RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- dreamers and the heartbroken -

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

( we <3 quackity )

" why do i even have you here? "

" i thought you loved me- "

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Quackity stroked Y/n's hair, quiet music ringing out through his room. They had moved to his room out of Quackity being scared they'd get found out by Schlatt quicker. The child was too tired to move, legs curled up with their head buried in Quackity's shoulder.

The ravenette had a blank stare, hands stopping.

"I need to go talk to Schlatt, okay? You stay here."

They simply nodded, feeling their head being moved onto a pillow instead of his shoulder as he left the room, and then the house. Y/n opened their eyes, squinting at the ceiling. At least they didn't feel sick anymore.

Quackity, on the other hand, wasn't doing as well as they were. His husband screamed at him, an empty bottle of his favorite whiskey in his fist. The duck stepped back, trying to hold his ground.

"WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THEY WERE BACK!? WHAT THE FUCK DO I HAVE YOU HERE FOR, HUH?"

The bottle was flung at him soon after, the man physically throwing him out of the house. Nobody watching intervened, they really couldn't.

Quackity was shaking, hands balled into fists as he limped back to his own house. These were the days that he badly regretted his decision to pool the votes.

But today he might have had enough.

He walked in, going upstairs and to his bathroom. He went through the usual routine of removing the glass from his face and skin, but he didn't change into his suit this time. He smiled softly at the blue tracksuit jacket he owned, putting it on over a "Schlatt 2020" t-shirt. He kept the jacket zipped up.

He put on black sweatpants, staring at himself in the mirror. He liked where this was going for him.

He sauntered to his room, humming jauntily as he began to pack his things.

"where are you going?"

The calf had sat up while he was gone, massaging their arms. Quackity paused, remembering the things they had told he and Schlatt about Wilbur. He bit his nails, putting his things back slowly. The time wasn't ready yet.

"I was just looking for something, don't worry."

Quackity smiled at them, ruffling their tangled hair. He insisted that he brush it for them, the child finally giving in and letting him detangle their hair. He did it with ease, trying his best not o hurt them when it came to knots. He washed their hair in the sink and got to work.

They found it therapeutic, nearly falling asleep while he was brushing out the last bits. There were flakes of blood in their hair that had now been washed away, not having to be reminded of those things every time they looked in the mirror.

"Hey, go change out of that into something comfortable, get something from my closet if you want."

He smiled, not previously mentioning the blood on their clothes. They shuffled back into his room and closed the door, Quackiy staring at himself in his bathroom mirror. Sometimes he wished he could start over and make himself perfect in his eyes.

Not Quackity's eyes, but his eyes.

Y/n knocked on the door frame, a black sweater with ribcage and bone print on it with a pair of grey sweatpants replacing the formal suit. Quackity grinned, ruffling their hair.

"We're jus gonna relax today, 'kay? A friend is gonna be visiting soon, but he's chill."

They nodded, smiling at him. He nearly teared up, they never smiled in Manburg. They both went to his room, Quackity flopping down onto his bed as they picked up a book from presumably Schlatt's nightstand.

It was a diary, or what he kept notes in.

Their brows raised, sitting next to the tired duck. Apparently Schlatt knew more than he lead on. And he knew a lot. Mostly plans on how he was going to win the election before it even happened, and notes in someone else's handwriting.

They stared at the smiley signature at the end, blinking a few times.

Dream?

Dream knew Schlatt?

And so began the knocking. Quackity grunted into his pillow, holding his hands over his winged-ears for a moment before getting up to open the door. Y/n slammed the book shut, shoving it into their inventory before they followed him out.

It was Sapnap who first rushed in to hug them, laughing loudly as Quackity, George and Dream watched with laughter. Y/n pat his back a few times, not accustomed to all the physical touch. Next was George, then Dream. Quackity liked seeing Y/n happy.

"Oh my god, you're okay."

Dream sighed thankfully into their shoulder, making them laugh a bit as they finally hugged him back. Sapnap's voice raised an octave for a moment when he noticed. They assumed it was a voicecrack.

"So, no suit today Big Q?"

Sapnap questioned, hands in his pockets. The duck shook his head, smiling. Y/n was standing between George and Dream, the two talking quietly to eachother. Y/n didn't pay attention since they really didn't care at the moment.

Their tail flicked around, hitting George's side and getting caught on his belt. He looked down, smiling a bit and pulling it off. George was okay. Dream shuffled closer to them subconsciously, hand on their shoulder. They pulled their hand up, pushing it away.

Dream stared at their hands from under his mask, green eyes widening at the empty digits. Nobody could tell he was freaking out internally besides him fidgeting with his rings. But he always did that anyways.

Sapnap, George and Quackity sat on the couch, Y/n leaning on it tiredly. Dream sat on the armrest, talking with the adults while eyeing Y/n.

They were looking at him, too. They were looking at the little chips and cracks in his masks, unknowingly staring straight at his eyes. He found it calming, they didn't think much about it. They could just barely make out his neon-green eyes looking back at them.

They jumped at the feeling of a hand on the back of their neck, Sapnap tying back their hair.

"Sorry, you kept blowing it out of your face so I thought to pull it.. back.."

His words slowed as the scar on their forehead became visible. Quackity continuing to talk with Dream as George and Sapnap glanced at eachother. The cow moved back their hair, going back to talking with Quackity and Dream.

Well, this was going to be a problem.

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