RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- his promise and their scars -

trigger warnings :: cursing, injuries, general malice, threats(?), blood, s/h, yelling, scars, panic attack

( i heart this book )

" you're the sun, you've never seen the night "

" but you hear it's song from the morning birds "

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Y/n is scared of the crows.

They're everywhere they go, they peck them when they leave the fenced areas, and they're always watching. They have chunks missing from their tail from where they got nicked by their beaks.

"sir?"

They half-mumbled, peering into the kitchen. He was busy chopping up carrots and other things to make some stew.

"Huh- Just call me Phil, you're fine. What's up, mate?"

"can you, uh, tell the crows to calm down a bit? they really don't seem to like me, did i do anything wrong?"

"Chat? They love you, what do you mean?"

He replied, still not facing them.

"they keep pecking me and i watched one try to attack my dog, i just don't know if i did something.."

"You didn't, trust me."

They furrowed their brows at him.

"i really don't think you understand, i just want them to stop stalking me arou-"

He turned around sharply, knife still in hand. Y/n pulled themself away from the kitchen out of instinct.

"Y/n, come here."

He didn't say it in a rough tone, but one where they knew he was serious. They shuffled out, thinly calloused hands holding the doorway childishly. They didn't want to dwell on the fact that they were still only 13.

"As long as I say so, the crows will give you no harm. They only get antsy when you leave because there's mobs, and such."

Y/n stared at him, squinting hard. Man, was Phil a good liar! He pulled that out of his ass, surely. Them? Scared of mobs? Insane. Bonkers, even. Ridiculous.

"oh. makes sense, sorry for interrupting you."

They nodded, quickly leaving the room. He watched them "retreat" with a sigh, sliding the diced carrots and such into a pan to simmer before stabbing his knife into the cutting board, opening a window to whistle.

A crow hopped in, tilting it's head and squawked, Phil whispering to it and sending the bird away.

Y/n, who was still in the hallway, frowned. Damn.

They left the hallway loudly, making sure Phil heard them stomp outside and close the door. They weren't angry, necessarily, just a bit hurt that he was probably lying to them like everyone else.