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

// chapter six : labradorite //

" labradorite // intuition , psychic abilities , journeying . "

trigger warnings : cursing, injuries, blood, body horror/gore, mentions of drowning

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third person pov

Philza eyed the hospital room door, peering into the window in the door. Y/n was asleep in the chair next to Tommy's bed, the blonde also asleep.

He locked the door from the outside, smiling. At least those two were getting along- Tommy did a good job getting them here. Wilbur screeched from somewhere in the building, Techno's laughter ringing out after as something clattered down the stairs.

Wilbur rolled down from the stairwell, landing face-first infront of Phil. The winged man nudged the brunette with his foot, Wilbur sitting up with a bruised nose. Unsurprisingly, it began gushing blood.

"Aren't you and Technoblade supposed to be working?"

He questioned, Wilbur standing up with the help of his father. The man was shaking, obviously fucked up from being pushed down the stairs by Techno.

Speaking of him, he walked down the stairs casually, waving with a grin as he walked past the two. Well, tried to. Wilbur inched his leg out, almost tripping him and then booking it back up the stairs to get ready for work.

Techno just continued down the hall, his cup of coffee unspilled.

Philza sighed, watching the two men run off like children. He turned to look at his kids, both stirring awake at the noise outside.

He made sure the door was locked, leaving them to talk.

first person pov

I stretched out long arms and legs, yawning into the chair pillow as I sat up. My back ached, the uncomfortable position I was sitting in making me stiff. I looked over at Tommy, the boy already wide awake and writing away in what I assumed to be a journal.

He didn't know I was awake yet, apparently. I stretched out my back, the noise of it popping into place comfortably ringing out through the large and empty hospital room, making him turn around.

He shut the notebook, waving at me. He still looked bedridden, but much more energetic than yesterday. I eyed the lock of white hair in the front of his puff of blonde hair. I smiled, realizing we sort of matched.

As of now, I only really felt like talking to Tommy and Technoblade.

"Man, did you sleep here? You look like shit."

Tommy laughed, sitting up as he smacked a piece of hair out of my eyes, nearly hitting me in the eyes as I flinched back. He smiled, kicking his blanket off with a squeak as he held onto his side.

Right- Stab wound-

"they treat your wound okay? did they use the right stuff?"

He shrugged, legs dangling off of the edge of the bed next to me as I stood up from the uncomfortable chair, legs almost failing on me as I stretched.