RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- drunks and break-ins -

trigger warnings :: cursing, arguing, blood, mentions of obsessive behavior, fighting, mentions of alcohol, implied abus3, kidnapping, drugging, yelling

" are you happy? "

" i wish "

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I stared up at the blank ceiling, eyes unfocused in the early morning light. The air felt.. Heavy. Thick enough to even cut with a knife.

I sat up, head spinning as I clamped my eyes shut with little gray spots pulsing under my eyelids. My eyes flicked over to my door, faint talking outside.

I rolled my eyes, getting up with the help of the spear I had made and opened the door, the two people stopping. It was Tubbo and Quackity.

"Oh, you're awake, sick!"

Quackity smiled, prancing over and ruffling my hair. Yuck. I carefully peeled his hand off of my head, making sure he understood no more touching. Quackity wasn't a bad guy, I just didn't feel like being touched.

"Anywho, the president wants to talk to you- But can we talk for a se, first?"

Tubbo sighed, walking away. I leaned the spear against the wall, the man cheerily walking in. As soon as that door shut, his shoulders slumped and he let out a hard breath.

"Jesus christ, thank you-"

I blinked

"are you- like, okay..?"

"No! Schlatt has been watching me the entire day from his stupid fucking cabin!"

I sat down on my bed, the winged man sitting next to me as he loosened his tie. I didn't care, it looked uncomfortable as hell.

"hey, big q?"

"Yeah?"

"how many lives are you on?"

He turned to look at me, brows raised. I eyed the pale yellow wings folded behind him with brown-ish stains that smelled of bourbon.

"How do you even know about that stuff? Aren't you 12?"

"and? i already died once, it's no big deal-"

Quackity stared, sitting up.

"How? Like, recently?"

I nodded, legs crossed. At this point, I found it kind of funny that Wilbur had taken my first life.

"yeah, a few days ago- wilbur kinda stabbed me in the chest, nothing too bad."

I responded sarcastically, pulling down the collar of my shirt just enough for the purple scar to show. Quackity screamed, covering his eyes. Was the wound really that bad-

Oh- It was. It was a literal hole in my chest, being able to see the wall behind me through it.

"HE DID THAT?? WHAT THE FUCK?!"