Undertale: Singularity(Male reader x undertale)

Revelation

POV 3RD

Faced with your old room door, you hesitated for a moment before reaching out with your right hand. The doorknob was cold under your fingers as you twisted it, expecting the door to swing open

Click~

A faint clicking sound came from the door, but it didn't open. Frustration bubbled up inside you as you tried to force the door open.

Click~ Click~ Click~

Y/N: "Seems like the door is jammed somehow."

You stepped back, examining the door. Years of neglect must have warped the wood, making it stubbornly refuse to open. not wanting to be thwarted by a stuck door, you leaned in, putting more force into your next attempt.

The door creaked slightly, but it still wouldn't budge. The unease that had been gnawing at you since you arrived intensified.

With a deep breath, you gave the door one last, forceful push. It finally creaked open, allowing you to wedge your fingers in and pull it the rest of the way.

The room was dark, the air thick with dust and the scent of old memories. Moonlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Covered furniture stood like ghosts in the corners, untouched since the day you left.

Y/N: "Just like I left it," you whispered, stepping further into the room.

POV Y/N

As I crossed the threshold, the room seemed to close in around me. My eyes landed on the bed, and a flash of my younger self sitting there played before me.

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[Flashback]

Father: "I'm done with this, woman. Enough is enough." he screamed

Mother: "Done? What about me? I'm the one who does all the work around here!" she responded

I was just a kid, too small to take sides, too scared to intervene. They were in the middle of one of their countless arguments-the last one, as it would turn out. My father walked out after that night, leaving me and mother alone.

The loneliness ate away at her, turning her love into something twisted. With no one else to turn to, she poured all her pent-up anger and misplaced affection onto me. But, back then, I couldn't see it that way. She was all I had left.

[End Flashback]

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The closet door swung shut with a creak, snapping me back to the present.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the memory. The anger and fear from those nights still felt fresh, as if no time had passed. I moved to the closet, opening it slowly. Inside hung my old clothes, now aged and crumbling, remnants of a life I left behind.

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[Flashback]

As the nights dragged on, her advances became harder to ignore. The lines between love and something darker blurred. At first, I didn't think much of it-too shocked, too clueless to understand.

It wasn't immediate. The first night, she just sat by my bed, crying. The second night, she asked for a hug, her touch lingering a bit too long. Each night after that, it escalated-a kiss on the cheek that became a kiss on the lips, a hand on my shoulder that drifted lower. It went on like that for months, until one night...