RED - YANDERE ! DSMP + CHILD ! READER

- traveling and glass bottles -

trigger warnings :: alcohol mentions, smoking mentions

( happy (early) birthday, red! the book is gonna be a year old tmrw, aka oct 9th :))) we've come so far wtfff man )

" and i have finally made friends with the worst type of people; "

" they're the shells of what we call a man. "

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Y/n stared at their bag, squinting at the note they left on the bed. Phil wouldn't mind them disappearing for a bit, they barely knew him anyways. He was a bit scary, but they liked him.

They opened their window, previously locked, and looked out onto the roof. They made sure to take some of the things in the room as keepsakes, like a torn red bandana and a small pocket watch.

And the wood carving. they'd maybe finish it later, if they knew how to carve it. Might be hard with missing fingers, but they'll make it work.

They stared at a crow, ignoring it. They didn't bother at this point. Y/n still had way too much on their mind, like the scars. And the letter. And Schlatt. They really, really missed Schlatt and Quackity.

They closed their bag, grabbing their spear and using it to get down from the roof. They didn't bother closing the window, too lazy.

They shut their eyes tight when landing in the snow, hating the feeling of falling. They whistled hard, opening their eyes and watching their dog snap her head around before spotting them.

It didn't take her long to come over and nearly knock them over, the two finally beginning their way back to the portal.

Phil was out mining, so that gave him some time. He was very, very adamant on them staying inside the house, though.

Listening was very hard when you didn't care.

They hummed to themself, P/n rubbing against their leg with a snuff. They simply nudged her back, smiling down at her. She was probably the only thing they wanted to care about at the moment.

They didn't want to think of Wilbur. Or the scars, or Dream, or whoever else. They just wanted to stay in the moment. If they could, at least.

It wasn't that long of a walk, finally hearing the weird "vrrp" portal noises, P/n barking and running towards it. They followed walking,

They weren't in that much of a rush. Besides the idea that Schlatt may die, they weren't concerned. Maybe for Tommy and Tubbo, but their trust was very, very thin.

They blinked a few times, pushing P/n in first and climbing in after. They closed their eyes to get rid of the nausea before they kept walking, P/n sniffing everything before they took her by the lead.

Y/n shook off their cape, tossing it into their inventory because of the heat. The nether was comfortable, but just a bit too hot for them. The whiplash from being in the snow and into the heat for them was hard, too.

It wasn't too long of a walk, going through the last portal again and squinting at the bright sunlight. The smp was far brighter than where Phil stayed, even though everything was snowy and shiny there.

No charm here.

They lead P/n out to a spot they recognized somewhat, the community house being pretty noticeable in the area. They took a moment to stretch and to stall, back cracking hard and their remaining fingers popping satisfyingly.

They opened the door, walking halfway in before realizing there was a button to do it. They pressed the button a few times, watching the wooden door open and close and open and close.

Y/n took the button. Yknow, just to mess with it.

P/n sniffed their back, their spine going stiff and tail rigid. Oh, how great! Almost forgot about the bullshittery going on back there, how fun!

They tugged her lead, swiftly pushing through the door and out another to where they knew Manburg was. Not like they didn't sneak out plenty of times, anyway.

It wasn't too long of a walk, peering at the torn down walls they recognized. They simply walked in, making sure not to be out in the open all too much. That would be dumb.

Y/n waltzed on behind the houses, counting until they found Quackity's. They opened the window they knew had a broken lock, climbing in and carring P/n in with them. She wasn't too heavy, even though she was a wolf.

The window was fucked from them kicking it in a play fight with Quackity. They really missed him.

The house was dead quiet, the only sound being of them walking and breathing into their hand-me-down shirt. Tommy's. Still kinda smells like him, but not since they washed it.

Mostly smelled like wood and Phil's cooking. They did kind of like Phil. A little. Maybe. Liking people is really bad.

Phil is okay. He's an okay person. Hopefully. No trusting, though.
Not allowed to.

They made sure P/n didn't make too much noise as they went through the house, though her nails clacked against the wood with Y/n's hooves. Loud.

They checked the fridge, which was left with a bottle or two of vodka and an empty plate with some.. hair.. and crumbs on it. Weird. Probably just a dirty plate.

They simply tossed it in the sink, hoping it wouldn't break. Nobody would do the dishes, it's an empty house. Dishes in the sink made it feel like a normal house.

Nothing is home, just houses.

They didn't want to linger for much longer, passing by the dirty couch covered in stains they didn't recognize and empty cups on the table. The door opened easily, not even being locked. Quackity's house was the closest to the white house, Y/n simply striding in through the front doors.

Though, they did pull their cape back on and the hood of it over their head so their face wasn't visible. Their horns barely poked out, and their tail was covered. Easy.

P/n was tied on a fence-post outside, the wolf simply laying down for a walk. She'd done enough walking for the day.

They walked past people cleaning and others doing whatever, making their way up and up until they were in Schlatt's office.

He was half asleep in his big chair, a thick cigar barely being held by two of his fingers and the other on top of an empty bottle.

Y/n grimaced, putting out the cig before throwing it away. He barely stirred, grumbling and sinking lower into the seat. They managed to clean up most of the messy office without too much of a hassle, finally looking at him again.

They tightened the hood of the cape, barely tapping his shoulder before he sat up with wide eyes. His hand gripped the bottle, throwing it at them. They moved their head to the side, the bottle whizzing past and snagging onto the cape.

They both stared at eachother in disbelief, the bottle shattering on the wall behind them.

"Y/n?"

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