RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- baking bread and loving looks -

trigger warnings :: cursing, arguing, blood, d3ath/d3ath descriptions, emetophobia warning

" i'd kill for you "

" kill me next "

(a little sketch i did of y/n for this chapter's cover)

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Everything was so bright, hands clutching onto some sort of fabric. My entire body was shivering, making me curl up into a ball.

I was on cold, metal floors. I sat up, looking around. I was in a room that I recognized from the van.

I got up, eyeing the fabric i had been holding onto. I threw it on the ground, realizing it was Wilbur's jacket.

Which was, unsurprisingly, stained with blood.

I carefully stepped out of the room, making sure he wasn't there.

I huffed out a sigh, walking around. There was blood on the floor, not easing my mind at all. It was leading to the front door and outside.

"Oh, of course! Let's follow the obviously suspicious blood trail!"

fuck no, absolutely not.

I turned straight around, towards the back door and opening it. It swung open, the hinges unusually loose. I stepped out, looking around. It was already dark outside.

I sighed softly, walking towards Tommy's house. I paused.

Oh. What Wilbur said yesterday.

I turned around, and booked it to the fucking exit. Im not staying here longer than needed.

Dream and the others already left. Fucking hell, does anybody really even care? I know I sound super self centered but everyone teats Wilbur like he's some saint!

I ran over to where their horses were, pausing.

I gagged in horror, falling back on my heels and scooting away from the animal's corpses. It reeked of death, the smell of rot and blood seeping into my nose and making my eyes water.

Well, apparently they weren't gone then.

I scrambled up, carefully walking back inside of the gates. I could hear arguing somewhere nearby, making me want to cry. It was probably him.

I eyed the bakery where Niki supposedly was, from what Tommy said. I quietly went over, opening the door and walking in with a small 'huff'.

There was quiet talking going on inside. I nearly screamed. It was the fox that was with Wilbur. My fucking god, could this get any worse?

I hid behind one of the booths, listening as he finally bid the woman goodbye and walked out. I peered out of the booth, Niki leaning against the counter with her head in her hands.

"..excuse me?"

I asked quietly. She yelped, whipping around from her spot. She had some flour on her cheeks, eyes widening as soon as she saw me.