The hard life (Sansxreader) COMPLETED

Chapter 1: Things Change

Welp, here's another chapter. Hope you like it! Oh and the underlined words are supposed to be emphasized.

P.S. this chapter mentions and contains slight swearing and violence, if not your style, leave. You've been warned.

F/N: Father's name

M/N: Mother's name

E/C: Eye color

N/N: Nickname

H/C: Hair color

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Y/n P.O.V.

It's been two years. Two years since Frisk ran up the mountain and disappeared. Two years when Mother stopped talking and eating; one year since she died. I stopped talking about six months ago, even though I was quiet to begin with, I turned silent after Mother died. After Frisk went down the mountain, my parents forgot about me. I starved some nights, and my birthday went by, forgotten. I never got to go past the castle grounds, that dream also, quickly forgotten. I would've became insane if not for two people, Mystery, the chief, and Tavish, a royal guard. (Myst and Tav for short) I quietly sighed, and walked down the quiet, long hallway. My father suspiciously called me down to his office today, and that doesn't mean a good sign. Ever since Mother died, he's been acting even more harsh than he did before Frisk died. Instead of just keeping me in the dungeon, he would repeatedly beat me, with a scarf on my face, so no one could hear my screams. I quickly wiped my face, noticing the tears falling, and stopped in front of Father's office. I quietly knocked, my long, black, fingerless, silk gloves tapping the cherry wood, towering door.

"Ah Y/n. Nice to see you again, please come in." I stood in shock. He never was formal, or this nice to me before.

"Scared? I won't hurt you come on in." His eyes gleamed. I knew if I didn't listen to him, I would get hurt, so grudgingly, I hesitantly stepped inside, only to hear the door slam behind me.

I snapped my head around, and tried to reopen it, but all my trials failed. So, knowing this was going to be a looooooong chat, I slowly turned around, fixed the black veil on my head, and took a seat across from my father at his desk.

F/n's P.O.V. (Wow not 3rd person for once.)

I smirked when I saw Y/n sit across from me, a gloomy frown on her tear streaked face. If she wasn't who she was, I would probably feel sorry for her. I let my eyes graze over her. Her old, shining e/c eyes were now a dull gray. Her f/c dress turned to a thin, silk black one. Her smile was changed into a frown, with a black, plastic-like fabric veil that had small, black roses going across the middle, like a small crown hiding her h/c hair. Her small, frail, hands were in her lap with black, fingerless gloves over them. If I didn't know better, you would think she's actually mine and M/n's daughter, and that she was grieving. But a thing like her can't feel, only kill things that other people love and care about.

"Well Y/n, you're turning eighteen in a few days--"

"Oh so you finally noticed my birthday? After TWO YEARS?!" Her fists started to clench in her lap.

I grabbed her by her throat, and seethed, "If you raise your voice one more time at me you worthless brat, I'll make sure your next few weeks will be a living hell."

That quickly shut her up. Red marks started to form where my hand was, and I knew it would be bruised later on. I knew I better start talking before she refuses to listen, or do something worse.

"Listen, you're almost an adult, and your princess elegance lessons stopped two years ago. A few days ago, I got a letter in the mail, and it has come to my decision to talk to you about it."