Despair - Undertale x Male reader

Finally Done With it All

After bumping into two strange girls, Y/N makes his way to class, keeping his head down and trying to keep a low profile so no one notices him. Even with his past, most tend to overlook him when he walks by them, and sometimes even when he's standing right next to them. Most would see this uncanny ability as a problem, but to Y/N? It's usually a blessing in disguise....until he runs into Korren.

Y/N trips over someone's foot, and just barely uses his hands to catch himself before he hits the floor. He glances over to the person responsible, and to no one's surprise...

Korren: "You should really watch where you goin, man. You're gonna hurt yourself one day."

Y/N takes a deep breath and looks back at the floor, attempting to stand up before Korren steps on his hand, putting a majority of his weight into his foot. Voices start to whisper in Y/N's head.

....We can take him.

Take off his head.

Cut his throat and watch him bleed.

Bleed.

Bleed.

BlEeD.

Bleed.

LET US OUT.

Y/N: "Leave me alone...."

Korren kneels down, stepping on Y/N's hand even harder.

Korren: "Say that again, Freak."

Kill.
Kill him.
We can do it.
Let us out.
We can end this.
No more pain.

No more hate.

No more Korren.

No more Despair.

END HIM END HIM END HIM END HIM

Y/N: "Leave me alone..." (Get the fuck out of my head!)

"Yo Korren! Where you at??"

A loud voice booms through the hallway, taking Korren's attention.

Korren: "....Fuckin weirdo."

Korren stands up, looking down at Y/N with disgust before walking away from and leaving him on the ground.

Y/N struggles to breathe for a second, but soon manages to regain his focus and drown out the voices.

He looks up, seeing everyone just walk past him while he remains on the floor, none of them even noticing he was there as they subconsciously walk around him. Just like usual...no one noticed him. No one cared.

Y/N looks back down at the floor. He doesn't get up...because why should he? It's not like anyone would notice anyway. They're too busy looking at their phone, or talking to their friends, or getting to class. Who has time for the loser who can't even muster up enough strength to pick himself off the goddamn floor...?

"....You good, dude?"

Y/N immediately sits up upon hearing the voice. Standing in front of him was one of the girls from this morning.