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

// chapter sixteen : ruby ziosite //

" ruby ziosite // empathy , head and heart . "

trigger warnings : cursing, yelling, obsessive behavior, abuse, violence, blood, fighting, concussions, drugging, s/h, descriptions of death

( phlimza )

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third person pov

Technoblade had to intervene so Philza wouldn't strangle or beat Y/n to death. There were feathers stabbed into their chest and neck, reaching up shallowly into their cheeks.

Philza had his hands around their throat, slamming them against the ground as they gagged and kicked at him. Their screams of pain went unheard, even when their head began to bleed and their body was unmoving.

Techno physically dragged Philza out of the room and locked him out, the teen in a concussed state as they lay on the ground, twitching in their own blood. The pinkette threw his adoptive father against the wall, punching some sense into him.

The blonde caught his second swing, confused for a moment before remembering what he had been doing. It was a blinded rage, hands on his mouth.

"Are- Are they okay?"

The man looked at his son, the blood hero's brows knitted angrily. Phil's wings were in disarray because of Y/n's calloused hands tearing at them and yanking out the sharp feathers.

"Okay? Are they OKAY? You just beat them half to death, Philza! What the hell do you think?!"

He shouted at him, storming off to the hospital wing to visit his brother. Philza stood in the hallway, walking to the next room over and opening the door.

The blonde boy sat shaking in the corner, the soundproofed rooms doing nothing to mute their screams.

"Tommy.."

Tommy only shook his head with a quivering sob. He hadn't spoken a word to him, terrified of what he had just done to Y/n. He didn't know what he had done to them but only knew it was painful.

Philza's distressed state scared him even more, Tommy letting out a shrill scream as Philza grabbed him by the arms. He began to kick and flail, sobbing out curses while he pleaded with the man to let him go.

He pulled out a needle, Tommy biting him and tearing at him. He had a fear of needles due to how many times they used them on him to knock him out.

Philza fought against him, jabbing him in the neck with it as he pulled it out and stabbed the man's arm multiple times with the emptied needle. His movement grew sluggish, collapsing onto his green and black robes.

He unchained him, dragging him into Y/n's room. He decided they'd share a cell, although he'd have to have Techno caring for Y/n's multiple injuries since he didn't trust them to be in the hospital wing with Wilbur.

He chained Tommy back up, although not strapped to the wall like Y/n was. They were being suffocated by one around their neck, the blonde sitting the concussed Beloved sibling up before leaving the room to tend to his own wounds.

The door slammed shut, leaving both of them unattended as Y/n's concussion began to fuck them over even worse. Their breathing was labored and raspy, still having the feathers stabbed into them.

Philza's feathers had barbs on the end of them, making them a bitch to pull out. Plus he had a strong grip, so their throat would probably be sore and their neck bruised.

Tommy had multiple bruises from himself. He'd hit his arms on his legs or on the walls until he couldn't feel them, afraid of what he'd do to himself if he could use them. He ate the food, but it made him sick to eat too much.

Whenever Wilbur or Techno came into the room he'd just fucking shout at them, telling them how much he hates them. Technoblade wouldn't say anything, just leave him food and leave. Wilbur, on the other hand, would argue.

Techno had began to read to Y/n his favorite books, either through the speaker system or in person. He'd probably start doing that more often, since he'd be in there more.

Tommy was groaning, having been put on the bed by Phil. Y/n's chains were too tightly wound for them to stand up properly, the fight being unfair. They were slouched between the corner and the floor, feet calloused and bloody.

The blonde teen slowly sat up at the sound of someone opening the door, Techno walking in. Tommy didn't have the energy to ask where he was, getting off the bed and crawling over next to Y/n.

He barely let Techno get close, the man putting down the first aid items he needed to fix them up.

"Tommy, please. They're injured and Phil doesn't trust them to go to the hospital wing-"

"because phil did it, i heard fucking everything. you guys are demented."

He pulled the older closer to him, Y/n in Tommy's hold. Technoblade ignored him and got to work carefully taking out the feathers. It was tedious work, although Tommy knew he was helping them.

He constantly nitpicked and questioned what he was doing, growing afraid whenever they bled. The pinkette got done quickly, bandages around their torso and cheeks, and also their neck.

He left the room, leaving a few books for Y/n or Tommy to read. He stayed stuck to their side, humming softly. At one point he grabbed a book, the title reading;

''I have no mouth, and I must scream.''

He didn't know what it was about, but it caught his eye. He opened to the first few pages and began to just read, giving him a distraction from his and Y/n's depressing situation.

Technoblade was listening in, happy to hear Tommy. He loved that book, too. Y/n was still silent, but their breathing had went to normal.

He was restarting the page, frustrated that he stumbled over his words.

"Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported-hanging high above the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern."

Tommy continued, the first actual page of the book showing off a character's "dead" body.

The pinkette stayed in the computer room, listening to his younger brother read as Y/n shifted from time to time.

shift.

// 1052 words //