My love (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Chapter 2: My life was spent dying

Your POV
I saw Bill click his fingers and I knew something was going to happen to me and it did I blacked out.
I wake up slowly to the sound of fire.
'Oh god he is waiting isn't he?' I think.
Then I hear something walk over to me. It stopped and I feel a hand but it is bigger than it should have on my arm and I hissed in pain.
"Are you awake?" The thing asked " It's Okay I won't hurt you."
I open my eyes and see another human being he had grey hair with a small bit of brown still showing and black clothes.
"Please don't take me back to Bill." I say on the verge of tears.
"No! I promise I won't." They say with a sympathetic look.
"Thank you." I say wiping tears from my eyes.
"What were you doing with that thing anyway?" He asks
"Long story..."
"We have until you have the strength to move again which could be awhile."He says as a small smile was offered.
"Ok. But I want to know your name before I go telling you my life story."
"Oh, I'm Stanford Pines."
"I'm (Y/N) and I don't think I have a last name. And even if I did I wouldn't know it." I say laughing slightly but it turned to coughing soon after. I had gotten used to it, the coughing fits that came from laughter but Stanford looked like he had never seen someone have a coughing fit because of the slightest of giggles.
"Are you alright?" He asks it had been so many years since I had heard that much concern directed towards me...
"Yeah."  It felt like millenniums since I last breathed without hurting my ribs, even longer since I had laughed without nearly dying...
"You don't look alright." He says, persistent in getting the problem out of me. It reminded me of my mother and father before that demon took me away 36 years ago...
"It happens all the time don't worry." I say acting like nothing had happened. I'd do that with friends in high school nearly cough up my insides and then pretend nothing happened or wait until one told me that if I'm going to die to do it quietly...
"It happens all the time?!" His voice raised in concern. My older brother would do that when I told him something had upset or hurt me and if I knew my brother he will ask more questions..."What did that demon do!?!" Stanford had no idea what I had been through and had seen in the past 36 years...
"Too much..." I replied because in honesty I didn't know what else I could say. Tell him everything I have been through or do and say nothing or I could do that tell him 'too much' either three were good options but only two were the truth and I don't lie...
"You don't deserve this."
...At least if I could avoid it, sometimes I lie because I'm scared and others I do it because I don't like the truth of the situation.
"I know..." I don't deserve a lot of things. I don't deserve to be here with this person, I don't deserve to be cared for, I didn't deserve the torment Cipher put me through. "... I don't deserve a lot of things..."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't deserve it, any of it..."
"Don't think like that." Stanford says sternly but gently at the same time.
"How else should I think? You expect me to have good thoughts after what I've been through?"
"I just don't want you to think you don't deserve being safe."
"I don't though..." I really don't deserve it, the only reason I ran was because I wanted to see my family again, just one last time before I died...
"Yes you do. You are beautiful and sweet don't let anyone or anything tell you otherwise, okay?" So much affection in one sentence, how is that possible?
"I guess so..." I say. I have no idea what else to say I have to oblige there's no other option.
"Do you want to tell me what happened or do you feel more comfortable not doing so?"
'Oh, right I forgot about that. I was meant to be telling this guy about my life wasn't I?' I think it's just about the only thing I could think of doing. "Can I tell you after we spend more time together?" I really don't want to tell him my story yet.
"Sure."