RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- weird music and loud singing -

trigger warnings :: cursing, yelling

" i miss [redacted] "

" don't we all? "

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It was so dark, so cold. My eyes were burning, mouth dry. I pulled my sweater tighter to my body, legs curling up to my chest-

oh god. please don't tell me im back there. My eyes slammed open, eyes not meeting dark cobblestone but wooden walls.

I could feel my eyes water slightly, blinking away the tears as I sat up, a cup of what looked to be juice ok the table next to me. I chugged it down, putting the cup down quietly in fear of who else was in the house.

What if it was where Wilbur was? I shook my head, attempting to stand up as my legs wobbled like a baby deer's.

I cursed under my breath. holding onto the table until I could walk. I took a look around. Didn't seem to be his, this one was Dark Oak while his was just normal oak.

So then that brings up the question- who's house is it?

I could hear music from downstairs, although it wasn't anything I had ever heard. Some people were singing, multiple.

I began to make my way downstairs, another more prominent voice becoming louder as I approached. I sighed quietly with relief, they sounded nothing like Wilbur.

Ugh. Even thinking of his name made me want to gag.

I peered into the room, eyes widening. Three men, in what I assumed to be the kitchen cooking

"NOW THAT INTERSTATE IS PAAVEDDD WITH MEEMORRIIESSS!"

They all laughed loudly, rocking from side to side and jumping around as they continued to sing.

The kitchen itself was so strangely decorated too-

There were mob heads and jewels on shelves, an encased bug in glass simply named 'dweam'.

One of them was wearing full hunting gear, another wearing a white sweater with a black one under it..

And there was one more. Blue shirt, red cape on his back, and those boots. George.

He'd go to the meadows often, he was always sleeping though. I always wondered why he went there of all places to sleep, though.

Sometimes id look in his stuff when I was bored, since he'd be sleeping for hours on end, and found out his name was indeed 'George'.

I realized, these were also the men that took him back home. Id always hide from them in fear they'd turn me into their dinner, and whatever people usually do with hybrids.

"..hello?"

They all screamed, letting out loud "WAAH!" sounds, jumping so high that one of their heads even hit the ceiling.

They all whipped around,

"Holy shit.. OH! You're awake, alright cool-"

The masked one sighed, hand clutching his chest. He quickly patted down his sweater, walking over and crouching down to my height, making me frown. I hated people treating me like im a toddler.

I roll my eyes, pushing him back up by the chin like I did with Tommy. The ravenette laughed, smacking the blonde on the back of the head.

"No need to baby them!"

The man grinned at me, waving with his other hand as George walked over, rubbing one of his eyes tiredly.

His eyes widened a little bit, pulling down his glasses down to his nose.

"Oh, so it is you."

"You know them, George?"

The masked guy turned to me, and then him. He nodded a few times, pushing back up the glasses. I smiled at him, the two other men having a look of confusion on their faces.

"I wasn't always asleep, you know. You still have my potions, right?"

I stared for a moment, knowing i stashed them away in a chest under the tree he was always by.

I nodded.

"mmhm."

He raised his brows, unsurprised. He laid down on the couch, and probably fell asleep.

"Anyways- Im Dream and this is Sapnap."

'Sapnap' smiled at me, ruffling my hair as I looked back at Dream, the mask on his face making it hard for me to tell his emotions.

I pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, surprising Sapnap as I hesitated to put a hand on his mask.

I didn't even get time to ask before he lifted it up himself, neon green eyes meeting me with a smile.

I took the mask off of his head, turning it over in my hands as the ravenette pulled Dream up and began talking to him.

Maybe I'd repair the mask, or something. They did help me out, after all. I handed it back to him, giving him a small smile as he put it on and got back to his conversation.

I decided that that was enough talking for me, going back to the room I woke up in and turning on the lights. I was still slightly unsettled by the look Dream gave me.

He was giving me those weird eyes Wilbur did before.. before that. I sat on the bed, head in my hands. Why did he even do that?

He never told me why. We could have been friends. we could have been friends.

I sucked in a breath, the usual tears burning at my eyes. Why did it hurt me so much to cry? Why don't I let myself?

please, why cant things go back to normal. before tommy, before wilbur, before everyone. i just want to go home.

I hiccuped into my hands, trying not to cry loudly. i've already inconvenienced the men enough, i didn't need them dealing with my problems.

I could hear knocking on the door, making me pause before more hiccuping and crying ensued.

It opened, revealing Dream. He didn't say anything, he just shut the door and sat next to me on the bed. I shook my head, turning away from him as he wrapped his arms around me.

For once, I didn't pull away from someone's hug. I wanted to feel like I was safe, but I knew I wasn't. i just wanted someone to tell me i'd be okay, that everything would go back to normal.

maybe it was all a bad dream.

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