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Studying (Kris x Sleep Deprived!Suicidal!Reader)

TIME FOR SOME ANGST, GET YOUR TISSUES READY AND PULL OUT YOUR HANDY DANDY NONEXISTANT SUPPORTIVE FRIENDS (Whooooops, I'm being offensiveeeeee) CAUSE SHIT'S ABOUT TO GET REAL!

IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO SELF HARM AND SUICIDE PLEASE SKIP THIS CHAPTER AS IT COVERS HEAVY SUBJECTS OF SUCH.

You look around the small room, your (e/c) colored eyes deep in thought. 

"(Y/n)?" You ignore the voice, not realizing they are saying your name.

"(Y/n)?" The person says a little louder. You ignore them yet again.

"(Y/N)!" A different person from the first yells in your ear, causing you to jolt awake.

"W-What!?" You sputter out, your eyes darting around the room. You recognize the room you are in, it's Kris' room. You think for a minute, questioning why you are there in the first place. You then notice the papers scattered on the floor next to you. 

Oh, right, I was here to study. You remember, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"You dozed off, are you even listening to me?" Kris asks with a quizzical glance as he looks up from the work he is doing. 

"Y-yeah," you mutter with a yawn, trying your best to keep yourself awake. The only reason you are this tired is that you're so behind in your schoolwork that you spent hours awake at night working on everything you are behind in. It isn't like you aren't used to it at this point, the bags under your eyes getting bigger and darker as the days drag on. Covering them with makeup isn't hard, and a cheap solution to the problem at best. 

Maybe some water will help keep me awake, you think.

"I'm gonna go get some water," you mutter as you get up.

"Feel free," Kris responds, giving you a smile as you walk out of the room, to which you kindly return. After you close the door you pinch yourself to stay awake, trudging down the stairs. You sigh as you walk into the kitchen. Toriel is absent from her chair in the living room, much to your excitement. Your hand reaches for a knife, pulling the sharp blade off the holder. 

"They really shouldn't leave such sharp blades within reach of a child," you snark to yourself. "Somebody might-" you swipe the blade, leaving a slit in your arm, "get hurt." You finish the statement with a grimace. Bringing down the blade a couple more times you can't help but become addicted to the motions. You are cutting lines across your neck knowing you can just cover them with a scarf. 

Meanwhile...

"Where'd (Y/n) go?" Susie groans, resting her head on a stack of books and CDs in Kris' room.

"She said she was going to get water," Kris says, only now noticing that the (h/c) haired girl hadn't come back yet. "I'll go see if she's okay." Kris heads down the hallway, walking down the stairs with light steps. "(Y/n)-" he pauses in horror.

"I-I can explain!" You sputter out, dropping the knife in shock. You suddenly feel lightheaded and collapse to the ground. 

"(Y/N)!" Kris shouts, catching you before you hit the ground.

Susie shows up at the doorway, her expression faltering for a second. "What the hell happened!?" 

"We have to get her to a hospital!" Kris panics, picking you up in his arms being careful as to not hurt any of the many cuts you have on your body. 

"Don't worry (Y/n)," Kris says as they rush you to the hospital.

"Even if it costs me my life, I promise I'll save you."