Run Away (Deltarune Fanfiction)

1. Susie

!Warning Start!

This chapter contains swearing, derogatory remarks, abuse (descriptive history of physical, threats of physical, and on-screen emotional), violence, internal derogatory thoughts, poor self esteem, implied homophobia & general mature themes.

The whole chapter contains these themes, and will likely be prevalent throughout the text (especially in Susie chapters)

Please proceed with caution, these topics are very heavy. You are not weak if this is something you cannot read, okay?

Also, I do not condone any of the abuse within this chapter.

If I have mishandled any sensitive, please let me know. I want to be able to fix it if possible.

Thank you for reading. ^^

!Warning Finish!

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“I'm home.”

As Susie closed the door behind her, her voice cracked. Cracked like the wood of the door, which in turn was splintered like her thoughts. So splintered that strips of wood on the frame were peeled back, leaving the flesh of it raw and exposed.

For a brief moment, Susie felt an urge to peel them back further, but knew that if she did so it'd leave her with an empty plate and empty stomach.

A ragged cough erupted from the end of the hallway. A polite, “Excuse me,” followed suit.

The oppressive weight of civility fell upon Susie's shoulders once more. Her shoulders were tainted purple and green, tender and aching from the beating she'd received just a week prior, when she'd accidentally left a scratch on the living room table.

The living room was at the end of the hallway, and Susie had never felt so afraid to enter it. Entering meant facing her parents with the absolute failure she'd been that day. She had never skipped classes, and had never been late for her parents pickup times, ever.

Sure, she'd amassed a delinquent demeanor within moments of entering Miss Alphys's classroom, but she sure as hell wasn't going to do anything that would gain the dreaded phone call home. Because, despite her tough exterior, she was terrified of what would occur the moment she got home after school. Petrified at the thought of new punishments that her parents would deliver upon her; trembling at the prospect that they might snap.

Her heart hammered violently in her chest. Susie's fingertips, nay, extended claws, scratched at her scales repetitively. She glanced left at her open door. Should she hide?

No, that was a terrible idea! She just had to take her punishment? Right?

Maybe if she went quietly they wouldn't hurt her too badly.

The tapestries on the walls of the hallway were overwhelming. In each one, her ancestors sneered down at her life choices. At least, that's what her parents told her. Every single day when she was a child. Every single time she scratched the walls or broke something or breathed too loudly.

And no, it wasn't fair. But Susie had grown used to the unfairness of life.

Yet she still choked as her hand landed on the doorknob to the living room. The breath in her throat refusing to move. She pushed the door open, already flinching, fearing for the worst.

Her sire looked up from the daily anti-human paper, his eyebrows narrowed in a way that spelt trouble. Susie felt her mouth dry up, and eyes widen as he set it down with a quiet rustle, revealing a black case on his lap. The black case that haunted Susie's nightmares on occasion.