Sometimes I think back to a few years ago.
The grass shined with mildew and I could eat or drink when and what I wanted, I could wear what I wanted or talk to whoever I wanted.
I wanted so much, monsters can be selfish like that.
Never did I feel cold and alone in a warm room filled with monsters I loved.
It was spring in the AU we all met up in.
Me and my ex-best friends.
Sci, Blueberry, and Outer.
Sure we all came from drastically different AU's but we clicked.
Like a bustling flame that never extinguished, never was too hot, and was just right.
Regardless they were talking to me about maybe getting with Swap Dream.
He was tall, fairly handsome, and a gentleman to all and he occasionally flirted with me so why not?
If I was being honest, sure he was good looking but I didn't want a relationship.
It didn't matter though, they still convinced me into that stupid date that started this all.
It doesn't matter anymore, does it?
I don't have any problems anymore.
I don't have anything anymore.
I have no friends and nothing that I wear, eat or even the house I live in is mine.
Swap Dream controls those aspects of my life, all I have is my thoughts.
Even then, he practically owns my body too so are thoughts really excluded in the grand scheme of things?
Swap Dream sits in the room with me reading as I sit on the couch and reflect, I feel cold and alone in a warm room with the man I love.
I love him.
I have to love him.
YOU ARE READING
Isn't this a lonely house I live in? ꒰Swap!Dream X Swap!Fell Sans ꒱
Fanfiction"Never did I feel cold and alone in a warm room filled with monsters I loved.." Basically me psychoanalyzing the toxic relationship between Swap Dream and SwapFell Red Sans. ˳⊹ ;; ❝ Content warning! ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: • Forced Relationship • Stockholm Syndr...
