*sad! Be careful! And they are humans here...:( sorry.
Alphys had noted (y/n)'s descent into depression. She sang about it. Now, at her funeral, she sang that song again.
"There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who I swear I've never seen
Do anything but laugh
She's tall and she's smart
Beautiful and strong
And when someone's down
She tries to fix what is wrong
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough."
Alphys took a shaky breath.
"There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's eyes are glazed over
like newly cut glass
The ghost of a smile
Hints at her face
And she laughs as they tell her
"Who's on First Base"
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough."
She moved her glasses up her pale nose and bit her lip.
"There is a girl
In the front of my class
Who's sad that you find it rare
to see her smile or laugh
Her frends tells her jokes
Like tthat one with the guy
But all she does is close her eyes
and enter her mind
How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...
How does someone so loving,
Learn to hate her own guts?
Drawing a picture on her arms with a blade
As if her mind isn't dark enough
For her imperfections..."
Alphys felt warm drops of water fall down her face, down her freckles and past her buck teeth. This part was when she always cried.
"There was a girl
In the front of my class
Who yesterday took
The breath that was her last..
She wrote a few notes:
I'm sorry, didn't say,
but my mind was messed up,
You couldn't save me anyway..
And to the girl in the back of the class,
Who feels the way I did....
'How does someone so perfect,
Feel so insecure?
As to scar her skin with cuts and burns
And still want to hurt more...'"
Alphys touched the old scars on her arm. She had stopped now. Her tears fell onto the podium, as Sam(Sans), Patrick(Papyrus), Metta and Undyne went to hold her hand and sit her down. Toriel went up to give her euology. Alphys wondered why (y/n) did this.
Why her love did this.
