Different (NaJ x reader)

Time's Almost Up

PJ's POV:

It's been a few days since the creepy encounter with Ashley and that voice... I still have no idea what that was about.

I was in class with Y/N trying to focus but... I can't... The things I heard... The flowers I see on Y/N... I can't help but worry. I told myself I would confess to them but... I don't know what'll happen after and I don't want to cause them more pain if things go wrong... I really don't wanna risk it... But then again... If I don't do it soon, they'll end up leaving anyway..! It's better to take the risk and do it instead of waiting for an answer, right? I'm still scared about how to approach it... Maybe I'll give them a note? Yeah... I'll leave it in their locker so they don't become suspicious of me. That's a good plan... Right? Hopefully... But what to put in the note... "Hmmm..." "Uh... PJ..? Can you pass this to the person behind you..? It's the next assignment we need to do..." Recognizing the voice as Y/N's, I snap back to reality and nod, grabbing the paper, and passing it to the person behind.

That's when I got an idea.
I can just pass them a note? Right? Maybe whisper my question just for good measure? That can help... Right? It's worth a try.

As I'm writing down the question "I like you. Like... Like like you. Ok?" on a piece of paper, someone snatches it out of my hands and when I look up I see the teacher glaring at me. Shit.

"Mr. Paperjam. Would you mind telling me why you are writing down notes during a test?" I look at the paper I received earlier and realize that, oh wait-
We are taking a test! Fuck!

"I- I um..." "Well if you're going to write one down, why not share it with the class?" ... I hate you so much. Why do you do this to me. I take a deep breath and let out a long sigh before standing up, facing Y/N, and with all the willpower I could manage... I turn away and read "I like you. Like... Like like you. Ok?" and then sit back down at my seat as everyone's eyes stare at me, burning imaginary burns onto my bones. Y/N doesn't stare like everyone else though... Their... Their eyes seem soft... Almost saddened... Droopy... When I glance at them again I see a flower sprouting from their eye and despair filled my soul as I looked away, unable to face what I just did to them. How could I be so stupid! I just wanted to tell them I love them but... It was that STUPID TEACHER AND THEIR STUPID LOGIC. Ugh. I shouldn't get mad at them for it. I'll just finish the test and talk to Y/N after the class is over. That should work, right? Yeah, it should. I kept repeating that to myself, trying to make myself feel better about what I just did. But it was just false hope. I know for a fact I won't be able to actually muster up the courage to talk to them in the middle of school. But if I can't talk to them at school, then when...? I mean, they go straight home after school cause they don't go to any clubs or anything. Even their friends just go home. ... Wait. Their friends... Their friends! I can ask their friends if they could pass this note to Y/N! That should work. Right? Yeah. It should. So now I'll just have to wait until I get the chance to talk to them.

Y/N's POV:

When he turned from me and read the letter... I felt... Like something was supposed to happen but... Then he looks at me after reading his note. I started to think of why he would be interested in me, the kid who's literally dying in the middle of class thanks to some stupid flowers. I spaced out wondering why any of this was happening and why I have to deal with the pain that I do now when I feel something piercing my face. Damnit. It's another flower. I attempt to pull it out only to feel immense pain before I stop, not wanting to bleed and worry others. I'll just finish this test first and worry about the flowers later. Mom's supposed to take me to the hospital to check up with the doctor. That should be fun. Definitely not gonna be scared of the pliers and tools that will be sitting next to the patient's bed or anything.

With those threatening thoughts in my head, I push forward with the test, wanting the check-up to be done as quickly as possible so I don't have to worry about it later.

So a teensy tiny time skip cause... I don't like making fictional test questions.

I finished my test and took out my book (whether it be a sketchbook, writing book, or an actual literature book, you take one out.) and start drawing/writing/reading (on) it. I find myself engulfed in the action I am doing at the moment, almost forgetting all worries and anxieties I had once experienced. But... It wasn't for long.

RING RING MOTHER FUCKERS IT'S THE BELL

I sigh in annoyance as I place the book back in my bag and getting ready to leave. I look at the teacher and bid them farewell before heading towards the door. Just before I leave, I look over at PJ and my expression softens from the annoyed and angry face to a more discouraging face. What was the point of looking at me... There was no point. With that depressing thought clouding my mind, I leave the classroom as PJ looks at me in fear.

