three dads (karlnapity reader insert)

19

Y/n pov

I walked into the guest room the cat following right behind me. It looked around the room before jumping onto the bed.

I laughed at the cat curled up in the middle of the bed "I guess it's yours now." I said sitting on the floor.

I was with Michael so long I didn't notice the time. It was dark out, I would have to guess somewhere around 9 pm. That would be just enough time, I looked through my bag. In it lay things I held dear.

A photo album in the pocket next to the main bag.

A quill in the main bag, accompanied by a journal, a notebook, a pot of ink, and 2 books.

I took out the things in the main bag setting them on the floor. The cat looked up from it's little ball and jumped onto the floor, sitting next to me.

I pulled out my photo album, staring at the cover, the cat put it's paw on the album, like it wanted me to show it the album.

"You wanna see my photo album?" I asked looking at the cat. The cat looked back at me, and then to the album. "Alright." I said opening the album.

I looked at the first page of pictures. "This is from when we went to the park." I laughed remembering that day.   "I had to stop dad from setting the trees on fire." I said looking at a picture of me running to dad, you could see the fear in my face, even though I was blurry.

I looked at the next picture, my smile disappeared. A parrot was on my shoulder, a collar around his neck, the word Whopper written on the collar.

"That was my pet, Whopper, I got him when I was about 7, but he died about 1 year ago."

I put the photo album down, covering my mouth. I began coughing. It started out like a normal cough, but it was one that hurt my throat and lungs. it kept going till I could barely breathe. Eventually my body forced itself to stop so I could breathe again.

I looked down at my hands, in my palms were blood, and thorns. Red thorns...
I reached into my bag, scrambling to find a mirror, I realized I didn't put a mirror in my bag.

I felt myself getting lightheaded, my mind filled with panic. I was afraid of waking anyone up. so I took off my hoodie, my wings going through the holes that were already torn in my tank top. I opened the window, stepping on the ledge and looking down. The drop seemed like about 10 feet down. I stretched my wings, and jumped out. I'd never been able to fly with them, but I could barely glide, and that was close enough.

I landed in the snow, getting up, before realizing I injured my hip, nothing else, I just scraped my hip. I hurt, really bad but I managed. I went to a frozen lake and sat down in the snow. I looked at my reflection.

I took off the bandana I was using as an eyepatch and looked at what the egg did.

Where my eye was a scar now lay, the scar a red color with vines growing underneath my skin "what the hell?" I said to myself.