CHRISTMAS KIDS - YANDERE ! DSMP SUPERHERO AU + TEEN ! READER

// chapter three : unakite //

" unakite // releasing toxicity , healing the body , perseverance. "

trigger warnings : cursing, yelling, injuries, blood, kidnapping, knives

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first person pov

Tommy and I watched in mild horror as the door began to rattle, loud bangs ringing out through the room. I grabbed his arm, pulling him off of the couch as he held in a pained screech.

I ran from the living room, taking us both to the balcony all the way across the apartment from the front door.

"climb down, and start fucking running. ill catch up later-"

I pushed down the ladder that led down to ground level, Tommy looking scared out of his fucking mind. Obviously, he would be in a lot of pain but it would be better than dying.

"What about you? You'll fucking die, I don't even know who's at the door!"

He panic-whispered, concern lacing his features as the banging got louder. It was multiple people.

"im gonna be fine, now get the fuck out of here."

He nodded hastily, but he didn't climb down the ladder.

I watched him jump down, a pair of small white wings breaking his fall and making him basically float.

I waited for him to begin running before I ran to my own room, searching my desk drawers and pulling out a knife.

Well, a combat knife specifically. I took off the cover, nearly yelling when I heard something loudly clatter to the floor-

It was our fucking door.

"Heeeelloooo? Anyone homee?"

A voice rang out through the hall. I closed my door as quietly as possible, climbing into my bed and hiding the knife under my pillow as two pairs of footsteps began to get louder.

I shut my eyes, trying to make it look like I was asleep.

My door creaked open, one of the people talking quietly. It was weird that I could only hear one voice, though.

"Uh.. Callahan, that isn't Tommy- is it?"

..Callahan?

I sucked in a small breath, both of the people stopping. One of them walked over, looming over me. I prayed I wouldn't have to use the knife.

"Might as well, Phil wont be too happy if we leave people here anyways."

He sighed quietly. My eyes snapped open as something went to hit my head, quickly reaching for the knife and slashing at his hand.

He backed away, groaning as I got up. He had only hit it a bit, but damn that still hurt- I faced the two, furrowing my brows in confusion.

The one standing at the door was in a reindeer onesie, a mask over his face and actual antlers protruding from his head. Callahan.