A knock is at the door, you hear his voice from behind. "hey kiddo, ya in there?"
It's been a couple hours since the, well, 'face smack'
"kid please let me in"
You sit there, a steak knife in your right hand and blood trickling from your left wrist. It would seem that you've been busy. Several cuts going horizontally, each one deeper than the last.
"(y/n)..."
"I, I'm s-sorry"
You finally sob out, the tears land on your wrist, burning the cuts. You don't mind.
"can I come in?"
"...Sure"
He walks in, and his permanent smile is gone. Not so permanent if you ask me, but nevertheless it is gone. You have tucked away both the knife and your wrist, yet he saw the knife.
His eye beams a bright blue and sweat comes down his, uh, 'temples'.
His eyes go black
"kid... show me your hands..."
You are hesitant, but under the circumstances, you don't refuse. You put your hands on the now stained red blanket. There is more blood than you thought, the sight of what you did in blind depression sickens you.
Sans shouts to his brother
"Papy! Do We Have Any Bandages!?"
He replies immediately
"YES! BUT WHATEVER FOR?"
"(y/n)... Fell and cut herself on accident"
Papyrus brings the bandages to sans outside of the room, sans then comes in and starts treating the cuts.
"why"
"Huh?"
"why did ya do this kiddo?"
"..."
You remain silent...
...you wish you could stay silent...
...forever...
