RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- cobblestone and ruined dreams -

trigger warnings :: cursing, obsessive behavior, lots of violence, bl00d, manipulation

" where are we? "

" you can't know that. "

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I could always hear noises before this. Grass. the wind, people talking

noises

noises

noises.

Walking, talking, building, breaking. Laughter.

and yet now- there was silence. besides that foul guitar.

i had never thought the strumming of guitar would anger me so.

I couldn't tell how many days had passed at this point. Sometimes I'd get food through the door, which was my only sort of outside contact.

and he'd play it, every day. it was like the instrument itself was mocking me. of course i didn't blame it, i blamed him.

sometimes i'd yell. sometimes i'd cry. and some days i just didn't do anything. maybe it'd make him think im dead, and that he could let me go.

I stared into my lap. I refused to sleep today. My body refused to, anyways. Im exhausted.

The opening of the heavy iron door didn't even make me look up. There were footsteps coming for me, making me tense as I pushed myself farther into the corner.

I assumed it was Wilbur. He sat down next to me, murmuring a bit. He knew he scared me.

"Why not sit on the bed? Much more comfortable than the cobble floors."

I swear I could hear the smile in his voice.

"why do you care? you put me here."

He seemed to hesitate.

"It's for your own good, really. There's much more dangerous people in L'manburg than me."

I could hear him pulling something up into his lap, something hollow. My eyes widened.

The noise. That fucking noise, his stupid fucking guitar. He brought it down here just to play those mind throbbing notes.

I looked up from my hunched position, brows furrowed in anger. He just smiled at me, hands strumming away as if this situation were the most normal thing in the world.

I sat up a bit, looking him directly in the eyes which seemed to make him happy. I picked up his guitar, surprising him

-and socked him in the nose. I scrambled up as soon as he was on the floor, raising the instrument high above my head and smashing it against him over and over again.

I dropped its remains, getting on my knees and began to fucking punch the bitch, over and over again. Blood began to make its way onto my hands, making an image of him in my head id never forget.

There was blood splattering onto my face and clothes as he tried to get me to stop, just kicking him in the side as I stood up, his head under my hoove.

I could hear the door opening again, this time it was the fox. His eyes widened in fear as he ran over.

And I saw my chance. I kicked him onto Wilbur, running for the door.

The fox yelled, running after me at first. And so I closed the door on him.

For once, in what felt like forever, I smiled. I smiled because I had gotten away for now. Not that I was safe forever, but for now.

There was a corridor, leading up. Wherever 'up' led me to, I didn't know. I panted, finally taking a look at myself in a mirror lining the walls that went up.

Blood on my face, dark circles under my eyes- I looked like shit. My hair and face were dirty, with small bits of stone littering my hair.

And after everything, it's still me.

I shook out my ears and tail, mostly my legs since they had been oh so sore from sitting in that corner.

I continued walking up, finally making it out of that fucking hellhole- and into a house.

A cabin, if you will. Would have been nice if I wasn't locked up in the dungeon built under it, actually.

I looked around, desperate eyes meeting the front door. I ran at it, and it was locked. Of course it was locked.

I could hear struggling coming from the basement, making my mind go haywire as I kicked out one of the windows and jumped out. Glass dug into my arms and torso, making me wince with pain.

I landed on wet grass, scrambling up and just booking it. I didn't want to risk having to stay there for longer than needed. It was hard to run in the rain that fought against me.

It felt like the world itself was trying to keep me there. I ran until the adrenaline from before finally died down, leaving me stumbling through the forest with no clue where I was.

My interest was piqued when I finally heard voices. I tried to run, letting out slurring words as I finally collapsed under all the pressure.

My head and legs throbbed, a horrid headache pounding through my head. Everything was swirling in my eyes, making me feel sick and dizzy.

I looked up at the sky, trees waving as I just stared. Too numb to move, I layed down on my back, facing the clouds.

Everything hurt so much, my bones felt like they were cracking and splitting out of my skin.

I watched drearily as the clouds split open, a downfall of rain dropping onto me as the sky itself began to cry out in agony.

And I joined it. Two sirens of wailing merging into one as thunder clapped across the sky, wind pushing things to and fro.

I couldn't think, could barely breath. It felt like there was a lock on my lungs, keeping them from breathing. I couldn't tell if it was branches breaking or people walking, everything was so blurry.

Is this what dying felt like? Never would I have thought it'd be so loud, and so quiet. I swore I could hear the plucking of guitar strings mixing with all the noise.

I could feel my legs curling up to my chest, letting everything happen as everything just felt so, so cold.

There was yelling. Who was yelling, why were they yelling? Were they okay?

I felt three pairs of arms grab me and pull me up, not even able to fight back as I finally let go of consciousness.

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