I've been down here for about a month. Of course, I dont technically need to eat, but they do throw some food in here once in a while.
I never touch the shit. I think it may be poisoned.
My shirt has been ripped off weeks ago in blind rage, again. I should get that under control. Maybe take to Sci when I get out.
if I get out.
It's always cold in here, on the gravel floor. Theres not even a bed or a mattress in the cell. I'm forced to sleep on the floor.
Of course I protested for the first two nights, but soon the fatigue took over and I woke up with rock welts in my face.
If only I realized it sooner, I would be out of here. I would be safe and happy in my poly relationship. I wonder of they've forgotten me and move on.
That is what I would do
I've been getting sick of fighting for that relationship. It's too much work for what? Others to be happy? Wheres my happy?
Am I standing in the way of my happy?
The cell door flings open so hard that it bounces back ad hits Horror in the face. He yells in anger aaand does it again before throwing a leg of Toriel at me. No.... thanks?
he grumbles about being late to meet farm and closes the door. I stare at the leg for a moment until it hits me
it only closed it.
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When porcelain is rebuilt
FanfictionInks been living with Dream and Blue for years. Recovering from the trauma he endured. But the bad sanses have other plans
