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

// chapter seven : amethyst //

" amethyst // protection , cleansing , intuition . "

trigger warnings : cursing, injuries, blood, body horror/gore, needles, mentions of memory loss, mentions of manipulation

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third person pov

Philza sat next to the hospital bed, eyes full of tears.

Y/n wasn't waking up. They had dove into the water to save Tommy, but-

But the water.

The burns and holes in their body were fresh, only now being patched up from being left to bleed out for who knows how long. It was Tommy who brought them to the hospital wing, actually.

Y/n turned on their side, back facing the blonde man as he cried into his hands. They had teleported away because of him- This was his fault.

Tommy, on the other hand, was in his room. Not willingly- But locked in. He was trying to open his window in a desperate attempt to at least leave, already knowing they were bolted shut and had bulletproof glass panes.

Wilbur and Technoblade had already left to go work, unknowing of what happened to their siblings. Philza had stayed in the hospital room all day, hoping they'd get up soon.

They were already awake, just avoiding talking to him. Everything hurt much less than before, but maybe that's just because they were pumping pain medication through their iv.

Philza sniffled, hand stroking their hair as they froze.

They wanted to yell at him. His tear-stained hands burnt their skin, the teen recoiling in pain.

'Get your dirty fucking hands off of me'

Even with the millions of angry thoughts clouding their mind, the man got up, checking to see if they were awake as they quickly closed their eyes before leaving the room.

As soon as he fully left, as in gone and down the hall, Y/n sat up with a dizzying headstart. Gray and colorful spots popped into their vision, the teen slamming their eyes shut as they pit their hands on their head, the sick feeling of teleportation taking them over once more.

Tommy screamed, nearly kicking them off of his bed as they yelped. They held up their burnt arms in some sort of defense as he lowered his legs

"Holy shit, it's just you- Give me a warning next time, yeah?"

He heaved, hand clutching the thick cyan sweater he was wearing. Y/n nodded, eying his bruised hands and knuckles and the little spots of splattered blood on the window panes.

"have.. have you been punching your windows, tommy?"

"What? Nooo, what makes you think that?"

He laughed sarcastically, hands scrunched into painful fists as he put his hands in his lap. God, he was an awful liar. They carefully took his hands in their rough palms, looking at him, unamused.