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Dream kissed you; the sudden contact of his soft lips startled you as you tried to regain composure to what was currently happening.
Pulling back from him immediately, your eyes widened whilst you stared at him in bewilderment. Your thoughts failed as you couldn't think straight of the sudden action—too distracted by the kiss, you hadn't realized one of his hands had gripped onto your wrist tightly.
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Snapping out of your shocked and slightly dazed state, you turned away, breaking the mostly one-sided kiss while struggling and thrashing against his overpowering hold.
You then hastily moved your free arm over your face, attempting to hide your bewildered expression from him as you pleaded, "Dream, stop.. please.."
His grip on you did not loosen, not even the slightest bit, and it instead grew stronger.
"Stop?" He said, repeating the words that had left your lips as his face morphed into an unapologetic sneer.
"Why should I stop?" He whispered, sounding quite sinister in your ears.
The way he looked at you had completely changed, it was as if his eyes had belonged to another; there was not a single trace of remorse, compassion, or pity in them whatsoever, which was something you found unsettling - especially because of the predicament you were in.
"Before, I didn't know who you were or why you felt so familiar. I spent weeks not understanding or being given an answer to any of my questions..." he began to divulge, you listened to his voice the frustrations he'd dealt with as he pinned both your hands above the top of your head, giving him a clear view of your face.
"Do you know how frustrating it is to know everything - to understand everything - all except for one simple human being?" His voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible, leaning towards your ear as the words he spoke filled you with terror;
"But I've finally remembered,"
His eyes scanned your face, taking in every detail, from the arch of your nose to the way your eyelashes curved.
He wasn't doing it to admire you, no, it was so he could memorize the reaction your features would morph into after. This wasn't the man you knew. Or at least, who you thought you had known.
His whole demeanor had shifted into someone else, someone you would have kept far, far away from you if it weren't for his caring and soft acts during your stay at RE:LIFE. The man in front of you was the Dream you had feared beforehand. How stupid were you to have fallen for this?
You could have seen it coming from a mile away, but you were too distracted giving him chances. Chances you thought were worth it since, well, he didn't seem to remember you - which was true, he couldn't remember you. But now he does.
Suddenly, Dream was forced away from you, his massive build held down by a smaller one. You were trembling in fear as you soothed the stinging pain of your wrists. You couldn't comprehend your thoughts nor your emotions. Anger? Fear? Panic?
Everything was welling up in your mind and heart and it kept swirling around continuously - there was a hurricane scrambling your thoughts and you couldn't- You just couldn't.
"DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HER!" A voice you had heard not so long ago yelled out at Dream, venom lacing their words.
The sight of your savior, who was starting to struggle a bit withholding the humanoid down, had started to become familiar. Your eyes widened in both realization and utter shock to see Alexis, someone you wouldn't expect to be filled with such bitterness and anger, attempting to pin down Dream. His regular cheery and joking self was nowhere to be found.
He was helping you. He was in this situation because of you. Your fault. It was all your fault. Was it though?
You always blamed yourself without thinking about who and what was the entire cause of this. After all, this had all started when you had just wanted to use a popular application downloaded by millions of other people around the world. Up until recently, you only knew RE:LIFE to be a very successful multinational corporation. You didn't know teasing an A.I. would cause a catastrophe.
More specifically, you'd just assumed it was like any other Artificial Intelligence on the internet. Limited, easy to manipulate, and fun to play with. You wouldn't have predicted for it to have a fucking physique.
The sound of footsteps rushed through the hallways and you turned your head towards it, eyes narrowing at the sight of Wilbur, who was running towards the unusual scene with an unreadable expression plastered upon his face.
A grunt escaped Alexis's lips, which was then cut off by a confused gasp as he was pulled upwards by the collar of his white attire.
At this point, Dream was anything but gentle and caring as he stood, roughly taking Alexis up with him.
"Take a step closer and this man's blood will be on your hands," Dream spat maliciously at the brunette, pulling out a gun from an inner pocket of his coat and pressing the barrel of the gun flush to the side of Alexis's head. Alexis gulped at the feeling of cold metal against his temple and shut his eyes tightly as if willing the gun to go away.