PJ's POV:
I keep on looking over at Y/N during my test, constantly panicking about what I should do. The obvious thing I should do at the moment is to take the test. But I can't help but get distracted with the thoughts swirling in my head making it hard to concentrate on anything else than the possible solutions I can create with this. But how do I fix something when I keep on messing up...? Also cause of the fact that I don't think I can even look at them in the eyes unless I wanna get a shit load of guilt waves to wash over me. All of this is because of me. I don't know what I should do... Time's almost up and... I have no actual ideas on how to help them. UGH! WHAT DO I DO??? ẇєʟʟ ı ṃєѧṅ... ʏȏȗ ċȏȗʟԀ jȗṡṭ... ṡṭȏƿ ɞєıṅɢ ѧ ẇєѧҡ ѧṡṡ ɞȏʏ ѧṅԀ ṭєʟʟ ṭһєṃ ıṅ ѧ ƿʟѧċє ṭһѧṭ'ṡ ҡıɞԀѧ ṡєċяєṭ. ȏя ʟȏṅєʟʏ. ṃѧʏɞє ɞєһıṅԀ ṭһє ғȏȏṭɞѧʟʟ ċȏȗяṭ'ṡ ɞʟєѧċһєяṡ. ɞȗṭ ṭһєṅ ѧɢѧıṅ. ṭһєʏ ċȏȗʟԀ jȗṡṭ яєjєċṭ ʏȏȗ ẇһıċһ ı ṃєѧṅ... ṭһѧṭ'ṡ ɢȏṅṅѧ ɞє һѧяԀ ғȏя ṭһє ƿʟȏṭ.

The voice is back... It's the same one I heard from back when I talked to Ashley. But... Why are they even helping me? But just the other day the voice was threatening me... Wtf is the voice for anyway??? AND WHAT DOES IT MEAN BY "PLOT"????  But... Once I stop to think about what the voice said, I start to feel the realization settle in. What if they don't come..? Or... I come off too strong???

RING RING AGAIN IT'S NOW THE END OF CLASS BUT IN A DIFFERENT POV

I look up and realize I spent the whole time panicking that I forgot to actually take the test. I quickly scribble as many answers as I can and sit there as the teacher comes to pick them up. I look off in the distance to realize Y/N looking at me with their almost despair-filled expression. Another flower grows on them. Oh Asgore. What happens if... If they don't like me? What happens if something bad happens in this scenario with the bleachers...? I don't even realize what I'm doing but when I return from the realm of the thoughts, I notice that Y/N left the room. I feel the burrowing of my brow bridge as I realize my facial expression was one of fear.

I need to act quick.

A/N:
MMMMMMMMMMMMMWHATISUPMYDUDES. I'm back from the dead, still kicking and not in the ground six feet below. I just wanna say, MERRY HAPPY MONTH OF THE GAYS, NAYS, AND INBETWEENS. It's also, a very late 1 year anniversary of this account! I somehow made this account back in April of 2020. AND ON MY BIRTHDAY! Yeah! It was actually my birthday when I made this account. Quite exciting. Either way, I just wanna give you guys a heads up. Near the end of June, near the 22nd, I will be leaving for a 5-week camp trip. Which... Obviously means even SLOWER UPDATES. Sad. Very sad. Also also, even though it's on current hiatus, my Twitter account houses the QnA thing I probably said as an announcement (I checked and I did.) so if you have the time or patience, please go and look at it if you so wish. Now, idk if it's clear or not but... We're nearing endgame times which means plot becomes messy and I start to panic on how things will work out with the ending I intend to give it. I'm also sorry in advance for any confusion on the ending but, if anyone's wondering, yes, you will have your disease taken away and yes, I know Ashley broke the 4th wall. I literally made her do that. But, other than that, I don't have much else to say so... Happy early school release to you students out there and hope that your summertime (at least where I am) is not going to burn you to a burnt chicken nugget crisp. I'm out.