Murder Drones Sibling AU

PTSD

Yes, Trauma. Also first half of this story is in (Y/N)'s POV

Also lots of deep agnst in this one so..

TW? idk im not the type of person to be triggered easily

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Wind howls above me, cold soft snow lands on my head. The world seemed more empty that I remember... Click I spin around hand extended, the purple solver swirling at the tip of my fingers. The corpse pile but... Uzi? I twist my head to the right. V, N? 3 dead oil covered drones lay in front of me.

It was quiet. Too quiet. As my breathing slows I tread through the middle of the lake. The cold air blows onto my alloy skin, "Why didn't you help her?", I spin around. N. "N! I-I can explain!", I shout. He starts coming closer to me, "N, please", I plead tripping over a rock behind me landing on my bottom.

(3rd person)

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Wake up!", (Y/N)'s visor activates tears appearing in their eyes. "You were whimpering in your sleep", V kneels in front of (Y/N) worry written all over her face. "What's happening?", N jumps down the hatch followed by Uzi. Without warning (Y/N) leaps onto V bringing them into a hug tears pouring down their visor. Startled, V returns the embrace hoping to comfort (Y/N) as well as she could. "We should leave", Uzi whispers to N dragging him out through the hatch.

Before long V appears out the pod. "What happened?", Uzi asks worry appearing on her face. "I'm not sure, probably had a nightmare or something and kept muttering 'I'm sorry' repeatedly. Managed to calm them down for now...

Just as V said that Uzi looked a bit.. guilty. "Did I tell you both that (Y/N) may or may not have PTSD?"

"That... explains a lot. It makes sense. I assume they don't have a therapist and refuse to get one?", Uzi nods.

(V's POV)

I hate to see them in this state. They sat in the corner hugging their knees staring emptily at the floor. I couldn't get a word out of (Y/N) since yesterday. "So... you wanna tell me what happened yesterday?", I say. They look up at me before looking back at the floor with hollow eyes, "Hey hey. Nonononono don't think about it", I say bringing them into a hug comforting them as well as possible.

((Y/N)'s POV)

I can't get my mind off it. It was all so... real. "I had a nightmare that you were al dead', I say pulling away from the hug. She looked speechless. "I-", she started, "PTSD, I know", I mutter taking a pen and notebook and started to sketch. "Stress drawing, I take my emotions and whatever onto paper", I say before V asks what I was doing.

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Thump. (Y/N) looks up from their notebook, Uzi and V. "We need to talk", the few words (Y/N) was dreading.

"Get a therapist"

"You get one first'

"You need one more"

"We have the same trauma, what makes me any different?", (Y/N) continues cutting Uzi off, "We repress the same emotions and memories", Uzi sighs, "Why are yo-"

"Because I'm afraid of being judged alright?! When was the last time I was completely honest with someone?", tears start to form at the corners of their eyes. "I'm just... not a very open person", they say as a tear rolls down the visor. "Happy?", (Y/N) crosses their arms giving Uzi a glare waiting to be dismissed like they were in a teacher's office being told off for their behaviour.

"...Alright", Uzi says, (Y/N) stands up

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((Y/N)'s POV)

I climb out of the pod the cold chilly air hitting my face. I take a deep breath the air flooding into my lungs, if I had any. I think about what they said in the pod as I sit down the moon shining in the distance. I thought about what I said. That was the last thought before I dozed off into light sleep.

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Some of this chapter was a vent tbh don't judge me😭😭

I love writing trauma either way🤠

Also this is the last copy paste chapter (hopefully)