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

// chapter twenty-seven : bronzite //

" bronzite // clarity , protection , youth "

trigger warnings : cursing, yelling, blood, guns, ment. of suicide attempt, injuries, angsty shit

( this chapter's pic is exactly how i felt writing this chapter LMAO )

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third person pov

Y/n was nowhere to be found.

Jester searched his office and room, Schlatt looked around every nook and cranny in the shooting range, and Slime got stuck in a tree looking outside. Aureate had to help him out.

Tommy couldn't get into their and Ranboo's room, assuming it was because Ran was healing. He didn't mean to make Y/n mad.

He knew they were right. They were right but he hates being wrong and being wrong means he gets in trouble, because he's never allowed to be wrong.

Y/n, though, was out of sight. Who knew The Needle was so tall from the highest floor?

It was Jester's spare office, only used for when he was annoyed or wanted to be away from everyone. Right now, it was Schlatt's office. Of which they blocked the door with a chair, since it didn't have a lock.

They already left a note on their bed for everyone, not like they knew them well enough.

They stared at the revolver next to them, one Schlatt let them use. They stole it, but not like he'd care he lost a gun if were dead. It wasn't because of their argument with Tommy, not at all.

Well, maybe a little.

They didn't want Ranboo to worry anymore. They knew he suffered too when their mother's died, worse than them because he had to take care of a 13 year old when he was barely a year or so older.

Maybe everyone could heal with them gone. Phil and Wilbur just wanted them, it would be so much easier for them to fuck off with them gone.

"Y/N??"

Someone shouted down below. the teen nearly falling off the balcony of which they were leaning on the railing.

"GET AWAY FROM THE FUCKING EDGE- Dios mio.."

It was Jester, being held up by an insanely tall Aureate. He could grow? Jesus.

They didn't listen, just staring back down at him with a blank gaze. Most of the people down below went running into the building, of whom included Jester, a shrunken Aureate, Schlatt, and Slimecicle.

Tommy was too busy staring up at them in horror, hand over his mouth. Was it his fault? Did he do this?

Obviously not, from the way Y/n was holding the stolen gun. They did get away from the balcony, sitting in the desk chair and contemplating. The gun was really pretty, especially now.

They were scared of the pain, though. Sort of felt like they were pussying out of life, really.

"Y/N! DON'T PULL SOME STUPID SHIT!"