Undying love (slimecicle x reader)

chapter 3

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TW:Swearing

I woke up to guards dragging Charlie back and him screaming my name. It took a while for my hearing to come back and everything to adjust. But that took a long. A little too long. I was being carried by the one and only, Philza. How annoying.

I look back to see Charlie crying and a bit of blood. He was on the flood, helpless. I knew I was going to be scolded later but I wanted to help Charlie.

(Present time)

"Father please, I must go out. It's a festival about my own mother for crying out loud. I haven't even seen a picture of her since I was born!"

"Don't yell at your father like that young lady/man! The last time you went out you were four. And you also escaped!"
He spoke back to me. He started to yell some other shit. It didn't matter anyway.

(So basically at the start, Philza is a bad father figure rn. I don't know if I want him to be a bad father throughout this whole story.)

"Father, you must understand that was sixteen years ago! I'm literally 20! You let your son, Wilbur, move out at a young age to create a nation. And you let Tommy come with him at 16 years old! You let Techno go as well to make God knows what and possibly commit arson!"

It was silent after I screamed. No one wanted to talk. No one dared to talk. I've never had a good relationship with Wilbur's dad. Before and after I escaped.

Before he didn't really care about me. I was just a child. An unspoken child. Someone that was always out of the family picture. I wasn't even put in our family tree or in the books about us. I was non-existent. And my father wanted to keep it that way.

After the escape, he became more protective over me. He never let me go outside. The only place where I could get sunlight is the balcony. Yet someone had to always watch over me. Otherwise, it was locked. Nevertheless, I was still determined. Determined to get my freedom and have a good life.

He was so protective and didn't want me to be seen that he literally kept me in my room when someone came over. He said that I was 'Too pretty for someone to see' or 'They might kidnap me or try to marry me'. I don't give a shit. At least they would get me away from here.

Even though I never went to school, I had over the average person's IQ- unlike my father. But this escape was pretty simple. I managed to make a secret door behind a bookshelf in the library. I would usually go there when someone came over or to relax. Philza never knew of it.

So when someone comes over, which is very common around this time because of the festival, I will go into my spot and hide for a bit. Once it's the right time, I will just sneak out. And if the doors don't work, then I'll do what the butler did for Sir Billiam when he wouldn't get through the door. Break the window. very simple!

I've read a lot about this 'Sir Billiam' man. I find him quite humorous. His silly humour reminded me of someone else. Someone that made me laugh as well. (AHEEMMMMM. I WONDERRRRR. DEFINITELY NOT SLIME MANZ.)

But the memory has degraded through the years. I kept a little book for my memories. That didn't help that much. Especially when Philza threw it away. I had to rewrite all that I could remember. Thus meaning I lost a big chunk of the memories I was supposed to have. I supposedly lost my memories of a woman that was most likely my mother. I forgot what she looked like. It would help me if Philza let me out and see a figure or a statue of her.