Love For Negativity [Nightmare! Sans x Female Reader]

Killer Mood

[Filler chapter, full of Y/N angst angst sad sad because I'm feeling like a total failure.
AT SCHOOL.
The feeling is indescribable.
so I'm dumping my emotions into this one, distracting myself.
Also Warning: Suicidal thoughts, Killer!Sans 😰]

They were being loud again.
The voices belonged to nothing yet everyone.
A constant reminder of what I was.

I buried my face into the pillow, trying to find comfort, but it just got worse each second.
I shouldn't be surprised, this place reeks of negativity.

One said I was weird.
One said I was pathetic.
One said I was unplanned.
One said I was a failure.
One said I was useless.
A good for nothing.

What I was here doesn't mean shit, no matter where I was, I would always be an ant, a pawn of something bigger and important, in this vast Multiverse. I was merely a human with no specialty, nothing to be adored for, to be proud of.

Why was I born this way?
Why was I destined to live a life such as this?
Everytime I prayed, it never got answered. I kept on begging for nothing.

Why did I exist? What good I did? What did they expected?

I feel thirsty.

I left the bed and exited the room before heading to the kitchen.
The air smelt so nice.

I wasn't in my right mind.

"Shut up."

They didn't, they just kept on screaming, yelling and shouting.

I arrived at the kitchen and took time glancing at the utensils.
A knife.
Maybe if I left, they wouldn't be bothered by me anymore.
Maybe if The Multiverse Collision was true, maybe I could make more space if I was gone.
I could be useful for once. After all, no one truly wanted me for a good reason, right?
Better people exist, they could replace me. Hell, everyone would move on and forget about me.
I was just a tiny speck.
A small bubble that would pop in any moment in the middle of the ocean.
So why bother trying to be better when no one would bat an eye?

I reached out for the knife, settling for the painful way to go. That was what a person like me deserve, right? That was what I deserve.

I couldn't wait to see my sister once again, wait for me sis.

"Y/N?"

I flinched at the sudden call of my name, the voice belonged to Killer.
Oh, fuck.

"Heyyy, Killer..."

"Oh, shit. Your voice damn raspy, what's up? Did you sucked his cock for hours?"

He joked, I pretended to laugh... Well, I failed miserably.

"... Haha... Seriously, though. What's up, what'cha doin' in the kitchen?"

"... Just..! About to clean the plates..! Haha.."

"Huh? You did that last night, it's all damn clean! There's nothing to washy washy." Killer pointed out, rising a bone-brow.

"Oh! Haha, I forgot.."

"Why are you avoiding eye contact?"

How the hell did he caught it so fast?