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

// chapter fifteen : howlite //

" howlite // surrender , letting go of attachments . "

trigger warnings : cursing, yelling, obsessive behavior, somewhat s/h mentions(?), burns, corpses, decomposition mentions, death mentions, violence, weapons, blood

( the cover is y/n and wilbur badly made in picrew )

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third person pov

Y/n was lethargic and melancholy from then on.

They never spoke more than a few words at a time, the only responses they'd give being "yes", "no", and "maybe" to any of their captors.

Sometimes the microphones would catch their mumbling, usually being inconsistent and random like counting or humming. What stayed regular was them saying Ranboo and Tubbo's names, being somewhat a quiet cry for them to come back.

They still left Tubbo in the room, or what he used to be. The room smelled of death, but the attached bathroom gave them an escape from the haunting smell. They moved him onto their bed out of respect, sleeping on the floor.

They still had some empathy left in them, having short conversations with the workers and maids that delivered them food. They favorite was Antoinette, a fair woman in her 40's.

They'd thank her and ask her to make sure Ranboo ate if he was still there, and she simply agreed with a smile. She was only nice because she was being paid extra to deal with them.

They never ate, though. There was usually a cup of water that came with the freshly cooked food, of which they dipped their reddish-purple scarred fingers in to feel something other than sadness.

They ate a day or so after they got the food, and the cycle would repeat for the week and a half they had been there.

Technoblade had finally gotten sick of Wilbur's "Lesson", knocking on the door before walking in. Y/n was in the farthest corner from the door, sitting hunched with their knees at their chest. Techno had a bundle of clothes in his arms, putting it at the foot of the bed.

"Just n'extra change, you gotta shower one of these days. They didn't put cameras in your bathroom, Phil isn't a creep creep."

He casually spoke, wrapping the blood-stained blanket around Tubbo and carefully picking the wrapped up corpse in his arms.

"what are you going to do with him?"

The pinkette raised his brows, turning to look at them. This was the most they had spoken since the incident. He was trying not to break any bones on the dead boy's body.

"Uh.. I can't tell you that, sorry."

"if you cremate him,"

They agonized, voice hoarse and brittle from not speaking fully to anybody.

"put his ashes in something and give it to ranboo. he deserves to be happy."

Techno's brows furrowed, the man frowning. God, he felt so bad. He could hear their voice cracking under the pressure of their words, Y/n looking up at him.