Questionable Choices [Yan!DSMP x Reader]

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And so, you do. Without saying anything, you walk past him and go to the elevator. The doors open and Dream stands right behind you, a little bit too close. You swear he's trying to look at your face. No, this isn't working. It's only encouraging him. So, you slightly turn your head to find his head extremely close to yours. His chin barely touches your shoulder. "Dream," you almost whisper, "stay the fuck away from me." His eyes light up a bit more when you say that, but he does listen as he takes a step back. It's not a big step, but it's better than nothing.

The doors open and you walk in, looking down on the floor and watching as Dream also enters. The doors close. Dream goes to stand next to you, a little bit too close for your comfort. So, right away, you walk to the corner furthest away from him. Yet, he's staring again. And he doesn't even try to hide it. Quickly enough the elevator stops, but the doors never open.

"Dream, let me out."

"No." His answer is short and obvious, and right away you feel the anxiety creeping up.

"Let me out." Dream takes a step forward. Instinctively, you put your hands in front of you, ready to slap him any moment. "Dream, you dirty fucking asshole will better open these goddamn doors." Dream chuckles. It sounds so human.

"No, I don't think I will," he answers. He tilts his head at you and takes another step forward. "I don't understand you, Y/N." Another step forward. Now, he's so close to you that it makes you feel violated. Your chests almost touch and he puts his face a bit closer to you, as if he's trying to scan every single detail of your face.

God, I hate this.

"You're just like any other person, aren't you? You're normal. You're just like any other person. So, how come I feel the way that I do about you? No, not just about you, but with you as well. It's not normal."

"I don't know, dickhead," you stutter, "but is this really the right time to be talking about this?" Anything to get out of this situation. You'd give anything to just get away from him. Literally anything."

"There is not such a thing as a right time, Y/N," he responds, putting his hand on your cheek. "But what is it about you that makes me feel like this? I feel so human when I'm with you, even if I know that that's not what I am. But whenever I'm with you, I feel like it's so easy to pretend. With everyone else, I feel like a simple machine. A machine created to work for them and to do as they ask me. So, how come when I'm with you, I feel so alive? I don't understand it and it only allures me even more." You don't know how to respond, so you just keep staring at him with terrified eyes. His face comes way to close now, so quickly, you put a gun to his chin. Yes, the one that you have never used before because you only recently stole it from DeMeter. That gun.

"If you dare to come any closer, I will make sure that you'll never feel alive again." He stops right away. He takes one small step back and you grab his wrist of the hand that is on your cheek, trying to give the message that you don't want him to touch you anymore. He seems to listen. After he stands where he stood before, the doors of the elevator open and he walks out, looking over his shoulder to see if you are following him. With a relieved sigh, you look at the pipes with blue and follow him as well.

"You do realize that I will have to tell Wilbur about the gun that you stole of the company, right?" he asks, stopping in his tracks once more as he turns around to look at your reaction. You simply chuckle.

"Does it offend you that much I can protect myself from creeps like you, Dream?" You put the gun in your pocket after making sure it looks like a mere pen again. "Whatever, go knock yourself out. What do you think will happen anyway? Sure, I'll have to return it, but it's not like I don't have any weapons at home."

"You know that he's in love with you, right?" Those words startle you a little. What?

"Excuse me?" you chuckle awkwardly and Dream hums amusedly.

"So, you didn't know? Come on, Y/N. You can't tell me that you didn't realize. He has a crush on you, and not so little either."

"Bullshit. You're just trying to drive me away from him because a friendship with him would only be bad for whatever the fuck you want with me. You know that if Wilbur trusts me, he will realize what kind of a mistake you are. That's what's going on. You're just lying."

"I've lied about many things before, but I promise you that this is not one of them. He loves you. Which makes me wonder even more, how do you do it? How did you manage to make the both of us fall in love with you in such a short amount of time?"

"You're not in love with me, you're just malfunctioning. And Wilbur is just probably desperate for some relationship, so he's willing to settle down for anyone who he thinks is not a terrible partner. If what you are saying is even true."

"It is true. He's been asking for calculations of your compatibility with him, along with the ones that scored the most."

"How the fuck? You can't calculate someone's compatibility with another person based on only what you know or what you can find online, you bloody moron. You don't know me. You think you do, but you don't. How the fuck do you want to calculate the compatibility percentages of someone who you don't know well enough?"

"I simply did what was asked of me." When you remain silent, still processing what he just told you, he asks you a question you didn't see coming. "Would you like to know the percentages?"

"I'm not fucking interested."

"Come on. I was the third most compatible. Sally was second and Wilbur's brother was first. Interesting, isn't it?"

"Tommy? Well, if that's the case then why the fuck won't you just bring me to him? He's the only fucking reason I'm here!"

"I never said it was Tommy." You look at him confusedly. Right. Tommy had another brother, didn't he?

"Then who is it?" But Dream simply lets out a short laugh, before deactivating the hologram and turning around to bring you to the room where you should be. "Are you fucking kidding me!?"

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A shorter chapter this time, which is what I wanted to ask you guys something about:Do you guys prefer an update every day with a chapter around this length or an update every two days with a chapter around the length of the past chapters?This is not a promise that I can write a chapter every day or two days, it's just that I can use your answers to decide whether or not I should write long chapters with less updates or short chapters with more. Of course, not every chapter will be as long as the other, and not every update will be as quick as the first, but I'll try to keep it as consistent as possible. It just depends on the content of the chapters.Let me know!