●~My Prisoner~● [UF!Papyrus x Fem!Reader]

●~Prologue~●

Life has been weighing you down; You live in a horrible corrupted world with brutal people, merciless motherfuckers.

You vividly remember both your parents died in a very gory car crash that you totally wish to unsee... The truck driver knew that ya'll were coming, yet he moved during the red light and ran over them with no remorse... you hope he's dead.

Because of that, you are now an 18-year-old slave to your rich aunt and her wretched spoiled children, ironically a Cinderella moment that probably would never end.

You get gashed and whipped if you do one wrong thing and her children were spoilt fucking bitches, blaming you for everything, trying their best to get you in trouble.

Even the hired maids look down at you and spit wherever you walk, how inhumane, how disrespectful. If you could, you'd snap their necks with no guilt. Unfortunately, your parents raises you well to be a good hearted little girl... so you could never bring yourself to do it.

This is the cruel world you live in. Mistreated, enslaved and enraged.

Tiredly, you walked back to your room; a small space littered with cobwebs and cracked walls. The absence of a proper bed caused you to just slept on the dusty floor nightly, whilst a small washroom and a dusty closet was ''greatfully' gifted to you... or so they say... to keep the remainder of your ripped clothes.

Your skin was dirty and bloody as the scars from the whips and the gashes throb in pain, mostly on your back since you constantly wipe the floor of the house.

Obviously, you couldn't handle it anymore. Walking out of your room into the hall, you shouted: "I will burn this house down and commit suicide! I'm taking you down with me bitches!"

Everyone could hear you

Your aunt cackled as she scoffed at you and said "Go ahead. The house will have one less maid, but it doesn't matter since this maid was worth losing"

You were bitter. You changed out of your maid outfit since you didn't want to die in that pathetic piece of shit. You wore your (F/C) long-sleeved shirt, skinny jeans and your boots before looking for a matchstick in a nearby drawer.

They thought you were joking, but boy were they wrong... motherfuckers didn't know what was coming

Eagerly, you, strikes the match and lit ten unsuspecting curtain on fire; the flame slowly creeping up the antique furniture and priceless paintings.

"J'espère que vous pourrissez dans les fosses les plus profondes de l'enfer, les salopes." You muttered in anger.

(It means: I hope you rot in the deepest pits of hell, bitches.)

After the house was flaming to a point that water couldn't even put it out, you jumped out the window and ran to Mount Ebott, where no one can hear you scream. Rumours say that those who venture there, never come out alive.

Now, you did reconsider, why don't I just go find another loving place to live? Then you remembered: humans don't work like that. A soft hearted person would surely die one way or another, so there was no point.

Survival of the fittest, or so they say, as you found a deep hole to fall into, where no one would find your body

"Amazing. A convenient hole to end my miserable life." You said in sarcasm as you felt rage boiling from your very soul.

You turned aroundn, back facing the abyss as you closed your eyes and had a deep thought:

"If I don't end my life now, others will hunt me down and make me a slave again, maybe worst! This world isn't ment for me... let's see when I end up."

You didn't hesitate.

You Jumped