three dads (karlnapity reader insert)

13

y/n pov

i finaly closed the book sighing as i finished it. i grabbed my bag and reached for my quill. fuck

i forgot my quill.

i hit my pillow. now i need another one, i breathed in deeply and took off my shirt sitting on my bed i looked at the door even though i know it's locked.

i closed my eyes tightly focousing on my back i felt a sharp pain and winced slowly opening my eyes. seeing f/c wings twice my size i looked at the way they moved. they were crooked and torn up. small holes poked through my wings, i got up and turned on my lights and looked for holes of light. i had to rip out those feathers. they always grow back in one moth max.

i finaly finished taking out one final feather and looking over it. i fished out my ink in my bag and dipped the feather in it. i looked at the feather satisfied and began writing.

memory loss is an intresting topic its different from forgeting things every now and again. its forgeting experiences like you never did that. it dosnt slip your mind it erases itself from it. family, friends, places, expirences all forgoten in a moment... just gone.

i heard a fimaliar beeping noise hearing that times up. i got up giving my wings one last stretch before tucking them into my back and puting my shirt over my head. i turned off the alarm clock.

walking to the window i opened it up, it felt so good, the cold air hitting my skin looking at the lights outside. they're so pretty the way they flashed and flickered. my wings tugging at the sides of my shirt at the thought of flying above it, seeing those lights in another way. no dont be stupid. you dont even know how to fly my wings tucked themselfes back into my shirt almost in shame for imagining flying. like they knew they wouldnt be anything more than decoration, i tried to actualy use my wings once...

it didnt end well.

my thoughts were inturupted when a crow landed on my windowsill holding a letter in its beak. it droped the letter infront of me so i picked it up. "thanks" i said reading the envelope.

to: y/n l/n

from: philza minecraft

philza? i know that name but where did i hear it from? i opened the letter carefully and read it

dear y/n,

hello, my name is phil. i've heard good things about you and hope i can meet you in person soon

my reading was cut off by a knock at my door i sighed. "one minute!" i called quickly sweeping my feathers to the side, throwing on a hoodie so i looked somewhat presentable, still in my pajama pants i opened the door.

Papa looked worried and upset. He was fidgeting with his rings, that means he was nervous, and the sadness written all over his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked a little scared about what might happen. He looked at me, I could hear the pain in his voice.

"Hey umm... Y/n, you know there has been a lot going on at home.

"Yeah?" I said the suspicion not leaving my voice.

"And with the whole egg incident and all... Uhh..."

I was mad he wouldn't just tell me the truth but I kept my voice calm so I wouldn't scare him. "What is it? Please just tell me what's going on."

Papa was holding back tears, he held my hand. "Y/n, I love you so much. But sap Karl and I keep fighting. I know you hate it when we fight." He took a shaky breath, he was really trying. "But we're fighting so much and we're dragging you into it." The tears began to fall from his eyes. "And we have to work out our own problems if we're going to be able to, y'know."

"Raise a kid?" I asked

Papa's voice cracked "yeah... Y/n I love you too much to drag you into this rabbit hole. So for the next two weeks you'll be staying at Phil's."

"Let me get some stuff and I'll be right there" I said

"Okay, I'm ready when you are." He left and closed the door.

I laid down on the bed and began to cry. Thoughts filled my head.