RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- panicked and pushed away -

trigger warnings :: cursing, alcohol, blood, stalking, panic attacks, injuries, alcohol, smoking, weapons

( currently obsessed with dante's inferno and julius caesar, also listening to a myth podcast on spotify while writing WOO )

" i can't do this anymore- "

" then don't! "

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Y/n sat again on Quackity's roof, staring out into open sky. They were still pissed off from their conversation with Dream, currently back in their suit outfit. Their hands smelled of blood, and sometimes they'd scratch their arms so hard while washing them their palms would bleed. Quackity hadn't left his room in a while, either.

Y/n wouldn't put it against him if he divorced Schlatt. Their parents had divorced way before they were old enough to realize, and instead of leaving them with one or the other of their parents, they left them entirely. They pulled a loaf of concha bread from Quackity out of their inventory, taking a bite out of it and staring out into the sky.

They were unsure how to feel. Wilbur had been harassing them for so long, and for him to start popping up out of nowhere? Does he want to piss them off, or something?

They could hear faint talking from within the house, sighing and peering down to where Quackity's open window was.

Quackity was not there. And neither were his things.

Quackity left them, too.

They climbed into the window hastily, searching for any trace he had been there at all. None. None whatsoever. They kicked the wall angrily, sitting on the bed and letting out a cry into their hands. Everyone they cared about was gone, and Quackity didn't even say goodbye.

They were so mad. So, so fucking mad. They just cried into their hands in a frustrated manner, fingers digging into their face as they sobbed. Nobody came to console them. Quackity would've. Niki would've. Tommy would've.

But nobody came.

Dream and Sapnap sat in Quackity's kitchen, already knowing he had left. They watched him do it, after all. Y/n had been unaware, just because they didn't ask. George had left to his house to chill, not wanting to be near Schlatt. He was annoying him.

"Hey, what do you think the kid is doing right now-"

Dream put a finger up to his mouth as if to tell Sapnap to shut the fuck up, pointing up the stairs to the crying. The ravenette took an extra bite of his strange pie, flipping off his blonde friend and running up the stairs.

He knocked way too many times, the child stopping with a hiccuping breath. They didn't open the door, so he did. Their eyes were red and puffy from crying so much, shaking so hard that they had to lift their legs on the bed as to not cause noise with their hooves. The man sighed, closing the door and letting them nod before he could sit next to them.

"What's up this time?"

The man spoke, leaning back a bit.