INFECTION ( a mcyt apocalypse au)

chapter 9

TRIGGER WARNING FOR: SELF-HARM MENTION, LANGUAGE AND BLOOD

"this was y/n"

third person pov:

the three boys stood there in shock with they're hands up in the air, while the other figure held them at gun point. clay slowly pulled down his bandana from his face letting it hang loosely around his neck "y/n?" he whispered, his voice cracking ever so slightly. y/n paused for a minute a blank expression displayed across their face. "get down" the shouted before firing three bullets at two on coming zombies. the three boys now crouching down to the side of the car, while y/n fired at the zombies. y/n reached into they're back pocket reviling a hunting knife speckled in blood stains. slowly the brought their right arm back and threw the knife, impaling one of the zombies they had previously missed. calmly they disappeared from the boys vision for a minute retrieving their knife, that was now lodged into a corpses forehead. in this time the boys stood back up into their original standing positions, awaiting the return of y/n. 

y/n's pov:

i tried remaining as calm as possible, i was extremely glad that i had reunited with the dream team. but that didn't solve all of my problems. i still needed to make sure he was safe, i needed to protect my little brother. as i reproached the boys i calmly but sternly asked. "have you seen tommy?". they all shared a glance before walking towards the direction of the gas station i had previously passed. i was praying that tommy was there, he had to be. clay opened the door allowing me to walk in, i heard the soft familiar jingle of the door bell and three others sitting  and talking. i immedicably recognized them, wilbur, tubbo and tommy. i shoved wilbur out of the way, sliding across the smooth tiles to tommy. i threw my arms around him hugging him tightly, i could feel a few tears land on to my shirt as we embraced. "im so so sorry toms, i should've gone with you, i should've never abandoned you" i said pulling away. it's okay were safe now" he smiled softly. i looked him up and down making use he wasn't injured. he looked completely fin except for a few small blood stains on his shirt, my tone became immediately   laced with concern. "tommy are you bleeding?!" i asked pointing at his shirt. he shook his head no, and than glanced at my left arm. i followed his gaze and felt the guilt wash over me. "you told me it was better, you promised me you would stop" he said a low almost whisper of a voice.  i quickly filled the silence knowing the others couldn't know. they didn't need to worry about anything else. "its fine tommy" i said smiling softly at him. tubbo who was sitting beside tommy but not close enough to see my arm piped up. "y/n? what's he talking about?" he asked concern lacing his normally chipper voice. i quickly pulled of my bandana, once more wrapping it tightly around my wrist. "see all better, nothing to worry about" i smiled again. i knew my logic of, "if you cant see it, it doesn't exist wouldn't work" i couldn't stand anyone worrying about me or my mental health. for fucks sake we have children to worry about! i should be the least of our concerns right now. i thought to myself

a/n: sorry for the really short chapter, the next one will be longer i promise! also thank you for 100 views! its so poggers :) also yes, y/n is mentally ill im just self projecting lmao