Leave Us Alone | Yancy x Reader pt 2

Chapter 1: Where Are They?

Asche's P.O.V.

It's been long since then. And mamma and poppa went to a date.

I'm not sad though.

Uncle Illi is spending the whole week with me!

I'm only 11 and yet I feel like I haven't aged at all.

"Uncle Illi! Want to watch My Little Pony!"

Illinois patted her head, "Sure baby doll, let me find the remote first-"

*phone rings,

"Hello?"

*Mumble*

"I know my voice is overwhelming, but can you speak up, please?"

*static* ILLI *static* YANCY *static* DARK-

[Call Ended]

"Y/N? Y/N!!"

"What's wrong Uncle Illi?" I say, tugging his whip.

"Oh, um, nothing deary-FOUND the remote! Let's watch some fantasy ponies!"

"Yay!"

I know Uncle Illi is worried about something. But I won't say anything about it.

*starts singing My Little Pony Theme with Uncle Illi*

8:30pm

Uncle Illi tucked me in bed and kissed my forehead.

"Uncle Illi will be right back. I need to make a very important phone call, grown up talk."

"Okie dokie."

He closed the door and I jumped out of bed. I tippy-toed to the door and I heard a low voice.

"Come on Yance! Why aren't you picking up? Y/N, too! What happened....."

Are mommy and daddy, okay?"

"*sigh* I'll keep trying. Or maybe it was a misunderstanding.... I'll wait for the week to pass."

I hope mommy and daddy come home.

I crawled back to bed and grabbed a family photo nearby.

I hugged the picture and soon shut my eyes.

Goodnight mommy,

Goodnight daddy,

Goodnight Uncle Illi,

Goodnight Mr. Glitchy-thingy

.......................................

Y/N's P.O.V.

This is bad. This is REALLY bad.

Yancy and I were surrounded by darkness. He had me in his arms while his ears bleed.

I was shaking uncontrollably.

I thought I have gotten rid of this anxiety.

But I guess I was wrong.

All that therapy, for nothing.

"You two have lived your best moments haven't you."

"You are all over each other. Looking mighty and powerful."

The voice deepened in anger.

"Despicable! Disgusting!"

The room shifted in a red and blue aura. The walls turned to a peachy white. The floor turned to a bourbon-colored carpet the ceiling revealed black chandeliers. And our clothes shifted to our old prison clothes.