RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- hungry crows and the infidis -

trigger warnings :: cursing, injuries, general malice, corpses, blood, animal death, mentions of abuse

( i know what you love
i know what you dread )

" i am your disciple, don't you know that's true? "

" look at everything i've done for you! "

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Phil sat with an unreadable expression, Y/n outside on the porch. The blonde man held a dramatically written letter from Wilbur, the writing being frantic and the paper smudged with blood.

"By the gods, what man did I raise?"

He sighed with furrowed brows. He put the letter inside one of his books, shoving it in his desk and getting up to leave the room. He didn't want to listen to him right now, he had more important things to attend to.

Y/n was wearing the thick wool cape Phil gave them, watching the hounds run around. P/n ran up to them happily, failing to knock them over with an excited howl.

She wagged her tail so hard it kicked up snow, wiggling around with anticipation before Y/n pet her with a smile and a sigh.

P/n scurried off, chasing around another dog. It took Y/n a moment to realize all of the dogs were avoiding a large spot, the 13-year-old trotting over with confusion.

The corpse of one of the dogs lay still and lifeless, crows hopping around it and feasting on it's organs. They stared in bewilderment and shock as one of the crows tore out what they assumed to be part of the small intestine.

They gagged and quickly walked inside, wide eyed and staring at the ground.

"Um, Phil?"

"Yes?"

"When was the last time you fed the crows and dogs?"

He stuck his head out of the kitchen with a quirked brow, watching their tail flick around their legs.

"Uh, quite a bit I'd say. Why? Do the dogs not have enough food?"

"The crows are eating one of the dogs."

Phil blinked a few times. He walked over, opening one of the windows and whistling loudly. The swarm of black birds came flying, although a croup still stayed around the dog.

9 or so crows hollowed the hound, Philza grimacing.

"Go up to your room, I'm sorry you had to see that. Chat never does this."

Y/n nodded heavily, trudging up the stairs with a bleak feeling, wanting to think of something else. Thankfully they hadn't thought of Wilbur in a while, opening their door.

Y/n unclasped the chain on the cape, the heavy thing thumping on the floor. They pulled off their sweater, sitting on the bed in a tank-top & baggy pants.

They stared at a small carved figure on their desk that hadn't been there before, picking it up. It was of four mobs, an enderman, a cow, a duck and a raccoon.

Each one had different stains or missing pieces on them, from the polished splotches on the enderman to a chunk missing from the raccoon's chin. The cow was missing one of it's hooves and the duck wasn't even fully finished.

Whoever carved that must've been lazy.

They put it back down, leaving the carved thing next to a drawing of XD they made. It was hard to describe how they looked, although they could make out some things.

A circular mask with that carved "XD" on the front, just barely showing the bottom of their chin. Huge curled horns that held a square world between the tips, and tall, tall billowing robes.

They almost jumped out of their chair when one of the crows tapped on the window with it's beak, a rolled up letter tied to it's ankle. They opened the window and took it, giving the bird a piece of bread they had so it would leave.

The letter didn't seem to be for them, but they opened it anyways. Nosy.

"To Philza . M

Phil. What the hell are you feeding Wilbur????

He's been crying himself stupid every day over an orphan that I think I'll be revoking your father title if you don't get him under control.

In more serious words, though. Even with Wilbur and I disagreeing a lot of the time I'm starting to get worried. He keeps talking of buttons everywhere and sleepwalking.

He hit Tommy again yesterday. Or, however long it may take you to receive this letter. We're planning on, what Wilbur calls, an invasion on Manburg."

Y/n stopped reading, closing the parchment and walking out of their room to give it to Phil. They tip-toed down the stairs, nearly dropping it when they tried to put it between one of their missing fingers.

Phil was leaning out of the window, tying a letter to one of the crows legs and letting it fly away. The rest of the doors and windows were locked.

"phil?"

"Yes?"

"you got a letter."

He turned around, a tired look on his face. He pushed back his hair under his hat, smiling at them and walking over to take the note.

Y/n simply walked outside, letting out a sharp whistle that they finally learned how to do. Phil was awfully cautious of them being outside of the house, watching them from any window he could or sending a crow to sit atop their shoulder.

They sat in their sweatpants and tank top, not even letting out a shiver when their dog came running. She whined and jumped and flicked snow at them, and Y/n smiled.

They smiled and picked her up under their arm as if she weighed nothing, although most wolves weighed nearly 120 pounds.

"you're a gorgeous dog, you know that?"

P/n barked merrily, though none of them seemed to notice the crushing gaze that came from Philza.

He kept the letter in a tight fist, staring the child down. The blonde's wings were folded tightly, feeling the paper crinkle in his palm.

This was bad. This was really.. really bad.

Wilbur going on a rampage? Hitting Tommy? Blowing up Manburg?

Maybe Phil would give him a piece of his mind.

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