***Hello, everyone! I actually finished this chapter yesterday, but my Internet was being a pain and didn't work until today. Now, I am required by common sense to put a trigger warning for a suicide attempt, suicidal thoughts, and mentions of insanity. Just to be safe. Anyways, you know the drill. Toby Fox owns his stuff, I own mine, and let's roll into it!

Chapter Six: Patience

Leah Tomlin was technically insane.

She had gone to a psychiatrist for two years, until she turned seven. At last, her family seemed to give up on her. They shipped her off to what was called a mental facility, but was pretty much an insane asylum. She was aware of what made her "special", even on the surface.

If special meant extremely unnerving to be around.

Her eyes, one being gray and one being blue. Although she generally kept them hidden behind the bangs of her long, coffee-colored hair, you could seem to just tell when she was looking at you. The fact that she had a blue, faded ribbon tied around her neck at all times to hide a scar from a knife that she had given herself when she was small.

Above all, the fact that she always had a toy knife to somewhat satiate her love of real knives. Yes, she was beyond how insane any ten-year-old should've been.

Technically.

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After three years, the mental facility eventually decided that they could do nothing else with Leah. So, they had to send her back to her house. As much of a sociopath as she was, she preferred her house over her boring room at the asylum. So, she went inside, dragging her suitcase behind her.

"Where are the knives..." she mumbled, digging around in the silverware drawer.

"Welcome home."

She stopped her search and turned around. There stood her brother, who had eight years on her, named Jay. "What do you want?" Leah asked.

"You were locked for three years in the nut house. Can't a brother say hello?" Jay asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, shut up. They just sent me home because they couldn't fix me," Leah said.

"That's why Mom and Dad didn't want you," Jay said flatly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a flask, taking a swig from it. "Good stuff."

Leah rolled her eyes. "I know they didn't want me. I know I was an accident. Shut up about it, or I'll stab you," she threatened.

"With a toy? I'd like to see you try. Besides, Mom told me she'd really like to stab you for a change. And Dad agreed," Jay said.

"That's nothing new, now, is it? Never came for a visit. Never came for a birthday, or a holiday. Never even called," Leah growled.

"Because you lost all your marbles years ago," Jay snorted, going back to his drinking.

Leah went back to the kitchen, digging through the drawers. Until she pulled out a steak knife. She slowly licked the edge of the knife, grinning maniacally. "If you all want me dead, then fine. I'll go take care of that myself! I'll even do it far away, so you don't have to clean up my body or bury it or anything," she said.

"Y'know, I ain't cleaning up your blood," Jay said.

Leah walked over to him. "Oh, my dear brother. I'm not using this knife of myself," she said, running her fingers along the blade.

"Then... who?" Jay asked. Now, he was starting to get nervous.

Especially when Leah met his blue eyes with her heterochromatic ones and said, "Take a guess."

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After cleaning herself of the blood as to not raise suspicions, Leah know what she had to do. She took her trusty toy knife-that and the ribbon around her neck were two things she wanted to die with-and took a silent trek up to the top of Mt. Ebott. When she did, she looked into the chasm down below.

If I die right now, then nobody will even care.

So, she walked off the edge and fell down.

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"Hello? Can you hear me?"

Leah's eyes snapped open at the unfamiliar voice. She saw a goat standing over her, and she was wide awake. So, she took her toy knife and tried to stab at him blindly.

The goat sidestepped. "Whoa! Calm down! I don't wanna hurt you!" he said.

Leah stopped and tried to get a better glimpse of what was in front of her. A goat child, one wearing a striped sweater and a kind face. "Sure," Leah muttered sarcastically.

"You act like one of my sisters. I think you'd really like her. Don't worry, she's human," the goat assured. "Who are you?" Leah snapped, holding out her knife.

"Asriel Dreemurr. Who are you?" Asriel asked. "Leah Tomlin. An official psycho. And I've reached the point where I don't even care about it," Leah said flatly.

"Well, everyone in my family's a little different," Asriel said brightly. Leah looked down and ran her fingers down the blade of her toy knife. "A little different. Right," she mumbled. But she was surprised to hear the next question.

"Can I see your eyes?"

She looked up. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Yeah! I wanna see," Asriel insisted.

So, Leah brushed up her bangs to show her eyes. "Well?" she asked. Asriel just stared for a few moments. "They look so cool! I've never seen a person with two different colors in their eyes before!" he exclaimed.

"No... no one's ever said that about my eyes before," Leah said, dropping her bangs. "I think they're so cool!" Asriel said.

Leah actually smiled. "W... wow."

***I know nothing about crazy people or asylums or things like that, just yet another disclaimer. This was probably my favorite chapter to write so far, in all honesty. Now that I've reached the end of all of the OC children, I want you guys to see if you can pick out which three were named after YouTubers. Because I went there. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!