RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- sad men and tyranny -

trigger warnings :: cursing, mentions of abuse, alcohol, emetophobia/throwing up mentions

( ive recently become uncomfortable with the alcohol drinking i mentioned y/n doing and will be cutting it off due to personal reasons. thank you for understandin! )

" my throat burns "

" just let me help "

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Tommy held their hair back, the 13 year old hunched over a lava pit. Their stomach rejected the previously ingested alcohol, although Tommy was happy to help once they were feeling sick. That got the thought of drinking out of their mind, hopefully for good.

He pat their back, having a few cups full of water for once they felt better next to him. Their elbows nearly buckled under them, him having to hold them up from under their arms. They were deeper into the ravine, a very obvious stairway entrance near the exit.

The sound of boots hitting the stone didn't make Tommy falter, already knowing it was Wilbur due to how hard the person limped down into the cave system they were in. After they ransacked Technoblade's farm, they decided to go mining.

Tommy loved cobblestone, so mining gave him a reason to get the things he liked and the things they needed. Y/n just wanted to be distracted from their situation. They were supposed to be back in Manburg by now.

"Y/n? Tommy?"

Wilbur called out into the room they were in, staring down the moobloom with their head in Tommy's lap, curled around themself in pain. Tommy could almost see the veins popping from his forehead.

Tommy ignored him for once, looking down at them. They were nearly asleep.

"Sorry, busy at the moment Wil."

He picked them up, walking straight past the brunette. Wilbur was too weak at the moment to do anything to him, kicking the wall in frustration and hissing in pain once his body registered what he did.

Tommy was taking them to his room, humming the tune to Mellohi. He'd like to listen to it with Y/n someday on his bench back at home. He wished they met under better circumstances.

He found out about their drinking soon after they began feeling sick, not wanting them to feel guilty and acting ignorant. They both understood their situations and chose not to talk of it unless it was right in-front of them. He took a small bottle of alcohol they had in their pocket and threw it in the lava, too.

Fuck you, Schlatt.

He put them down on his bed, stretching his back with a sigh. He would most likely stay there until they woke up, but Niki had a "better" idea.

"How will dropping them off infront of L'manburg do any good?! That'll just put Y/n in more danger, Niki!"

Tommy whisper-shouted, Niki herself trying to explain.

"Tommy- Tommy listen to me! Schlatt and Quackity will tear everything down to find them, okay? And if that happens, Pogtopia will be destroyed!"

The blonde stared at her, brows knitted together to form a scowl.

"Niki, they were drinking! D'you think being back with Schlatt would fucking help?"

"Yes, because Quackity and Schlatt wont kill them again like how Wilbur did!"

They both stared at eachother, Tommy standing next to Y/n and Niki at the door. They were both unsure if they were even right in their decisions, Niki thinking she knew what would be best for them. Tommy didn't want them to get hurt again.

Soon enough, Niki was back on her way to Manburg on a horse, Y/n infront of her still asleep. She knew it would be hard to keep them on, but she'd do anything for this kid. She rode for not that long, dropping them off in the middle of the night infront of Quackity's place and riding off before she could be noticed.

She gave a few swift knocks at the door, riding off back to Wilbur and Tommy before the front door could open. Quackity looked around, his foot nearly hitting the kid as he let out a scared squeal.

It look him a moment to realize who was laying at his doorstep, picking them up and bringing them inside and shutting the door with his foot. He knew he was in for a fucking mouthful from Schlatt tomorrow once he found out Y/n was back, the ravenette already having to lock himself in his home due to a bottle being thrown at him.

He was scared the same would happen to Y/n.

He brought them up to his room, carefully putting them on his bed and covering them with a blanket so they could sleep comfortably. He paced around the carpeted room, panic settling in. He didn't know where they had been for the past two days, and he doubted that they'd tell him.

Quackity finally got tired of stressing, kicking off his slippers and tossing off his beanie as he laid down next to Y/n, falling asleep quickly. He was so scared of the future, but now he didn't have time to think of himself in the present.

He was shaking more now, drifting away from his husband. He'd have to take longer in showers to detangle glass from his hair and the sticky alcohol from his wings. He hated it, he hated it so fucking much. At times he wondered what he did wrong for this to happen.

But then Schlatt would do something nice for him, like get him a new beanie that fit perfectly or say nice things, and he'd reconsider his angry thoughts. He felt like a bad husband for doubting him.

Quackity just wished he could feel happy without feeling guilty. Y/n made him happy, and he didn't know much about them besides the bad things that had happened to them. They acted secluded most of the time, but he felt like he could talk to them for hours without getting bored.

He couldn't do that with a lot of people.

He liked being loud, he liked to joke with people, but he couldn't do that when he's not even allowed to speak besides important things or things that make Schlatt look good in the light of the public.

Quackity regrets.

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