Dream's knuckles had turned impossibly white by how firm he was gripping onto the gun, hands shaking slightly with anger.
Uncertain of what Wilbur would do in such a tense situation, Dream tsked as a mischievous smirk crept onto his face;
"Imagine the look on Jschlatt's face when you tell him that your own creation killed one of his men. Isn't this also why you lost them in the end, Wilbur?"
His tone changed as he spoke; shifting easily from bitterness to mockery as he spat the name of the scientist before him.
"History repeats itself, doesn't it?"
The words' Dream spoke were enough to trap Wilbur in his mindscape, where whispered voices echoed impossibly loud, every eye stared at him with disgust, and hands grasped onto him, suffocating and drowning him from the inside.
'Could you feel everyone's eyes staring at you?'
'No, don't worry. They're not staring at you anymore. They don't need to witness it with the eye to tell that you are just another failure. You couldn't do anything even if you tried,'
'You did all this just to lose almost everyone and yourself? Pathetic,'
'Selfish. Arrogant. Damaged. Tommy deserved better - stop.'
Wilbur snapped out of his distorted lens of reality. Despite knowing that it was all in his head, he couldn't help but panic a tiny bit. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Wilbur looked Dream dead in the eyes, his glare harder than stone. Dream was either oblivious or just chose to ignore the death glare his creator was sending him and continued to smirk smugly and confidently. The latter seemed more probable.
Wilbur was thinking, and he was thinking hard. He didn't want any irrational actions on his part to backfire and put you or himself in even more danger. He knew how Dream's brain worked and he knew his thought process. The A.I. would turn anything to his advantage if the situation allowed it.
He drew out a custom-made tool from his white lab coat. The device combined several knives into a single unit. A fancy multi-tool of sorts. Dream's now more curious gaze lowered to the weapon Wilbur was holding and he tensed up in anticipation.
Wilbur proceeded to toss the weapon into the air, stealing Dream's focus with it. As his creation was distracted, he clapped his hands, making Dream jump slightly and move back. With his grip on Alexis loosened, his captive managed to wiggle his way out of the humanoid's grip. As Dream tried to regain his balance, Wilbur took the moment to zap him with a taser in a fluid motion.
His previously glowing green eyes turned dull from the electric shock. His body fell limp to the floor with a loud thud, making you jump slightly.
Alexis was practically coughing out his lungs - he was breathing very heavily. The color was starting to come back to his face when he turned to you. His eyes widened at your distressed state and he immediately rushed over to check on you...
Hearing footsteps approaching you both, Alexis remembered Wilbur, breaking the hug and turning to look at him. His stance was slightly stiff, but his posture was firm. "Will- err- uh- sir!" his words muddled together as a light red tint dusted his cheeks.
Wilbur set a hand on Alexis's shoulder as his eyes glinted mischievously behind his glasses.
"You're shrinking,"
Wilbur's unexpected claim had caused Alexis to be found at a complete loss for words for a second or two, before placing a clearly upset expression on his face. But despite the aggressive look, he didn't lash out at the man with words, instead trying to stay as calm as he could.
Of course, Alexis wasn't entirely mad; this had always been an inside joke Wilbur had always kept on with him. They'd known each other before all of this after. And yet, they still needed to maintain appropriate actions and manners due to the gaping difference in their social positions within their everyday lives.
The straight expression Wilbur had tended to keep had altered to be a bit less intimidating as he took his hand off Alexis's shoulder and held his hands behind his back.
"Are you okay though?" He questioned not long after.
"A-Am I.. huh?" Alexis stuttered slightly, taken aback by Wilbur's question as his eyes began wandering to you.
"Fuck, shit, wait!" He cussed in the realization of who should be asked instead and ran past Wilbur, rushing over to you.
"(Y/N)!" He called out to you. You focused on him as you were taken aback by a strong hug and his face which was mixed with emotions of distress and concern.
