RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- hidden treat and that pissed off kid -

trigger warnings :: cursing, alcohol, blood, stalking, mentions of death, manipulation, paranoia, yelling, cannibalism

( i wrote this while listening to cats on mars on loop, also hi thats me on the cover lol revivebur makeup )

" i swear- "

" dont waste my fucking time. "

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Schlatt stared at the two, realizing how shaken up they were.

"What th'fuck you two staring at me like that for, huh?"

He seemed a bit tipsy, which made them both nervous. Y/n had their head hung, looking down at their hooves with a terrified expression. They just wanted to be left alone without Wilbur constantly watching them.

Tubbo was the first to speak.

"Wilbur- He broke in, he chased us, Schlatt!"

He stammered, holding their hand tighter. Schlatt laughed, taking another drink from his bottle. In all honesty, Schlatt could easily sock Wilbur and get him on the ground, as he did seem to work out. But he spent all that energy on his position as president and his booze.

"Bullshit. Fundy would've shot him out."

"That's the problem! He fucking killed him!"

The ram scoffed, going over to them. Y/n flinched when he rose his hand to lift their head up.

"How am i supposed to believe that shit? Honestly, Turbo, stop joking around. It's late."

"It's Tubb- Ugh, nevermind. We do have proof, right Y/n?"

They nodded profusely, grabbing Schlatt's arm in their free hand and bringing them both to the abandoned bakery. They both knew they'd see that heresy Wilbur called a pie on the counter, and Schlatt would lose his shit-

...

There was nothing there.

It was gone. The pie was gone.

Tubbo and Y/n both froze, eyes wide. Schlatt pulled his arm away, crossing them. The counter had nothing on it, and the door didn't even show a sign of the struggle put up.

"Don't joke about that shit. This is serious."

"But- But it was right there-"

Y/n trailed off as Schlatt sighed and walked away, his hands balled into fists. Tubbo blinked a few times, letting go of their hand. Y/n was just.. staring. They were in honest disbelief. The cow looked up at Tubbo, the boy slowly stepping away.

"tubbo you.. it was there, wasn't it? we both saw it-"

"Im.. I have to go, I have.. I have to go, Y/n."

He broke into a full run, out of Manburg and out of Y/n's view. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? What was Wilbur trying to pull here?