Strings That Tie. (Interactive! Yan!dsmp x reader)

CHAPTER I

"Eret, right?" The (H/C)-ette asked, outstretching their hand towards the other.

Eret chuckled, "Yep, that's me. It's nice to meet you, (Y/N)." The two elegantly shook hands, a light red hue arising on Eret's face. His glasses slightly fell down the bridge of his nose as he straightened his posture.

"Nice to meet you as well! Say, you aren't a traitor, are you?" (Y/N) teased, though he had taken the accusation seriously. His palms got clammy and his face flushed, and he began swaying back and forth on his heels.

He nervously pulled at his uniform's collar, "Me?! NO! Where...Where'd you get that from?" (Y/N) chuckled at his exaggerated response.

(Y/N) sighed, "You're funny Eret. I like you already." They said as they wandered away, waving Eret goodbye--for now, of course.

***

It had been a week since that day. Nothing of too much interest had conspired since then, and (Y/N) still had no further information on the trio they had seen the first day they got here. They attempted to ask questions about the mysterious group, but Wilbur had never given them a straight answer.

"(Y/N)?"

"Yeah Fundy?"

"Can you go out and fetch me some berries? We're all out here."

"Oh, sure." (Y/n) shrugged, pushing their sword into its sheathe. Their armor and weapons were lacking anyways, so they knew they had to go out and get better materials. Unenchanted iron wouldn't do much against what they've seen of the Dream SMP.

The (H/C)-ette walked out of the training room as Wilbur walked by, bumping into them. Coffee spilled all over Wilbur, though it wasn't hot enough to burn him. The brown liquid stained the cream-colored sweatshirt he was wearing, and a sigh escaped his mouth. His cheeks became coated in a red hue, and he used his hand to cover the lower half of his face.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened, "Oh god I'm- I'm so sorry. That didn't hurt you, right?"

"Oh! I'm fine, I'm fine. Where are you going?" He asked, scanning their outfit. (Y/N) looked (down/up) at the brunette and grinned.

"Ah, just to the forest for some berries and then I'm gonna go mining. Do you need anything before I go out?" They asked, giving a closed eye smile.

Wilbur mumbled something under his breath, inaudible for (Y/N). He watched their eyebrows raise and then decided to speak up. "No, but some materials would be nice."

"Noted. I'll get what I can, sir." (Y/N) waved, rushing out the door. His face grew red--even more so. Wilbur couldn't get his gaze off you.

In fact, he ran into you on purpose.

***

They wandered the forest again, searching for any sweet berries they could get their hands on. So far they had only been met with endless grass and trees, nothing new. They hadn't even seen a cave yet, which was fairly rare since they had traveled pretty far. Dirt stained their boots, and their hands felt rough. Dried blood stained their face, hands, and pants. They encountered a skeleton, and due to the lack of gear, they successfully shot (Y/N) in the leg with an arrow.

The leaves crunched beneath their feet as they scanned the area around them. They silently shook their head, trying to find anything to help them. They were officially lost.

Faint bickering could be heard, "God, will you ever leave me alone? I just wanna sleep..." (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, prying in on their conversation.

"Oh come on, all you do is sleep! Get up, George!" Peering through the bushes, (Y/N) spotted a male with black, medium-length hair pulling on a brunette's blue sleeves, whining. A long bandana flowed behind the ravenette, blowing around with the wind. He had a white shirt with a flame plastered in the middle of it. White and black goggles rested on 'George's' face, covering his eyes. His shirt was blue and had the supreme logo in its center.

(Y/N) sighed, "Oh thank god I found someone! I'm lost, could you help me-"

The ravenette unsheathed the sword that once laid idle on his hip, pointing it into the other's face. Their (E/C) eyes widen, their eyebrows raising with them. They lifted their hands to the side of their head as a gesture of surrender. The man's hale navy eyes narrowed, glaring at the (H/C)-ette in front of them.

"State your name and business." He demanded, his voice leaking with malice.

They mumbled, "Me? I'm..I'm (Y/N). I'm lost, so I need uh, need help getting back."

"(Y/N)?"

"Back?"

George and 'the other' quired at the same time, before looking at each other.

The brunette quirked an eyebrow, "I've never heard of a (Y/N) before."

"And back to where?" The ravenette asked.

(Y/N) looked to the side, their smile somewhat faltering before they etched a more forced one onto them. "I'm new here, that's probably why you've never heard of me."

"As for my question?"

"Well, I'm going back to.."

***

"L'manberg."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Who are you to ask?"

Other:

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