? A Russian Roulette."

"I'm not a moron, Y/N," George immediately argues. "I know very well what I did and I don't regret it, but this is not going to achieve anything."

"So killing my child was going to?!" you immediately yell back, before pointing the gun at your own head. No, you're not going to kill yourself. But the shock value is a lot higher than you imagined it to be. So, you continue. "You know, George. If it hadn't been for your little robot friend, I would've killed myself right after finding her." You lower the gun again. "You committed treason, George. And hell, murder. Dream may have been the one to actually do it, but you're just as guilty as he is." After letting out a deep sigh, you straighten your back a bit and put some of your white-streaked hair out of your face, trying to calm yourself. "But all of that doesn't matter anymore. My daughter is dead and you're about to be. Oh, and George?" His breath seemingly hitches. "You're fired." With a gesture, you ask Ant to give you his glass of wine. At first, he refuses, but once he receives an aggressive look from Bad, he sees no choice.

So, you take his glass and drink out of it. It's not for any reason other to show that you are, despite being their assumed ally, the most powerful in the room. Of course, it's known to those who are smart enough that there's no chance to win with you not by their side: a conclusion most have come to by now. But despite this, you're still above the rest of them – quite literally, since you're standing on the table. "So, may we negotiate. You either join us, or this will turn physical." Although you can easily imagine Tommy snickering at that comment, or the old Quackity you knew coming with the standard answer of 'kinky', none of that fits the atmosphere that you yourself set.