!! DISCONTINUED!! - 20-11-22
THERE WILL BE NO ROMANCE BETWEEN Y/N AND DSMP WHATSOEVER!!! THIS IS JUST A STORY IDEA I HAD
!!TW!! lots of swearing, trigger warnings will be at the start of each chapter
Y/n has lived the past three years alone in the...
Y/n looked up. The voice had come from a tall, scruffy looking man with even scruffier (is that even a word) brown hair. His brown eyes flashed with anger. He wore cracked wire-rimmed glasses and an old brown coat. Under the coat he appeared to be wearing a dirty yellow sweater and dark grey cargo pants.
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Behind him was a boy who looked similar in age to Y/n and the boy on the ground next to her. He had (quite literally) dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. His face was covered in scratches and badly placed plasters. (band-aids, whatever you call them) He was wearing a red and white T-shirt under what looked like a tattered navy blue jacket of some sort. He had bandages on his arms and legs and had a green bandana around his neck, accompanied by a compass.
(look im an artist ok, i promise ill draw these at some point for you)
The last person there was this ridiculously tall man, even taller than the first, with light brown hair tied back into a short ponytail. He had a black and white gas mask over his face and was wearing mostly brown.
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It was about then that Y/n realised that she was being held at gunpoint by the first man.
"Get. away. from. him." he repeated, waving the gun around dangerously. Y/n held up her hands where they could see them and slowly got up off her knees.
"Wil, can we not do this today, ple-"
"Shut up, Tommy!" the man with the gun spat angrily, not moving his gaze or his gun from Y/n.
The blonde boy fell silent.
"I don't want any trouble," Y/n said, her voice sounding deep and gravelly through her mask. Thank god for voice changers, she thought.
"Look, do I really need to repeat myself? Get away." Mr. Gunpoint said, his tone dangerously angry now.
"Sure, sure, I'm going, I'm going..." Y/n backed away, picking up the last few things from the ground. The man's eyes travelled from the glass bottle to the unconscious boy on the ground back to Y/n.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!?"
"Wil-" The blonde tried to speak.
The gun was already aimed at her head.
She ran.
She was less than ten metres away from the group when she heard the bullet whizz past her ear, narrowly missing her and sinking itself into one of the city's few remaining powerlines next to her. She tripped over god knows what in pure shock. She felt the hard gravel scrape against the palms of her hands. Scrambling to her feet, she heard someone shouting at her. Whether it was the brunette with the gun or the blonde who had tried to stop him, she didn't know. She kept running.
Eventually she reached a safe distance. Looking back behind her, she could just make out the three tall figures in the dimming light. Climbing onto a crumbling wall, Y/n decided to watch them. The blonde seemed to be yelling at the man with the gun, who was looking around furiously, as though he expected Y/n to strike back at any time. The other boy had crouched beside the now conscious boy, who was looking around, confused at all the commotion.
The sun had most definitely set, and the sound of awakening mobs was getting louder. Y/n felt something warm and wet drip down her hands. Looking down, she saw that the gravel had grazed them more than she thought. It wasn't life-threatening, but enough to sting for a few days.
Son of a bitch, she thought, wiping them on her pants. Looking up, she saw that the group had started a campfire, claiming the cemetery gates as a shelter for the night.
Y/n jumped off the wall and crept a little further, where they wouldn't see her campfire. She set up a make-do shelter, as she realised, painfully, that she'd left quite a bit behind. She also suddenly realised that the group were probably using them.
Goddammit... the first humans I see in three years and they try to kill me on sight.
Y/n lay on her makeshift bed and listened. The crows had found somewhere else to occupy. They were just in range for her to hear. The mood of the group had clearly lightened, as Y/n could hear a loud, wheezing laughter from one of them. Her heart did a flip. She wished she could've been a part of a group like that but seeing as they had just tried to kill her, that wasn't really an option.
Y/n fell asleep with the echoing sounds of laughter in her ears.
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808 words woooo
bit of a longer chapter, some new characters :)
gonna do someone else's POV for the next chapter, who do we want to see? vote in the comments :]
Tommy or Wilbur?
stay safe, drink some water, look after yourself <3
