three dads (karlnapity reader insert)

14

Y/n pov
thoughts swirled in my head as i cried quietly.

I felt angry and afraid. I had to sort through my emotions. There were too many to describe anger, guilt, sadness, everything.

eventually, I grabbed the bandana I stole from dad, a watch I snatched from father, and my beanie. I placed the beanie on my head, tying the bandana on a slant to cover my now lost eye, and placing the watch on my wrist.

I heard it was cold where I was going so I put on some sweatpants, a tank top, and a hoodie over the tank top. I looked at myself in the mirror.

I grabbed my duffle bag full of books, my quill, a pot of ink, some clothes, my crossbow, 64 arrows, and my notebook. I slung it over my shoulder and walked out of my room.

I decided to take the stairs so I could calm down a little bit more. I hummed a song that ghostbur taught me. I continued until I could see the floor, then I stopped humming nothing but footsteps. I got to the bottom of the stairs still dead quiet.

An older man closed the book he was reading and stood up "it's wonderful to see you. My name is Philza Minecraft." That's where I knew that name. Without thinking I blurted out "you're the guy who killed Wilbur!" Phil's caring, and fatherly look didn't leave his face

I realized what I had said "oh my god I am so sorry I don't know what happened I just-" my apologies were interrupted

 "it's okay mate," Phil said kindly. an understanding and sympathetic face not leaving him. "are you ready to go now?" I nodded 

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I walked behind Phil writing in my journal about my thoughts and feelings when I heard footsteps of something not human. I swiftly closed my book dropping it in the snow its plastic binding protecting the pages.

I grabbed my sword ready to kill anything. I saw a green creature with rotting skin Walking towards me. I held my sword tighter till my knuckles turned white. My mind became clouded with nothing but thoughts of death and gore. I felt the energy flow through my veins as I stepped forward.

I felt an arrow Peirce on my shoulder realizing it was a skeleton. My excitement only grew I kept forward forgetting Phil was even there. Slicing the zombie's head clean off its shoulders. I turned to the right where the skeleton was. It let another arrow fly but I dodged it

I didn't want to ruin my hoodie so I took it off leaving me in my tank top. I felt cold but it didn't matter to me, the adrenaline kept me warm.  I let go of my thoughts and sanity, allowing my wings to rip through my tank top. Every feather felt free. I felt lighter than air and the world around me faded away. It was just me and that skeleton I ran as fast as I could go ramming myself into the skeleton. 

I grabbed its bow from its hand, throwing it behind me, my knee bent into the back of its rib cage. I grabbed one of the bones of the skeleton, snapping one bone at a time. My mind felt like it wasn't mine. Once it was dead I collected the bones and went to pick up my hoodie, realizing just how cold I was. I noticed it was damp. But I just put it on, my wings comfortably tucked into my hoodie. 

I went to grab my journal. Before I could pick it back up, Phil handed it to me. Phil my brain panicked, not because I mauled a skeleton but because of my wings. I rushed to apologize for my wings. " i-I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I-i" I felt my legs lose their ability to stand. I was on the verge of tears. "I'm sorry..." I was in an absolute panic. My body felt so weak. I was barely able to support my weight. My wings moved from their comfortable position to cramming themselves into my back. My legs gave out making me kneel in the snow as my mind could barely process what was going on.

Phil crouched down to my level holding out his hand. His fatherly smile calmed me only a little bit. His voice filled with concern and caring.

"You're okay" I let the tears I was holding back fall down my face. I looked at Phil, wrapping myself in a hug.