Hey everyone, interested in an undertale rp? Kik me tori_castellano for roles :D
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You walked home with Sans and Papyrus, both of them giving you strange looks and whispering to each other. Papyrus unlocked the door, and you ran in to your room and locked the door behind you.
Both Sans and Papyrus tried knocking for you, but you refused to even respond. Sans seemed extremely worried. "c-cmon kid... please don't be scared. we just want to talk to you. please.."
But nobody came.
A few hours after Papyrus gave up and left for work, you started crying. You felt that they wouldn't want to be friends with you, when they'd found out you could talk... that you were just an inconvenience to them, making them learn a whole new language just to talk to you, even for basic needs. How could you have been so foolish to lose control for even a short period of time around your new and only friends? You turned around and sobbed in to your pillow as the memories came flooding back.
Abuse warning. Skip the memories if you need to.
You were only a year old and had normal progressions. You were walking around now, and much more independent than other one year olds that you knew. You had to find some way to stay alive, right? Even if that meant changing your whole sleep schedule around your parents so you could climb out of your crib and sneak downstairs to dig some food out of the garbage can or off of plates or open leftovers. You learned how to change your own diapers instead of spending days in dirty ones like your parents made you either from their neglect or as a punishment.
One day your mom came home from the bar, obviously drunk out of her mind. You had smiled to her, and said "hi mama." Since she never interacted with you unless she had to, she hadn't heard you ever speak. In a drunken state of shock, a realization hit her that since you could talk, you could tell someone that you were your parents personal punching bag. She pcked you up and threw you down in to the cellar down a long flight of stairs with a concrete landing. You broke your arm and began to cry. "NEVER, EVER, EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN." She then locked the door and made you spend the night with the rats and the cold.
Ever since then, you didn't bother talking. You of course learned how to, you practiced in private, but you wouldn't be caught dead talking to other people. Not even people your own age. The only time you talked was when you sang, because you couldn't easily sign the lyrics and be understood.
You realized that you were shaking. Wiping away the tears, you started to feel the numbness you felt only before...
No. You weren't going to do this. You had control...
No you didn't.
You weren't quite aware that you were standing until you were. You walked over to your backpack and dug through before finding your pocket knife. You began to slide it over your wrists, counting mentally to yourself. You hit a vein and cried out in pain. Sans heard you and become absolutely frantic. "frisk!?frisk are you okay!? frisk, please let me in!"
Your door then flew off the hinges and a terrified looking sans stood in the door way. "k-kiddo...?" He came over and saw your shredded wrist. "oh k-kiddo..." He picked you up and took you in to the bathroom and started cleaning your wrist. You noticed him muttering things to himself like "cant protect anyone" and "worthless failure". You wanted to comfort him, but you were so emotionally drained from the night that even trying to move hurt your very soul. You started to sob again. He bandaged your wrist and picked you up, letting your head rest on his shoulder. He took you in his messy room and put you on the mattress and tucked you in. "you're staying in here for a few nights. you've lost your privacy privileges." He kissed you on the forehead and turned out the lone flashlight on his keychain."you're a weird kid... absolutely fucking brilliant, but really fucking strange." he put his arm around you and held you close. "night kiddo. papyrus and i love you." You fell asleep to the sound of sans gently crying.