Undertale Oneshots {Finished} [recreating]

Jock!Pj x depressed!broken!reader [ Edited ]

Info:

[ Name ] was a 9th Grader at a school at Underhigh, you were a newly transferee from the school. You only had your Foster Dad to take care of you, its your first day of school Tomorrow. What events does this new school had in store for you?

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" [ Name ]! Dinner's ready! " you hear your dad shout from down stairs, you got off your bed feeling all weak and tired. As you wobbled your way to the kitchen, stumbling at the process but good thing your dad didnt saw it. You sat down on the table as a [ Fav. Meal ] was served, you looked at it for a while before you started to eat it " Same old [ Fav. Meal ] " you thought eating the meal chewing it so you won't choke infront of your dad, while you ate you couldn't help but feel helpless over something but you didnt know what it was that your helpless for. Your dad grabbed [ Fav. Drink ] in the fridge as he served it to you, which you took without hesitation " [ Name ], it's your first day of school tomorrow. You better get ready so you won't get late, kay? " your father said in such a calm tone that you only nodded.

You wished that your mind was that Calm, Demons really filled up in your Head that you dont know who are you anymore. Your dad was always there for you though, he took you to doctors but they said you were Fine and gave you some pills to help you smile again. But that's not always the case the pills doesn't even help you whatsoever but you kept drinking it for the sake of your dad smiling at you, hoping for the best you'll be alright again. After you finally finished you quickly wash the dishes which ended up with you breaking the plate you were washing, your father heard this from the living room as he rushed to your aid " I'll go get the broom, dont get hurt okay? " your father said concerned sa he got up to go get the broom from the basement " Dont get hurt okay? " those words lingered inside you head, as you look at your [ Dominant hand ] hand as you saw a cut. The bleeding wasnt intense, just the blood was trickling down your skin.

Panic.

You panicked, not waiting your father seeing blood for good heavens he had a phobia with seeing blood. You quickly got up walk to the sink washing off the blood, there was still visible blood markings. When you were about to go to the living room to get Alcohol and Some cotton your father returned with a broom and a dustbin, as he started to sweep the broken plate on the floor as you looked at him with your adrenaline pumping within you not wanting him to see you hurt and most importantly blood.

When your father was finished he looked at you his eyes hinding confusion " Why are you staring, [ Name ]? Did somethinh happened? " he asked confusion and care in his voice as you were pulled out from your thoughts, still a bit shaken you Smiled " I-its nothing Dad, just thinking about for tomorrow.. " you said not making eye contact as you feel pained smiling again, it was like your body and mind didnt want you to gain Happiness. Your father Smiled at you his eyes filled with light and hope " Thats great my Dear, go on. You need to go sleep now, it's getting dark. " he said as he countinued the dishes instead of you finishing it, walking to your room you cant help but feel weak.

Once in your [ Fav. Color ] room you cant help but lock the door and look at your [ Dominant hand ] hand, the blood stain still there. You go to your bathroom as you grabbed some Alcohol and cotton from the drawer as you douse the cotton with Alcohol you cant help but feel, scared. Why were you scared? You brushed your scared feeling off as you carefully cleaned the blood stain that sticker on your skin when the cut was made, you feel helpless and yet you dont know why. As you were cleaning the cut, you accidentally pushed to hard as the alcohol had seeped on your cut which made you Groan in pain.