Broken Bones and Bruised Flowers

Chapter 3: Boss, why do you hate me?

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

This chapter contains:
•Abuse
•Self Harm
•Suicide attempt

You have been warned

}Fell's POV{
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When Blue took me back home, Boss was sitting on the couch. I knew something was off. I knew...
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I was gonna get beat the shit out of me.
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My anxiety rose as I shut the door to our cold home. "H-hi Boss..!" I said, my voice stuttering from fear. Boss looked at me, his eyes piercing into my cracked soul, and I gulped. He got up and growled as his hands were in fists. "Come here. Now." He said, his voice cold. I nodded and went up to him, my soul pounding faster. In a snap, he grabbed my collar an lifted me up, growling more. "You damn mutt! You know not to run away from your Boss! And yet you did and stayed with that itty bitty Blue." "I-I'm sorry, Boss! I-I don't know what came over me, p-please put me down!" I said, tearing up. Boss threw me to the ground, pressing his foot against my chest. "Does it look like I give any fuck about what you say? Sans, you are worthless! Now repeat after me. I am a lazy asshole," "I-I am a lazy a-asshole..." "That doesn't know shit," "that d-doesn't know shit..." "And that is a waist of fucking space!" "A-and that is a waist o-of fucking space."
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"Good. Now go to your damn room. You're not eating for 5 whole days." Boss said and I got out from underneath his foot. I then ran off to my room. Once I got there, thoughts filled my mind. No food for 5 days? I’m not gonna last that long… “W-why do you hate me, Papyrus..?” I muttered. I then went to my bed as I started to feel light-headed. I sat down on my shredded mattress, groaning softly. Then I thought…
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Why do I exist?
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Is Boss right? Am I really a waste of space? I looked at the pocket knife on my dresser. It was a gift from the Frisk in my AU. It had a scarlet red handle and a pre-sharpened blade as if it was just sharpened. I grabbed the knife and opened it, taking my hoodie off, and seeing my arms.
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I think they need a little decoration.
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I pressed the sharp blade onto my arm, then quickly slashed it. After a little, blood started to form in the shallow cut. “One, for my brother who despises me…” I made another one, deeper than the first. More blood came and I smiled. “Two, for all the things people think of me…” I made one after another, each one having a reason why they were there.
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15 cuts.
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15 problems about me. I looked at all the cuts, each deeper than another. The blood, seeping out of the cuts, made me smile. Seeing the blood seep out of my arm, feeling cold air hit them and make my arm tingle, it all felt amazing. I sighed, placing the pocket knife down onto the dresser, and opening my top dresser drawer. It was filled with socks and boxers, all mine. I dug through it and saw a box. I grabbed it, opened it, and saw a rope, tied in a specific way.
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It was a nuse.
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Just for me. I grinned as I grabbed the nuse and pulled it out. “Is today the day? Is today finally the day my shitty suffering ends?” I asked myself. I thought for a second, then smiled.
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“Yeah.”
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I went to my desk, and wrote a note.
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“If you are reading this, then I’m probably dead. I've suffered long enough that I am giving up. If you want to find my god-forsaken body, or dust if my suicide goes right, then I am in the woods, near the ruins doors. Just take a left, and there, you’ll either see a nuse with my dust below it or if I’m not lucky, you’ll see me just ready to hang myself. Why am I doing this, you may ask? Well… if you’re my Papyrus, turn to the back. It’ll say everything you did to me. If you are anyone else, then just think about it. You’ve probably called me an asshole, a jackass, you probably made me suffer when you didn’t realize I was already in pain… but if you’re Blue. Then… I think you were the loveliest, most wonderful skeleton in the multiverse. You, unlike others, actually cared for me. I was too afraid to say this, fearing you’d hate me after, that I love you. More than a friend. And I never wanted to say that because I thought I’d lose you. I have autophobia. Fear of being alone. So yeah. I wish you all well, and I hope you’re happier with me, possibly gone.

-Fell Sans”
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Perfect. I got up, put my hoodie on, left the note, and left my room. I looked around, making sure Papyrus wasn’t around, and as the coast was clear, I ran out the house, rope in hand. After a little, I got to my spot and smirked. The perfect hanging tree was right in front of me. I then set up the rope and everything, and when it was finished, I sighed as I stared at the rope. “I’m really gonna do this. I-I’m finally gonna be free.” I said to myself, tearing up. “Never thought I’d say that.” I then went up to the nuse opening and grabbed the hole. Right as I was about to put it over my neck, I heard a voice behind me.
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B-Blue..?
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“Fell, don’t do it, please!!” He cried. I looked at him and teared up more as he wasn’t alone. “Blue..? B-Boss?” I said as Boss was right behind him. Blue ran up to me and hugged me tightly, making me stumble back slightly. I was shocked at how fast someone actually came. Blue started to sob in my shoulder as he gripped my hoodie. I was shaking from the sudden surprise and my arms subconsciously hugged Blue back. Boss… he seemed…
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Scared.
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Like he was worried. Was he worried about me? No that couldn’t be possible…
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Right?
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“Sans, I’m so glad you’re ok!” He said. Holy shit… “W-what..?” “Listen, I’m so sorry about everything I did to you. I never wanted to but because of the world we live in, I had to. I-I’m so sorry, brother…” I heard. I couldn’t believe it. Boss? Calling me brother? “B-Boss, I-” “Please Sans. Call me brother. Unless we’re in public.” and I nod. Blue let go of me as I went to Papyrus. Papyrus looked at me with tired eyes. I hugged him gently, smiling more. “I missed you, bro.” and I felt him start to… cry. He hugged back tightly, but not too tight, and he gripped my hoodie. “I-I’m so sorry, brother! I’ll take better care of you, I promise, just please don’t leave me!” “I-I won’t bro. Don’t cry, please.”
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I guess my suffering did end… but not the way I expected. I’m glad.