Agetale The locket (Yet another undertale fanfic)

Jacob's Story

"My parents w-weren't the best. They cared about me, but we were stuck in a bad place. My dad passed away when I was three, and my mom had to work at a police station across town that kept her all day, and didn't pay enough. She left early in the morning, and got back late at night. She always told me that my dad loved me, but I never really knew him myself. When my mom got back from work she was really tired and stressed. sometimes she would walk in, and fall asleep on the couch without making anything for dinner. But when she did make dinner, she always had me help her. I would make food for myself, and in the morning I made breakfast for both of us so she could sleep longer. She wasn't the best, but she was my best. She cared about me, and I cared about her. One time, she walked in really tired, but decided to make dinner anyway. I helped her like always, but this time..." 

Jacob trailed off. He shook slightly, and I was about to tell him he didn't have to keep telling, but he continued. 

"She was boiling some water, and it started to overflow a little. Mom started to panic, because she was so tired, and in a rush to turn the stove off, she knocked the w-water off the stove, and it s-splashed in my.... face." 

Jacob trembled and sobbed softly. He make chocking sounds as if he was trying too hard to force them back. I told him not to try to stop the tears. "No, no. let in out." He let his tears flow more freely, sobbing into his lap. After a moment, he valiantly pushed his story forward. 

"Th-the spill scared both of us. I-It Hurt. I couldn't see anything. I vaguely remember feeling her pick me up and carry me somewhere. I guess that somewhere was the hospital, I stayed there for a month. The doctor said that I was permanently blind. I could've figured that out on my own though." Jacob chuckled, though nothing was funny. "My mom tore herself apart about it. About how it was all her fault. I told her it was just an accident, and that it wasn't her fault. The bill at the hospital spent all her money, and put her in debt. She started to panic, and b-brought me here, telling me it was for the best, and that I would be taken care of, and that I would be safer here. I think she was trying to convince herself just as much as me. I was scared that she wouldn't be Okay, that this wasn't for the best. That n-no one would take care of... h-her."

He started crying again. "You don't have to tell anymore. We understand what happened." I said allowing my voice to sooth my own troubles. "So that's why you called Emily Ma'am. You couldn't see her." Jamie clarified, Jacob Didn't respond. "Sorry to hear your mom was so... Terrible." Jacob's head shot up, and we saw his face for the first time. Around his left eye, and the right of his chin the white and red splotches were the worst, but all his face was covered in scares. His pupils were dilated as if looking for light that wasn't there. They were, in fact, brown, but it was a brown that mixed with a golden yellow in random places. Giving them more of a honey color. 

"Don't EVER talk about my mother that way!" Jacob shouted. His Tears and fury filled his golden eyes. He tried to run at Jamie, but I caught him by the arm and held him back. He struggled, trying to get out of my grasp, but he never went  to the extent of hurting me. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean it that way." Jamie said. "He really didn't!" I said. Jacob didn't stop until he heard my words. I shot Jamie a look. I guided Jacob back the bed. "He really didn't mean it that way." I said. "I didn't." Jamie's voice sounded shameful. I felt bad. For both of them.

A/N If anyone is actually reading this, lemme know. 'Cause I gotta know.