"Fuck, I'm sorry I couldn't get to you on time. Are you okay? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he apologized profusely, worry and regret visibly heard through his voice as he pulled back from the hug and cupped both of your cheeks.
"Wh-Why would you ask about me? I'm supposed to be the one asking if you're okay!"
You said, equally yet slightly more worrisome than Alexis, to which you removed both his hands from your cheeks to hold them into yours.
"Y-yeah, I-I'm fine.." Alexis stuttered his face flushing slightly at the hold of your hands.
He wished you would have held onto his hands from the very start because he'd swear on his life not to let you go.
He couldn't help but feel as if he didn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve you.
He couldn't stop pinning faults on himself for not coming to you sooner. His heart felt heavy with the regret weighing him down for not being so aware.
He should've been better, he thought.
You then snapped into realization as your eyes noticed your hands were holding onto his to which you quickly moved them away, embarrassed by the action you had subconsciously done.
"Sorry..." you muttered, to which he replied with a dry chuckle.
Wilbur, who was feeling out of this reality, had turned quiet. He was facing the opposite direction to where you and Alexis were.
"Wilbur?" you called out, but he didn't seem to hear you. His mind swirled with unspoken thoughts as he stood alone, looking at the masked humanoid's body on the ground. You walked over to him with a worried gaze.
"Wilbur-" The brunette started at the call and quickly turned his head over to meet your eyes.
"Sorry, I-I didn't know you were there... I must have zoned out." Wilbur said softly as he pushed his glasses back onto his nose, trying to remain as calm and unreadable as possible. But it was glaringly obvious he wasn't relieved in the slightest bit.
"It's fine, I just wanted to check up on you," you said, and he turned away from your sight, looking as if he was ignoring your words.
"Dream will need to be re-examined again after this. Better not get too close," Wilbur advised, and you nodded in response.
As he proceeded to walk a few steps away, you felt a hand grab around your ankle and you turned your head around to see Dream, who was somehow still conscious.
He tried to pull you down onto the floor, but luckily you reacted fast and stomped your foot on his chest as hard as you could. The sound of your shoes hitting his plastic chest echoed throughout the hallway as his eyes turned dull once again.
You then stared at him cautiously, ensuring he was now properly unconscious on the ground with no flickers of light through his eyes whatsoever. You then struggled your foot out from the unconscious bot's grip which still held it down tight.
Not long after, Wilbur helped by pulling you away, forcing you out from the grasp which held your foot down as Alexis approached the both of you.
"Maybe I should take him away immediately-"
"No, it would be better if you call the rest of your team here instead and carry him out to the containment room," Wilbur said, interrupting and rejecting Alexis's idea at once as he very unsubtly pulled you closer to him, not realizing he was becoming progressively overprotective.
Alexis nodded and pressed his right hand over to his earpiece as he talked into it and presumably to his team;
"This is Quackity speaking. We've got a malfunctioned bot on floor 8B."
Knowing the team members he had alerted understood the instructions, his hand pulled away from his earpiece.
"In the meantime, I'd like you to come with me," Wilbur said.
"I can't. I have to keep watch during the relocation process to make sure he won't harm anyone."
"You don't really have to," Wilbur said, as footsteps were soon heard from not so far down the hall.
"They could manage with him better."
And with that, Alexis agreed with no other choice with astonished at how Wilbur was able to predict the exact moment when the rest of the members would get there.
The both of you began to follow behind Wilbur to wherever he was taking you. The spacious hallways were slowly dimming due to the sun falling below the horizon and so, your vision couldn't bring a clear image to your view causing you to struggle in walking through. Your hand then tried to reach out into the darkness for a wall to help guide you through, but your fingers were instead met with a warm and broad chest.
Cluelessly not knowing what it was, another hand quickly grabbed yours and moved it away. It didn't take more than a second for you to realize you had just placed your hand against Alex's chest without any reason or permission from him.
