|I’ll Save You| Yandere Sniper x sibling reader (Platonic)
Sniper drove to the payphone, ready to call his parents and tell them how he was doing. Mundy loved his parent calls every time he check on them. Even when his father would berate him consistently on his job choice. He thought treading out of his van and striding towards the payphone. Pressing the correct order of buttons to make the call.
chik chik chik-
The hushed ringing sound of the payphone soon reached the australian’s ears. There was no indication of anyone picking up the phone after a few seconds. When the call went dead, Sniper punched in the number again. The same unbroken abrasive sound of ringing never ceasing to leave. Yet again, dead air went to the phone.
Mundy clenched his teeth together in tension. His lanky form showing signs of apprehensiveness. Putting together his composure, he decided to just drive back home. He was going to tell his parents that the team disbanded anyways.
Reaching the small cozy house of his parents, a reminiscing feeling swelled in his chest. The old memories of his childhood seeping into his mind. How he grew up happily.
The unwinding breaths escaping him somehow making the scene more tranquil. Staggering out of his van eagerly, he advanced to the lumber porch.
An unsettled feeling warped in his gut. His sights caught on to another sharpshooter’s gun holes in the glass window. Mundy’s creeping dense footsteps making the porch groan.
Someone is here…
Suffocating muteness fogged Sniper’s mind upon opening the door. Vigilance flowing throughout his system. Dismay fell into Mundy’s face as an unconfined feeling of horror and wrath spread through him. The lifeless bodies of his parents lay on the floor with a gaping hole in each of their heads.
Why? What happened? When did this happen?! What did his parents do? The safety and peace he felt with every phone call made his emotions swirl. It was going back and forth, anger, sadness, and grief.
He was mourning silently. There was no other way to explain it. No better word to describe it. It was everything he feared. His nightmares eating him alive. The reality of what was in front of him seeping in.
Mundy’s throat tightened with every breath he took. The overwhelming feeling of devastation forcing him to his knees. His body looming over the dusted wooden floor below him. He wanted to scream, yell, punch something. Someone! The person who did this!
His fists clenching to the point his knuckles turned white. He kept swallowing, the knot not leaving his neck. His eyes becoming tearful from his feelings. Mundy couldn’t move, he was petrified to the spot.
sob gasp
Sniper jolted up at the noise. All his thoughts flooding out, an ember of rage igniting in his chest. His movements flounced towards the sound. Gripping his Kukuri and just wanted to shut the noise up. Whoever was still here was going to pay the price of killing his parents.
Opening up the storage room of the small dusty house, Mundy was met with a small figure…It was a little girl. Their dirty clothes and disheveled hair showing that they were hiding for a long time. You were sobbing at the sight of Sniper’s aggressive state. You hid your face into your knees ready to get hit. Mundy was nonplussed upon seeing you. Why were you here?
He stepped back from you and lowered his sharp weapon. The australian’s eyes landing on unfamiliar pictures. His gaze faltered when he looked at you before treading to the photos. Getting a closer look at the cracked glass frame he saw his parents and you. It seemed that all of them were happy. You held a certificate that was too small to read. However the building behind the three was recognisable. It was an orphanage, you were adopted.
The thought made Mundy cringe and feel loathsome. You? They chose you? A weak pipsqueak cry baby to live?! Why did you have to live? Why didn’t you die instead of his parents? His hands gripped the picture tighter, to the point the photo might’ve ripped. Sniper then composed himself, releasing a breath. His eyes glazed over the photos. All of them showing his parents and you being overjoyed with each other.
The photo in his hand soon loosened in his hold. His parents cared for you. They loved you just as much as they did with him. You weren’t related to each other, yes. However you were his sister. It was his turn to look after you now, he has to be a good big brother. Wearily turning to view his parents, sorrow struck him. You were hesitantly stepping towards the corpses. The movement of your arms showing how you wanted to reach out. But you moved them back like you touched a hot stove.
Sniper had to keep you safe. You were the only family he had left. He can’t let you die like his parents. He’ll do things right this time, he’ll protect you. You won’t feel the same pain again. He made an amble walk to you, your fearful and teary gaze meeting his eyes.
“G’day there lil ankle biter wot’s your name?” Sniper asked trying his best to not seem threatening. You felt intimidated, his tall looming figure not helping you calm down. Your eyes falling onto his sniping rifle and averting back to the bodies of your parents.
Mundy was quick to realize this and slowly kneeled down to your height.
“Don’t look there ok sheila? Moi name’s Mundy, oi’m your older brotha. The boy on those old photos.” He reasoned out with both of his hands in front of him showing no aggression. Glancing at the pictures it did look like the man in front of you. A perplexed feeling resonated in you. You have never met your brother but your parents always talked about him.
Whenever they talked about him your parents were so cheerful, while you were so bewildered. A part of her younger mind never understood them. But it was clear that they missed him. They always spoke so fondly of them, that they would try their best to get you to speak to him on the phone. However you were always too nervous. Fiddling with your matted and grimy hair you looked at your feet.
“I’m Y/N. Mom and dad always wanted me to say hi to you.” Mumbling your response warily to the man.
The sentence you said explained why his parents always kept whispering “come here, come here lil one” over the phone. Having your name he smiled a bit being friendly. This was progress, you weren’t afraid of him. A bittersweet smile then formed on his face, all this time they tried leading you to talk to him.
“Well lil Y/N, why not take a shower first while oi clean up yeh?” He asked you before hesitantly patting your head. Flinching at the sudden contact you hummed, going to your room.
Seeing you leave Sniper looked at his parents with a sullen gaze. Kneeling down to them he closed their open eyes. Tears almost welling in his eyes as another knot formed in his throat.
“Oi met them mum, dad. Oi’ll take care of em. Oi promise.” He mumbled getting ready to give them a proper burial. Then something struck the bushman’s mind. What if the people come after you and him? He can’t have that, it’s too dangerous. Looks like the both of you will have to be on the road for a long while.
Sniper proceeded to clean out the house while you were cleaning yourself up. Soon as he packed important documents he found something. He himself wasn’t their real son. A hollow laugh escaped his lips. Looks like you and him have a few things in common.
Mundy packed everything you would’ve needed into a bag and put them in his van. He also packed the documents of course, in case you two needed them. He already buried his parents. You walked out of your room looking cleansed. Seeing your brother pack things you tilted your head in confusion. Why were you two leaving? Sniper went up to you and patted your head.
“We’ll be on the road for awhile. Anythin ya want ta grab before we leave?”
There was nothing really important you needed other than clothes. The items you had also were just toys, so nothing you needed. You shook your head at him staying silent. Nodding in understanding Mundy then perked up remembering an important subject.
“How old are ya by tha way sheila?” He questioned kneeling down to you once again to be less intimidating.
“I’m 14.” There wasn’t much you wanted to talk about at the moment and Sniper understood that. He was still practically a stranger.
With a satisfied look he stood up and reached out for your hand. Your eyes stared at the offer for awhile before shakily putting your hand in his for him to lead you. You were gently guided to his van and he opened the passenger side, helping you buckle up. When Sniper sat in the drivers side and started the car you finally spoke up.
“Where are we going?” Mundy gave you a small smile.
“We’re goin camping.”
(This will be a full story like yandere Engineer. So get ready!)
