RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- a goat and that creep -

trigger warnings :: cursing, mentions of abuse, gore, blood, stalking, mentions of suicide, mentions of death, mentions of cannibalism, emetophobia/throwing up

( ⊑⟒'⌇ ⍙⏃⏁☊⊑⟟⋏☌. )

" what did you do [REDACTED]?!"

" i made him a snack. "

-——————————-

Y/n sat atop Quackity's roof, yawning as they stretched their legs. It was late at night, nearly 1 am. Their eyes grazed over Manburg, pausing at the sight of Tubbo looking around with a worried look. They climbed down, following after him.

"Wha- Um, hello..? Where have you been?"

The goat stammered, hooves digging into the dirt. Y/n crossed their arms, unmoved by his nervous stature. He had his hands infront of him, pulled to his chest as his eyes darted around.

"..where are you going?"

The question seemed to catch the boy off-guard, blinking away some of his nervousness.

"Im going.. somewhere?"

He spoke with little pride, Y/n letting out a little "hm" in response. They didn't know how to feel about Tubbo, but they did really want to trust him. They could see how dark his eyebags were, and the bruises on his hands that only multiplied by the day.

"can we talk? i swear im not mad or anything-"

"Yeah! I've wanted to talk for a bit but you sort of, um, disappeared.."

They smiled softly, offering a hand to the goat boy. He took it with a laugh, nearly tripping as they tugged him along.

"How far are we going"

"not too far, i've been down this path before."

They led him down that path, the winding path they felt they took eons ago, although only being a month or two. That path to that old willow tree and old flower field they woke up in that time ago. Their old willow.

They walked down hills, over fallen trees and berry bushes Y/n had to tug Tubbo away from.

"Hey, Y/n?"

"hmm?"

They both walked in sync, hooves clacking just the same.

"Im sorry."

The child swallowed hard, sucking back in tears as they stopped at the end of the forest. Tubbo positively glowed at the sight of the bees and flowers, and a newly built bench at the tree. It wasn't theirs.

This time Tubbo lead them, sitting them both down on the oak bench.

"do you ever just want to restart?"

"Every day."

The two hybrids sat under the hanging leaves and vines of the tree, Y/n closing their eyes and just taking everything in at once. This was what they wanted. They wanted home, they wanted family, they wanted peace.