(ON HOLD) Worth-full? (Sans X Depressed!Self-harming!Reader)

Chapter 19: Cuddles and Remembrance

OK QUICK A/N!!!! (I'd really appreciate if you'd read it??)

First off.... THANK YOU FOR 7.4k READS!!!!!! HECK THAT'S HECKING CRAZY WHAT???!!!! I honestly NEVER IMAGINED ever reaching 7k+ reads. THAT'S FREAKING CRAZY!!!!!

Second I'm so so so so so so so so SO SO SOOOOO sorry and thankful for all you guys for having to wait 2 months for my lazy ass to update. Though I have my reasons other than laziness!!!! I promise!!! 

So as I'm typing this up atm I'm feeling ok and as my "usual" self, tho I'll admit that these past two (three actually) months have been hell when it came to my mental health. Idk how I'll be like in the future considering the random mood swings and depressive periods (I won't go too into that but I will admit that it seems as though depression is affecting me) I get. 

I dunno how often I'll be updating this but I can GUARANTEE that this fanfic won't end due to my stupid mind going against me. TRUST ME this story is faaaaaaaar from finished. Not to mention I still have stuff planned ;). 

Anyhow. I'll stop this long A/N now and let you guys read! Hope ya enjoy it!!! >W< 

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~Time Skip: Several days~

"Chara just...leave me alone," I mutter. My tired eyes break away from Chara's gaze in the mirror.

"Aw you're no fun. Come on now, we both know you're itching to get ahold of that little razor," Their grin grows.

I shake my head no. "I won't. I've been clean for a few days now, plus..."

They roll their eyes and cross their arms across their chest. "Yeah yeah, you don't want to disappoint Sans. But you can't disappoint him if you're already a disappointment." They smirk. "Do it."

"I...." My hand trembles. "I can't..... I....I won't....,"

Red eyes glimmer with disapproval. "Pathetic,"

My head hangs low as I sigh.

"Y/n?" A knock startles me and I jump back, ramming into the wall behind me with a loud thud.

"Ow." I rub the back of my head and reach for the door handle. One glance in the mirror is enough to tell me that Chara is done. For now. "What is it?"

The door opens to reveal Frisk. "Have you seen my hairbrush?"

"I um, I haven't. Do you wanna check in the drawers?"

They nod and walk inside. As Frisk rummaged through the drawers I took this as an opportunity to leave.

A small sigh escapes my slightly quivering lips once I make it to Sans's room and plop onto his mattress.

My eyes wander aimlessly around the messy room as I think about these past several days. Me and Sans have gotten surprisingly more closer than usual and I became more open to him. Though I'll admit I haven't mentioned Chara to him.... Nor do I plan to anytime soon. Not to mention Chara has been "visiting" me more often.

I groan in frustration at Chara. I can't do anything about them...plus they make me feel more horrible than I already do. They always pressure and torment me into cutting, not to mention they bring back my suicide attempts.

I...I know I'm depressed and there's something most definitely wrong with me but I guess I've started to want to continue living. It's probably because of Sans.