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

// chapter twenty one : citrine //

" citrine // staying in the moment , practice mindfulness "

trigger warnings : cursing, blood, injuries, weapons, manipulation, burns/scars, torture, yelling, corpses/death descriptions, body horror, mutilation

( shoutout to my cousin who helped me plan out what happens in this chapter/is my proofreader for today

also, PLEASE READ THOSE WARNINGS. THIS CHAPTER IS BAD.)

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third person pov

Wilbur jauntily walked into the cabin, Tommy holding his hands with tears streaming down the blonde's face as Phil carried Y/n in his tired arms. His ebony wings behind him fluttered a bit, his covered excitement hidden poorly. Wilbur handed Tommy to Philza, snatching the older teen and going to his room with the slam of a door.

As soon as he shut the door, he dropped the teen on his desk chair and got out a length of chains and two pairs of handcuffs. Soon enough, he had them entirely tied to the chair without the ability to move, unless they teleported away. So he put a blindfold on them.

The brunette dug through his desk drawers, pulling out a bottle or two of nail polish. Might as well do something fun for himself, yeah? His first layer of nail polish was already chipped anyways, and the blood under his nails didn't help. Bad's blood was awfully glittery.

Although he and Phil still did smell of dead dog. Wilbur was actually against the idea of shooting the dog, but Phil was in a blinded rage and his son didn't want to be a part of it. Poor thing.

He did find the thought of the Dream Team finding the dead bodies in their base quite funny. He made sure to leave a worrying note, framing it to be Y/n and Tommy escaping. The deaths? Blamed on Bad going crazy. It was believable enough, Wilbur would go crazy for Y/n and Tommy too.

He basically already was.

He put the nail polish on his desk for once they had woken up, picking up a book lent to him by a friend. Something about trolls and the end of the world, which he found confusing to read. He could hear Y/n groaning, letting out small whines as they sunk into the chair. He leaned back on his bed, a smile growing on his face.

The teen awoke with a blind start- quite literally. The thin cloth covering their eyes made them yelp, wanting to move their hands up to pull it off. Although their hands were tied down, immobilized by what they assumed were handcuffs. They heard the rustling of blankets, and a hand on their shoulder. Gloved hands.

"It's been a while, hasn't it? Oh, I've been so excited to have you back home! This is going to be wonderful, trust me! I wouldn't want you to ruin it, so I had to take some extra precautions, but you'll understand!"

Y/n began to cry. His hands reached up and wiped their tears from their cheeks with his rough sleeve, a stifled laugh vibrating from the depths of his chest.

"Well don't be so gloomy, you've only just ar-"

"IT'S BECAUSE YOU'RE FUCKING INSANE! IM NOT GLOOMY, YOU KIDNAPPED ME AND TOMMY AND ACT LIKE IM SUPPOSED TO LOVE YOU LIKE IT'S STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!"

They shouted at him, losing their patience and shouting at him so loud he flinched back. He simply laughed.

"You're being overdramatic, we SAVED you from them! They were keeping you away from your family, Y/n! That's what ive been trying to say!"

He sighed, resting his hands on their shoulders.

"Don't make me do something you'll regret."

They would've glared if they didn't have a blindfold, sinking into the chair slightly. They felt his tensed fingers loosen, Wilbur grabbing a f/c bottle of nail polish and beginning to paint the nails on their scarred hands.

They felt themself began to cry again, but no hand reached up to wipe their tears.

"Techno would never stop talking, I'm glad Phil finally shut him up. Honestly, he didn't even need those tusks! I found them a nuisance."

A pang of guilt hit them like a cold slap to the face, beginning to sob harder as Wilbur finished up.

"You should be glad we got to you first! Dream can't keep a damn thought to himself and Jester is a creep!"

He continued to talk horribly of his own coworkers, the sound of the door opening making Y/n flinch, Wilbur turning to look at his father.

He laughed at their current situation, and left the room like a prick.

Philza was currently sat on his bed, in everyday clothes as he repaired his hero outfit. The sleeves and neck of the large capeish-robe were torn and stained from his fight with Y/n, his wings still healing.

He casually ignored the terrified sobs and screams erupting from above him, the man putting a vinyl on his music player to drown out the noise. He found it just a tad bit distracting.

Wilbur's torture ensued.

Wilbur had decided to let them off the hook, letting himself rest to let them talk. They let out a long string of curses and odd insults directed at him, a hand going up to caress their face.

They bit him.

Wilbur snatched away his hand with a hiss, kicking his desk. He snatched his full water bottle, dumping half of it on their lower legs.

The teen let out a guttural scream, thrashing violently in the chair as their legs began to scar and melt.

"I warned you."

He dumped the rest on their arms, the teen screaming as the once clean chains wrapped around them became stained with the crimson and violet blood they let out. They were forced to realize the reality they were in.

Wilbur calmly laid back down, continuing to read as they thrashed and sobbed.

Phil had other plans, rough hands unlocking the basement door and walking down the steep stairs, all the way down to the sub-level under the house they remained in.

"How's it going down here, Ender?"

He spoke with a sinisterly sweet smile, Ranboo curled up on the floor. His arms and neck were chained to the floor, feet in a tub of water.

Well, where his feet would have been.

Phil yanked his legs out, Ranboo letting out a cry of pain. The unnatural cold of the cell hit his legs, making him curl up tighter.

Phil put rags around Ranboo's feet, putting them on a pillow.

"Got some good news for you!"

He went on with a painful pause between, Ranboo listening.

"We've got your sibling here, since you wanted them so badly!"

Ranboo just began to cry. Cry because he was suffering enough. He had grown to resent everyone he knew, almost forgetting his sibling at points.

Philza laughed.

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