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

// chapter seventeen : serpentine //

" serpentine // hidden mysteries , observation , instinct . "

trigger warnings : cursing, yelling, blood, violence, weapons

( i know im talking about i have no mouth and i must scream sm but its such a good book )

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third person pov

Technoblade fell asleep to Tommy's reading in the computer room, snoring quietly. Tommy was wide awake, talking to Y/n who could barely keep their eyes opened.

They let off a faint purple glow from their eyes, mouth clamped shut in pain. They had no idea where they were or what they were, but they were hurt.

Tommy didn't know what was wrong, thinking it was some of Phil's weird shit he did to them. What an asshole. Ruining peoples lives just because he was a little sad. Tommy continued to talk, walking around the room. He avoided the dried blood stains on the floors.

Y/n made a few clicking noises, standing up as much as they could. Tommy noticed they had grown significantly taller in this state, hunched over painfully. They yanked harshly on the chains a few times, breaking the metal in half. Then their neck and legs.

Tommy was terrified. That was literal metal chains they just broke. Their back contorted and unfolded in an unnatural and janky way, back popping a few times. They stared down at Tommy, now about 7'0 instead of 6'7. They made a noise that could have been his name, lending out tired hands to him.

He couldn't refuse. He was scared and tired, too. He fell into their arms, the young adult lifting him up to give him a proper hug. He yelped, wrapping himself around them tightly as to not fall from their loose grasp. They shuffled to the camera, easily tearing it out of the wall. They then went to the two way mirror, giving it a swift kick before breaking through to the next room itself.

Tommy kept the book.

At this point, Technoblade was waking up. He realized the main camera had gone out, but a few smaller ones still had the view of the room that didn't show the two captives. The man got up, scrambling out of the room and into the two-way mirrored room. Y/n was attempting to talk to Tommy, the boy letting out a loud scream at the sight of Techno.

"Y/n-", Tommy pleaded, "Y/N TELEPORT AWAY FOR FUCKS SAKE!"

They did not listen, walking out of the same door Techno came in through. The pinkette could see what looked to be a tail trailing behind them, so he grabbed for it. They let out a scream, yanking it out of his grasp and whipping around to look at him.

He had never seen them look this angry at him.

Their jaw was out of place, weird purple particles floating out as well as their eyes. They broke into a full sprint, the blonde in their arms digging his head into the crook of their neck with his eyes shut. They ran through winding halls and a path Technoblade knew well, running after them.

He was not fast enough.

They burst into the hospital wing, Wilbur jumping out of his nap in confusion. Y/n put down Tommy softly, giving him time to stand before facing the brunette. They weren't listening to the mental orders given to them, the original rage towards Wilbur winning over.

Their concussion didn't seem to affect them at the moment when they were in this state, grabbing a scalpel and walking to Wilbur. The man got up and began to walk away with them, Y/n being stopped from actually murdering him as they got yanked by the tail again.

Tommy was trying to get Technoblade off of Y/n, the man slinging an arm around their neck and pulling them to the ground, scalpel clattering to the ground as they screeched.

"WHY ARE THEY OUT TECHNO?!"

Wilbur was in shock, running over and holding Y/n down. They writhed under him, clawing at his back to get him off. Techno had them in a chokehold, ignoring their screams with a pained face. Tommy was yelling at them both, smacking the shit out of Wilbur with his cuffs and knocking him off.

Y/n reached their hands up, grabbing Techno's head and flipping him over onto the ground. He let out a loud grunt, landing on Wilbur as they both watched Y/n and Tommy sprint out.

Y/n picked up the blonde, running to the front doors and teleporting out at the last second. Sam shot at their leg as it left the cloud, a pained scream ringing out from outside.

Y/n tumbled out the teleportation spell, Tommy falling to the ground as the older hissed and screeched. Sam had managed to shoot through their calf, the black car parked infront of the building having seemingly nobody in it to react to the situation.

Well, actually someone did. He walked out of the drivers side door, easily opening the gates with eye recognition. He easily moved part of his mask for that. Tommy was near the point of tears again, trying to stop Y/n from bleeding out. The purple haze around them had dissipated and left them shrunken to their original height and with a bullet in their leg.

Dream picked them up over his shoulder, staring at Tommy. Tommy never got to meet any other heroes, easily following the masked hero. He knew following people into cars was a bad fucking think, but he was tired and scared. He'd probably be hurt or killed if he were caught again by Philza or his boys. Y/n was put in the passenger seat, chair leaned back to make it look like they were sleeping. Dream quickly fixed their leg as best as he could, beginning to drive as soon as Tommy put on his seatbelt.

"It's gonna be a long ride, get some sleep."

That was the only time Dream spoke that entire car-ride, or the only time anyone spoke in the car. Tommy sat behind Y/n, his hands on their arms to make sure they were okay. His mobility was limited, ankles and wrists still chained together. The chains that connected them were long enough for him to stretch his arms/legs at torso-width.

It was uncomfortable, hands constantly scratching against the metal and bruising the connecting parts. Y/n had the shackle parts on theirs and some chains from the parts they broke off, previously beging connected to the wall of their cell.

Dream was calm the entire 2 hour drive, humming softly from time to time. Tommy found his accent funny. Y/n couldn't respond.

dream.

// 1120 words //