Vibe City; dream smp x reader

Chess pieces

(Y/n)'s P.o.v

My emotions overwhelmed me, there was something lurking within me. Something painful and draining. Every move I made took more and more motivation.

I slowly got up from my bed, hearing the birds chirp outside. My feet were heavy like chains pulling me down further and further into a numbing abyss.

My cold hands placed themselves on the wooden crafting table. No creativity, no motivation. I stare at the wooden designs trying to come up with something, anything!

The memories replayed through my mind. Things I couldn't let go of, things that were despicable. Blviir's nightmarish figure comes to mind, Keurumi's wicked smile comes to mind, the guillotine comes to mind, the turf wars comes to mind, me being an outcast... comes to mind.

I pull out an oak wood slab, pulling out my blade. Getting some white and black paints out.  Slowly and tenderly, I started to crave the wood.

No one's P.o.v

(Y/n) craved the wood into little figures that came out as uncolored chess pieces. The first one she made was Honeyclouds, making the details of the wings on his head, his hair, and his hoodie. She painted Honeyclouds white.

(Y/n) went onto the next one. She made Seouloft next. She added his Dino onesie and his hair. She painted him black. She placed him on the chessboard with Honey.

(Y/n) did another one after another one, making Blviir and Keurumi. Making their hair, shirts, and any other details on their faces like Blviir's scar. She painted them both black.

The whole Clouds smp members were placed on the chessboard. Black being innocent and white being terrible. Luxy, Elixir, Mochii, Fluffshi, Seouloft, and Name_less being black. Honeyclouds, Blviir, Keurumi, Infernal, and Cynosure being white. There were some black chess pieces that she felt iffy about because some of those people wronged her in the past.

All the strings came from (Y/n), she wanted to toy around with some of them and manipulate them into her little game. (Y/n) wanted to treat them as they treated her, like nothing. She wanted to dehumanize them. It was all part of (Y/n)'s game of chest. She was the marionette and they were the puppets. She was outraged and traumatized by them so they will feel the same thing as her.

There was one more chest piece. It was grey and had cracks in it. It had her old mask that she use to wear on the Clouds smp, her (h/l) hair, and her (m/c). Her fingers examined it with such rigger. (Y/n) picked it up and brought it to her eye level. The heavy sorrow in her coming back. (E/c) eyes glossed with tears to the brim.

Atlas, (Y/n) could not let go of the past. It's exhausting and painful to hold onto it but too delicate to let it go. It affected her throughout the years. All she wanted... was to feel accepted, was to feel loved, was to feel like she's worth something to someone. Not just any someone but to a certain someone. To someone who wanted her head chopped off, to someone who started the war, to someone who asked for her to be the head guard. (Y/n) wanted to feel okay... (Y/n) wanted to feel safe... acceptance is all she wanted.

(Y/n) let the grey chess piece fall to the cold numbing floor.