The Watchers (Abused Male Reader x RWBY)

Prologue

A/N: I'm kind of taking a break from my other stories, hoping to get some ideas for the others, but I'm not sure what to add to them. Without further ado, let's get into it.
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Y/N POV

What did I do to deserve this? All I wanted was a family... but all I get is a fuck you and a fist flying at my face.

???: Y/N!!! GET DOWN HERE!!!!

I walk downstairs, and I see my so called "father" Jacques standing there.

Jacques: I thought I told you to clean THE BLOODY DINING ROOM!!!

Y/N: But y-you didn't tell me.

He backhands my cheek, and I fall to the floor.

Jacques: Don't you dare lie to me, you bastard child. True my... wife adopted you and brought you into our family, but I will never recognize you as my son. Now... I will say this again.

He picks me up by my hair, and I'm writhing in pain.

Jacques: Clean. The. Fucking. Dining. Room.

I just nodded quietly, and he dropped me.

Jacques: I expect it to be done within the next half hour. Afterwards, you are to stay in your room for the rest of the night... WITHOUT SUPPER!!!

He slams the door to his study, and I flinch from the sound. This is the second week I've gone without a single meal, but Weiss would bring me some bread and cheese. She was the only one who actually gave a damn about me. I didn't wanna catch another beating, so I went straight to the dining room, and I started cleaning. All while I did, I cried the entire time. I heard a knock, and I see Winter pop in for a visit. She notices the hand print on my cheek, and I immediately turned away.

Winter: How can he do this to you? I just don't understand it.

Y/N: If I had to guess: more likely because mother would rather suck off a bottle of liquor than his "package."

She chuckles quietly, and I continue cleaning. She rolls up her sleeves, and decides to help me. I can tell why Weiss looks up to big sister. Soon enough, just before the half hour mark, we finish.

Y/N: Whoo... finally done.

As if on queue, HE walks in, and starts to inspect the room.

Jacques: Hmmmm... adequate... but next time, Winter won't save you. Room. NOW!!!

I immediately ran up to my room, which was more like a broom closet. In terms of space, I only had enough room for a mattress and a lamp... and then me. I didn't have much of a blanket, only went from my shoulders to mid-calf. And to add insult to injury, it was constantly cold in the room, and I didn't have any extra blankets. Nobody was allowed to bring me any either. When I did, it was always after somebody got sick, and I got the worst of it.

Y/N: Why? Why does he hate me? Why can't I just be part of the family?

???: That is the million lien question, isn't it Y/N?

I looked around the room, but I don't see anything.

Y/N: Who said that?

I look at the puddle from water damage being present in the room, and I see a robotic face instead of mine.

???: Someone who watches you from the shadows. You just never noticed me until now.

Y/N: Can you get me out of this place? Please, I'll do anything you want, just save me from this place. I don't care what I have to do.