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

// chapter twenty-eight : iolite //

" iolite // intuition , vision , integration "

trigger warnings : cursing, blood, weapons, gore, threat(s), stalking

( finally feeling like writing.. again )

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third person pov

Wilbur Soot.

Nothing else, nothing more, just Wilbur Soot.

Not Peitho.

Not a hero.

Just Wilbur.

That's how most saw him, and how he currently saw himself as he struggled to kick out the lock in his door. Wilbur soot is struggling, which definitely isn't something Peitho would do. Maybe he would, but he'd like to think not.

He had only just heard the intruders leave, which most definitely included Y/n and Tommy. Phil was still groaning in the attic, presumably shot.

He didn't see, how was he supposed to know?

He finally got the door to start moving to give it one last good kick, though he didn't realize it and fell forward with the door when he went to kick again.

Wilbur Soot is very good at fucking things up. So is Peitho, but in the badass way. And the "ruin-your-life" kind of way. Both of them can do that.

He scrambled out of his spot on the floor, looking around like a mad-man. He ran to the ladder to the attic, nearly breaking it off as he climbed it. It was a bit of a struggle, actually.

Phil was cursing angrily as he struggled to stand, Wilbur immediately helping him to stand. Big motherfucker.

"Where are they? Where did they go?"

Wilbur grimaced. Looked like he didn't care about Wil, apparently.

"They left with Tommy and, I think, Jester. I'd recognize his voice anywhere."

The brunette rolled his eyes, helping Phil out of the attic. Though, not before catching a glance of the cut off wings in the corner. Oh..

Oh, those are Tommy's, aren't they?

He shook off the thought, Phil's wings dragging behind him. Lazy fuck, couldn't even pick them up. He didn't help Phil get down the rest of the stairs, simply walking off and waiting for him to limp behind. Compassion is weakness, that's what Philza always says! No exceptions.

"I'll probably be able to find out where they're hiding soon, wont take long. Go fix your leg."

Phil smacked him upside the head, grumbling something about him being ungrateful as he sat to fix his leg.

"If I had more life to live, I would have killed you by now. Don't act like we're the same, or on the same level."

He snapped back, staring down at the blonde.

"Shut your mouth. You would have died on the streets without me."

"I was fine. Be glad I was weak then, you old cunt."

They both glared. Wilbur has brains. Techno had the brawn, and Philza has.. a lot of money. And power.

"You killed Technoblade because he didn't want to join on this wild goose chase. Y/n broke my nose and you didn't even cast a GLANCE in my direction!"

"Oh, please. I didn't kill him, I simply maimed him. Blood loss is barely a problem, he has too much of it."

The brunette turned kicked him in the head, knocking him over hard. Wilbur has strong legs, they work well when Hypnosis doesn't. Not even just a "little convincing", hypnosis.

Lying is right sometimes.

"Remember your fucking place in this deal, just because you've got a pair of pigeon wings on your back to carry doesn't mean you own the world. You got that?"

He held Phil's head under his boot with a crushing grip, the blonde staring up at him.

He grabbed the boy by the ankle, Wilbur's legs buckling.

"You make me laugh. What makes you think I won't snap your ankles with my bare hands? You saw what I did to your brothers."

"They aren't my brothers. Tommy was dying and Techno needed money, we have no shared blood. Get your nasty hands off me, you reek of sweat."

Phil let go begrudgingly, Wilbur kicking his head to the side once he did. He went to his room once more to grab his laptop to get to work on finding them, ignoring him and walking into the kitchen.

He was disappointed he couldn't get another tracker on them like last time, and Phil seemed to forget that Tommy's tracker was in his wings. Dumbass.

"Got anything?"

"I just started. Ask me again in an hour."

Wilbur rolled his eyes, looking for more things that could help him identify where they were. Him and Jester used to be close, actually. Quackity. Nice guy, though his boyfriend was an asshole.

He didn't regret becoming a hero, obviously, but he hated all the rules that came with being one. No matter how many times Quackity pleaded with him to join him, be free or some cringe shit, he wasn't budging.

Then there was his ex-girlfriend. Sally. Wilbur had nothing bad to say about her, she was good to him. And that kid they found outside their apartment, his name was, like.. Freddy, or some shit. Finny? Close enough.

He ran away when Wilbur met Phil, he said he gave him bad vibes, or something close to that. Wil thought he was just being annoying, and let him go. That's when Sally left to go with him.

Still had the ring he was gonna propose with on.

Wilbur soot hates the pity, the mockery, all of the synonyms for those.

Phil likes to make fun of him. Better than pity. Techno didn't care about it. Better than pity. Tommy always agreed with him. Better than pity.

Y/n doesn't know him. Y/n doesn't know anything, they don't know Wilbur. Wilbur knows them, doesn't he? He knows who they are, he's seen them!

Y/n isn't pitying, they wouldn't have broken his nose if they were. He's thankful they weren't pitying, that means they cared about how he felt! That means Y/n cares about him!

Y/n cares!

He kept working on his laptop with a smile, Phil squinting at him from the other room, confused.

What a weirdo.

// 1005 words //