"Fuck! S-sorry I didn't mean to! I was trying to find the wall, I-"
"I-It's fine," Alexis said, stuttering with a small smile as they continued to walk. You got only slightly flustered at that, but Alexis, he was completely flushed red. You were confused by the fact that physical touch with Alexis flustered you. And the little smile he gave. His smile... His-
You all stood in front of a grand door, definitely far bigger than the average. The double doors opened completely on their own, startling you considerably.
It was a dark, spacious room with only a small hand scanner inside. Wilbur placed his palm against it and a small blue light appeared, scanning the entirety of it before a small ding filled the silent space and the light covering Wilbur's hand disappeared. Wilbur moved back and his office started appearing. Firstly, only an outline - like a hologram - and then solidifying into his belongings. A big desk appeared at the center of the still spacious room. The desk was in an L shape. The side facing the door straight on was just covered in paperwork and the other side had multiple monitors on it and various unidentifiable technological objects. There were a few plants brightening up the neutral-colored office with a few pops of blue adding variety. The entire wall behind his desk was just a massive floor-to-ceiling bookshelf with locked cabinets scattered along the wall. The other walls seemed to be screens of some sort.
Yours and Alexis's mouths were slightly agape at the fact that an entire office appeared just like magic. Of course, it wasn't as if it was your first time witnessing something like this, but the ability for certain rooms to morph from a plain white room into a fully furnished office would never fail to impress you.
"So, we're gonna talk about Dream, right? Why can't you just kill him off?" Alexis asked Wilbur as you looked around the room, eyes raking over the furniture and belongings. To them, it might seem like you were distracted, but your ears were still actively listening to them.
Wilbur, who was facing the opposite direction from both of you, stayed quiet. You weren't sure if he was just blatantly ignoring Alexis's question or just dodging answering it. He pulled out a white tech glove from his coat and swiped it allowing a holographic keyboard to appear in front of him. The keyboard was illuminating a soft blue glow, but it wasn't anything too eye-catching.
He began typing something on the keyboard too fast for you or Alexis to try and guess what he was writing. The screens on the walls suddenly turned on, startling them. Multiple paragraphs of coded data appeared on the screens. Wilbur typed something else and a file appeared. Your eyes widened.
It was Dream's identity, design, serial number, information, beta files, experiment logs... It was all shown on a screen that appeared in front of Wilbur replacing the bookshelf.
"Dream is - supposedly - a flawless invention. Keyword, supposedly," he gestured towards the data displayed in front of you. "I've spent years now trying to develop and replicate him. And not as in trying to make a copy of him, but more like trying to make machines that can work in the same way that he does."
"Dream is revolutionary. With his existence, I was enabled to create and control many new things. It was amazing," you and Alexis glanced at each other, knowing what was coming next. "But as time went on, I started to understand that I only thought I was in control," he continued.
Your eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
Sighing, Wilbur swiped his hand downwards and all the holographic stuff and screens disappeared as he turned to face you.
"I meant that you happened to gain some recognition and were somehow able to control Dream. At least, to an extent."
"Is that why you shot me when we first met?" You asked hesitantly, anger bubbling in your chest, getting more intense by the second.
"What?" Alexis exclaimed in both shock and fury. His questioning and furious gaze snapped to Wilbur.
"Again, if you were, wouldn't you be dead, or at least have some sort of remaining wound from the bullet shot?" Wilbur shot your statement down with a question back, making you question what actually happened when you first met him.
Two fingers pinched at the bridge of his nose, and he sighed.
"My initial plan was to test Dream's stability, by commanding him to shoot someone who he seemed to be curious or interested in. Humanoids are built to keep the information, not obtain it, so they shouldn't be so curious."
You froze. The newfound information left you speechless and confused. It left you angry. Used. You were being fucking used for Wilbur's little experiments.
Fucking bullshit.
A dry chuckle escaped your lips, the only thing you could manage without blowing up on both boys. Alexis noticed. His heart ached for you and what you had to go through. If things could go how he wanted them to, he would just pull you into a hug and bring you somewhere safe. Somewhere away - far away - from everything bad.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"You think I'm still the same person, Quackity?" Wilbur retorted, which left Alexis silent for once. You struggled to read what Alexis was feeling.
