RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- roasted pig and breaking point -

trigger warnings :: cursing, mentions of abuse, alcohol, religious mentions

( sorry for the darker/sadder topics )

" but he's- "

" just listen for once "

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Tommy tried to talk the boar out of talking to me, him not moving an inch. I had one hand holding Tommy's and the other hanging limply. The blood was beginning to dry.

The man reached for my hands, making me scowl and pull it away.

"excuse you? personal space, jeez-"

He scoffed out a laugh, instead grabbing Tommy.

He stared, Tommy gripping onto my hand even tighter. He was still shaking profusely, trying to get the man to let go.

"do you not understand boundaries?"

I snatched Tommy away again and began to descend down the stairs, him raising his brows. Tommy took the lead and snuck into a hidden room, blocking it with extra blocks before he sat down.

I sat in front of him, sighing. I could hear Wilbur and Niki, apparently helping him up the stairs. Tommy finally let go of me, collapsing onto me in a hug.

I blinked, slowly wrapping my arms around him. I felt bad for him, having to live in this shitty place. Yes, Schlatt won fairly, I wont agree with that. But the entire exiled thing? Not a big fan.

Well, except for Wilbur. That was deserved.

Tommy hadn't spoke a word since he pulled away from the boar, sobbing and letting out scared gasps in the middle of his crying. I held him up in the hug, just sitting with him until he calmed. I had never seen him show any other emotion besides anger of happiness, really.

"Im sorry, th- this is stupid-"

The blonde hiccuped into his hands, wiping away the tears that stained his shirt and face. I shook my head, snatching a rag out of my pocket and handing it to him. I often had one with me because of Schlatt spilling alcohol on my legs, which tangled the hair and made it smell.

Tommy noticed it too, nose scrunching at the familiar smell of alcohol.

"Is that alcohol?"

"its from schlatt."

He nodded, wiping away the rest of his tears and sitting next to me.

"Techno never does that, he's quiet as shit."

I stared for a moment, leaning my head on his shoulder. I see why he never believed me, believe me about Wilbur. Wilbur talked about me to him, and obviously not in a good light.

I didn't consider myself a good person, nothing close to it sure, but he made me sound like him. Like I'm the liar in the situation.

Tommy had his knees to his chest, head resting on my shoulder. His cheek was still red in the dim lantern light from Wilbur hitting him. I held one of his hands, needing comfort myself.

I felt sick to my stomach, physically and mentally. Stupid fucking alcohol.

Tommy held my hand, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles with a sniffle. I wish I could bring him back to Manburg, get him away from this place. Maybe I could get XD to meet him, help him out a bit.

Sometimes I prayed, prayed to whatever god decided to fucking listen to help. I need help, needed help so desperately. Im not a good person, and I wont pretend I am one.

I heard there might have been a church somewhere nearby, though I'm not allowed to leave Manburg without permission. This little trip was just a visit.

"tommy?"

"Yeah..?"

I stared at the lantern, blinking away burning tears.

"im sorry for hurting you guys. i know you care about wilbur, even though i have my reasons to hate him. i don't wanna hurt you too."

Tommy didn't respond, squeezing my hand a bit. I felt my face begin to heat up, lashes clumped together with tears. I thought mack to Quackity and Schlatt, wondering what they'd think of them being here.

A traitor. A fucking traitor to the only people that gave a genuine shit about me. Tommy looked at me, furrowing his brows as he used the rag I gave him to wipe my tears.

This time I hugged him, sobbing into his shoulder. Tommy wrapped his arms around me tightly, rocking us back and forth. I had my face dug into the side of his neck, sobbing out worthless apologies.

I don't know why he listens to me at all. I sound like a crazy bastard trying to ruin a man's life. He still did all those crazed things to me, and I don't have the words to describe how I feel. I don't know if im even angry at this point.

Maybe it's jealousy. How easily Wilbur manages to hide the fact he does all of these things and can still be seen as a hero to some. A man who built a country on his friends and family, sort of.

He had freedom for himself, a sort of disguise he could easily put on infront of friends and people. Jealousy may be the right word, but not the only one.

I couldn't tell how long we had sat there, Tommy staying quiet with his fingers tapping softly on the back of their head. He didn't mind the angry tears on his shoulder and neck seeping into his shirt.

And Tommy smiled.

"Well, now we know we have the same crying face?"

I laughed, snorting into his shoulder as he laughed too. I don't know what I would do without Tommy at this moment. It was a frivolous attempt to try and pretend I didn't enjoy being around him, finding everything he did entertaining.

"Hey, I have an idea- Techno's been makin this huge potato farm and doesn't share shit, so, like..?"

"you want to steal, don't you?"

He grinned and nodded wildly, standing us both up as he bolted up the winding staircases with his hand holding my arm. I ran after him, running past Technoblade's confused state.

He dragged me to a room, being much larger than the one we were just in with a room full of potatoes.

Well, time to harvest.

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