splintered bones --undertale grimdark--

cracked and a secret

the warm sun reflected into the room like a mirror, soft and bright, like heaven. i rolled over as i felt myself realize its the morning, i refused to open my eyes, wanting to sleep longer. i gave into the sun and slowly opened them, blinking a few times to make my sight less blurry. pouting my face, i sat up, the blanket being pulled back with me and getting sat on. i stretch my arm and let out a few yawns before forcing my body to stand. 

"jeez, i'm so tired" i exclaim, grunting 

now being awake, i look at the time;  10:00 am 

"huh" i say, looking around. still the same, just a little messy. i can see now, that jam is not round.
"wow, i thought jam would be awake by now. i guess i'll go wake her up!" with that, i start upstairs 

it was pretty quiet, other than the simple car every now and then. i walk up to the top, the large room in front of me. i can see now that its an office, on the left wall was one large table with lots of shelves. on them, there where papers, pins, drawings and paper with writing. i look to the other side on the right, and see a few draws with more paper and scribbles. on top of the two shelves where items, they vary from having pens, pencils and sharpeners; to scissors, manikins and scalpels . . . odd

i shrug it off "must be a few things jam uses for her new hobb- AGH!" i let out a sudden shout of fear as i look more to the right

its jam

standing in the doorway, with her head to the floor

she looks up at me with an almost blank look, her eyes dart over to the office area, and back "heh . . . so ya found my new station? its messy . . . i know" with that, she smiles and starts somewhat cleaning it up. after a few moments of her shuffling paper, she turns, and walks past me downstairs. as if i was not there. feeling a bit shocked and on edge, i take it as a small joke, and laugh.

 we walk down the stairs, she was very slow, not saying that much, only answering my questions in short sentences . . . more odd . . . ((-- jam is never this quiet, perhaps she's sick? --))  "jam, are you feeling ok?" "yes . . . "  "are you sick?"  "no . . . "  " do you need medication?"  "what did i just say? . . . " her voice seemed even more monotone than yesterday, so blank   " i'll get you sum!" i start running back upstairs. before i could go any further, she grabs my wrist tightly and swings me back in her direction. i turn around in shock. she's smiling with her arms out for a hug!  i smile a bit, and hold mine out too.




but i was never caught 


as soon as i feel my body sway unevenly, i open my eyes and find myself facing the stairs. before i could catch myself, i was already falling down the stairs, crashing my head on each new step it meets, my legs knocking into the walls, and my arms getting trapped behind or under me. my bones being flung around like nothing and getting burns and scrapes. almost at the bottom, i hear a sudden --SNAP-- and i scream in pain "A-AAHG!!" i feel myself come to a stop, landing at the bottom. my body twitches from the constant hits and the unbearable ache in my arm. when i move it, it shoots waves or agony up my body, i can see now, that my arm has been snapped. i tear up and hold my arm softly. "o-ow, AGH . . jam . . why . . . w-why did you do that?"  looking up at her, she's smiling . . . a smug, dark grin, growing slowly on her face. " oh . . sorry . . couldn't catch you"
 it twists my stomach hearing those words. my face sinks and my pupils grow small in surprise. it sinks in, that she did it on purpose, she let me fall, and let the stairs beat me up.

with what little strength i have left, i shakily stand up, tears filling my eyes "w-why did you do that?"  " . . . "  jam looks at me, no emotions to read. she starts walking downstairs towards me, tightly griping my sash  " your not safe here . . . leave me, before something bad happens"  "w-what are you talking about? your joking, i know it, and i cant leave. i cant leave or enter AUs without that magic. n-no matter what jam, i'll heal you. your sick, your not acting yourself" i try a small attempt at smiling before she lets me go, and walks past me to enter the kitchen.

after that, she only answered me or talked, with threats of jokes 

her eyes looked lazy, and droopy, tired, as if she was going to pass out

she made me breakfast, which was nice, but i guess i was to afraid to say thank you, because she grabbed a knife and said "SAY THANK YOU" with a very uneasy smile

this went on all day, she would walk away from me, not talk, and just be really creepy. she's say sorry and i'd shrug it off as a joke. . . but . . im worried . . . and scared 




4:37 pm - - - 

jam has calmed down now, acting like her usual self. at least a little. the threats have stopped, im scared, all day . .she has been threatening me. looking down right evil, and even tried to kill me a few times, telling me its a joke. heck, she nearly stabbed me with scissors when i fell over. maybe tomorrow i can take her to the doctor. she's acting very odd.

lost in thought, i hear a bang from the kitchen, i look over to she that jam has a cut hand, and is holding a smashed bottle  "oh jam! are you ok?. w-wait there, i'll get a bandage!-"  "NO . . im ok"   ((-- what is with her?? she has a big problem with me going to her bathroom for medication--)) "your not! you just got a deep cut on your hand, its going to get infected!" getting, fed up, i open my satchel and get some old cloth out, i walk over to her and start tying it around her hand, she pulls away "no, i like it like this"   "w-what?!"  she giggles oddly, in a bit of a crazy way and starts licking up all the blood  "well . . thats . . one way of doing it. but its too deep and there's too much blood to just, lick it"  i try again to help her. she grabs the cloth and rips it out of my hands, using it to tie my neck. i choke a bit, but she leaves enough room to breath  "GH-"  "no no no . . . i have told you, leave me alone, dont do that, shut up. and you dont listen. i'll put you om my list soon . . one more thing  . . and i'll do it"    ((-- DO IT? DO WHAT?--)) "what . . a-are you . . talk-ing about?" i struggle to say
no answer. looking up at her, she smiles, just like before when she broke my arm
my blood ran cold, and it took about a minute of silence before she let me go

without a word, she turns off the kitchen lights and the living room lights, leaving the night ones on, she goes upstairs. the whole time, i watch her, just in case. all up, until i hear her bedroom door shut. i was paranoid. it took me 2 hours to go to sleep



--------- DIARY ENTRY #2 --------
ok . .something is up with jam, she has b-


"mmmmmmmhh!"my writing stops, i hear something, yelling, my heart skips about 5 beats before i can move
" j-j . . jam?"
i slowly get up and go to the hallway.
shes there.

looking.

staring.

"you called?" she says with a sweet smile
"was that, y-you yelling?"
" . . . yes . . ."
"are . . you holding a scalpel?!" i stare it her hand, something dripping from it
"oh this? hehe yea it is"
"is . .that blood?"
"no, its paint, again, my hobby? i spilled paint everywhere and i yelled because i was angry!"
" . . . it . . came from under me, jam . . . im scared . . . i dont feel safe. who yelled?"
she was quiet. still smiling at me, as if she was getting her picture taken 
"jam . . . WHO SCREAMED? "
" . . . . . . hope you have a nice sleep, paint" she turns and goes to her room, ignoring my yelling
i run to the front door, but its locked, jam has the keys. im to late. im going to take her to the doctor, and get out of here tomorrow. i know it, shes crazy, shes not herself at all 

after that . . . i pass out from fear, dreading what i would see of hear if i stay awake


------  DIARY ENTRY #2 -------

jam is insane, i know it
the doctor, please save her, heal her
i need to help here
im scared
i wanna leave

- paint