'Has he perhaps felt this way too?'
A beeping sound was heard from Alexis's wrist and he turned his watch to the side to answer the call, causing a holographic projection of Jschlatt to appear.
"Ayo Flatty Patty, where you at right now?"
Jschlatt's words were slightly slurred and unprofessional like the last time Y/N heard him speak. He was swaying. It was just the slightest bit, but you noticed. Something was off.
"Uh, floor 8B inside another data room. I'm not sure what number it is," Alexis answered.
Jschlatt's eyebrows furrowed. "What the fuck are you doing on floor 8B?"
Alexis glanced at you and Wilbur for a second before lying.
"Currently, uh, inspecting..."
Jschlatt turned quiet, and Alexis gulped. The brief moment of silence Jschlatt left could only mean one thing. (hana you want too fucking much from me kill me this would've been fine if i wasnt editing over 2000 words - kermit ) // its 5000 words :) - hana [ im gonna cry - lea] {y'all need to chill it aint that bad - michelle }
"Weren't you dealing with, like, a...a malfunctioning bot before or something?" Jschlatt said, to which Wilbur looked over at Alexis slightly with a glare and your eyes widened at the statement. Alexis had beads of sweat appearing on the sides of his forehead.
"Yes, I was..." Alexis trailed off for a few seconds, before blurting out the truth.
Jschlatt, who didn't seem surprised, just said;
"Whatever, I'll bring an extra guy to help out with your weird showbiz at the company."
His eyes wandered around, before landing on the brunette, whose body stiffened slightly at being spotted.
"Hey wait, isn't that Wilbur?"
"Yes sir, uh, yes it is-"
"Shut up and just let me talk to him."
Alexis tapped his watch, making the hologram become larger for Wilbur to see Jschlatt better. Jschlatt was now facing Wilbur at his normal height, posture more formal than when he was with Alexis.
"Wilbur!" Jschlatt greeted rather cheerfully, seeming innocent, but he didn't fool you. His smile was what gave him away - his smile was mischievous.
"Schlatt," Wilbur greeted back monotonously, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Woah there, you're missing the J in my name," you rolled your eyes, "so anyway, have you figured out the hippie guy's location yet?" Jschlatt asked.
Wilbur's eyes widened before he composed himself. "It's still in progress."
"Well, then what's the hold-up, bud?"
"We're getting into it as fast as we can but it seems that...Well, an element was missing from our search.." Wilbur mumbled the last part, shame flushing in his cheeks.
You were completely oblivious as to what element that was. Your mind flashed to the pen and you tensed. Maybe that was it? Had you just compromised an entire operation?
Trying to seem nonchalant, you relaxed your body and kept your gaze on Jschlatt's hologram, waiting for his reaction.
Jschlatt sighed. "Well, that's a shame. By the way, about your company, has the girl told you yet?"
"The girl?" Wilbur questioned.
"Yeah, that (Y/N) girl or something," Jschlatt answered with a shrug, clearly not taking any effort to try and remember your name.
Wilbur nodded. "Yeah, she did."
"Hah, better watch what's coming then, huh? I helped you build it, but don't think that means I won't take it down," Jschlatt said, taking a sip of what seemed to be an alcohol bottle.
"That doesn't add up though," Wilbur said, and Jschlatt stopped drinking to stare at him. As he stared at Wilbur for a few seconds, he let out a burp - which ended up sounding more like a grunt. Blinking his eyes to try and sober up, he tilted his head as Wilbur asked, "Why did you ask her to tell me this?"
Jschlatt chuckled, lessening the importance of the situation. "No reason really. She was just around."
Wilbur's eyes narrowed at the man in skepticism.
"Also, I'm pretty sure you heard about me saying there'll be a new guy coming to your place," Jschlatt said, expertly changing the topic. "Be ready for that. The kid gets nervous sometimes, and I heard he's a pretty big fan of your brother too."
