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

// chapter twenty-two : tiger's eye //

" tiger's eye // willpower , warrior's spirit , self-motivation "

trigger warnings : cursing, blood, injuries, weapons, manipulation, torture, mutilation, body horror, suicide mentions

(ranboo and y/n in this book are def onceler fans.)

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third person pov

Wilbur hummed, pulling off the sleeping teen's blindfold. He kept his lights off, besides a desk-lamp, as to not wake them up. It was somewhere near 2 am, leaving the house silent besides shuffling in the attic. Wilbur had been tormenting Y/n for the past two days, both mentally and physically.

Phil never joined in, since he didn't care much. He had other things to tend to, both hero things and more sinister things. Wilbur was unaware of what had been happening to Tommy, but Wilbur did request for Ranboo's feet to be chained to the bottom of the water tub.

Y/n sunk in the chair, again having to be covered in bandages due to Wilbur's bullshit. They couldn't move much at the moment, but Tommy was in just as painful of a condition.

The boy laid curled on the concrete floors, twitching with his face in a frozen state of agony. Phil kicked away the cut off white wings, washing his hands as Tommy bled on the ground. Although, Phil wouldn't let him die just yet. This was just so he couldn't get away by leaping out of a window and floating down.

At the moment, Tommy would have gladly jumped without his wings.

He had grown a small resentment towards Y/n, and it made him feel awful. They were doing this to him because of Y/n. But then again, they were there for him. He didn't know what to feel now, but he knew everything fucking hurt.

"I'll be back with bandages!"

Phil hummed, slamming the attic entrance shut.

Tommy could still feel the phantom twitching of his wings behind him.

Wilbur worked on his computer, Y/n staring at the wall. Wilbur didn't know they were awake yet, and ever time he looked over they closed their eyes for good measure. From time to time he'd hug them from the back of the chair, arms looped over their torso with his head on their shoulder.

He just seemed sad. At one point, he began to cry into his hand. Not in an angry or happy cry, but a regretful one. He sat on his bed, Y/n still facing the wall with a scowl. Oh my god, was he really doing this? Did he genuinely regret what he's doing, or was this just him messing around to see if they're awake?

"go cry somewhere else man, it's annoying."

They finally spoke with a yawn, leaning back slightly in the chair. Wilbur yelped, getting up and roughly wiping his tears with his sleeve. Y/n stayed in place, mostly since their legs were all fucked from the water, Wilbur calming himself down before he grabbed his laptop.

It was new, since Y/n and Tommy stole the last one.

"Sorry, pay no mind to that."

He laughed, sitting up on his bed. Y/n laughed at him, shaking their head. This guy was a fucking idiot! Wilbur's laugh turned more embarrassed, Y/n knowing they made him feel dumb.