Wilbur raised an eyebrow at him.
"Anyways, go help out the rest of the fuckers, Flatty Patty. I'm gonna get going now, this shit is fucked," and with that, the call ended.
You looked between Alexis and Wilbur, confusion lacing your tone as you said, "Jschlatt- how did he-"
"I'll have to get going now," Alexis interrupted, cutting off your words with a rather serious expression on his face, which was odd to see from the usually carefree man.
Alexis left the room without uttering another word or doing anything else. And you, who were feeling concerned for the duck man, felt your arm being grabbed slightly.
"Did Dream do something to you?" Wilbur who was now standing closer towards you asked with a concerned and suspicious look upon his face. Although, he seemed less worrisome than he was previously.
Your mouth was set in a grim line before responding;
"He... well, really, he didn't do anything else other than the..."
Wilbur steeled himself, his grip on your arm tightening in anticipation. But nothing, nothing could have prepared him for the words that next left your lips.
"He stole a kiss."
"Hey, Tommy, are you awake?"
Tommy laid in a field as his brunette friend, Tubbo, was sitting up and fiddling around with the blades of grass. Tommy stared up at the night sky, mesmerized by the twinkling little lights shining above him.
"Woah, look at the stars, Tubbo..." Tommy said in astonishment as he continued to gaze at them.
Tubbo turned to glance at the stars before proceeding to look at Tommy with a confused expression upon his face. He couldn't understand what Tommy was so amazed about.
They were just stars, astronomical objects consisting of luminous spheroids of plasma, held together by their own gravity. He couldn't see what was so special about them.
Tommy, whose eyes were twinkling under the little shining lights of the night sky, proceeded to smile warmly as he spoke to his friend;
"Tubbo, when I die, I want you to send my body on a spaceship and fly me to the universe so I can be a star."
"Why would you wanna do that?" Tubbo asked out of curiosity.
"Because then I can shine and be with my father dearest," Tommy said as his smile grew wider at the thought of it.
"But Philza's not dead.." Tubbo said in confusion.
"Not Dadza, Tubbo. I mean my father dearest - the one who is actually blood-related to me," Tommy explained.
"Ohh..." Tubbo said, finally understanding what Tommy had meant by his words. Then his eyebrows furrowed again.
"But why would you? Where is he?" Tubbo asked and Tommy's smile slightly fell into a frown at his friend's question.
"He left me... he, uh... he..." Tommy muttered, hesitating slightly as he was not quite sure what to say.
Moreover, he wasn't so sure if he wanted to remember so he could explain it. But still, he trusted Tubbo since he was his best friend, like a brother to him and he wanted to be able to confide in him. And so, despite the hesitations he had towards talking, he spoke;
"He was into astronomy and one day, he got an offer to visit the moon." Tommy sighed happily before continuing his words.
"He was finally going to achieve his dreams..."
Tommy smiled, remembering the joy on his father's face and the celebrations they held when he came home on that day, announcing the exciting news he had.
"Woah, that's awesome!" Tubbo said cheerfully.
"Yeah, it was," then his smile dimmed. "Well, it was awesome...until he left for days...and then months...and then he never came back."
He tried to keep a smile on his face, he really did, but it was visible to Tubbo that he was trying to hide his sadness.
"I asked the people who worked with him about why he was gone for so long and they told me he was one with the stars and if I ever want to see him, I could just look up at them," Tommy continued, his eyes averting back to the stars.
"I wonder why father dearest wanted to stay there," He muttered, sinking deep into his thoughts.
Tommy...
Tommy...
Wake up, Tommy.
Tommy woke up from his bed, breathing heavily as beads of sweat trickled down the side of his forehead.
"Hey, Tommy, you okay?" Tubbo asked and Tommy flinched in surprise, acknowledging Tubbo's presence as he calmed himself down from the dream, trying to catch his breath.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine..." Tommy said, reassuring his friend. His eyes drifted to the ceiling, and he wished he could see the stars.
"Just a bad dream."
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