Chara-

I was about to knock on Sans' door.. but..

"I promise I will never leave your side."

It was Sans' voice.. then I heard Esmé.. and than giggles that were close to a whisper.., my hand was atleast an inch apart from opening the door.. well.. it was.

I clenched my hand into a fist.. and walked to my room.. wrapped in a towel still.. 'I'm so.. stupid..', why would I think that.. how could I think that..

That..

Sans would..

That we would..

I screamed in frustration as I slammed my door closed behind me.. slamming doors and screaming my heart out had become a real hobby for me. But, for some reason people would always try to come to my rescue like this charade hadn't ever gotten old.

The last thing I wanted was people worrying about me as it is. I'd always made them worry over someone as useless as me. For something so stupid. I'd always been like that.

Even the plan me and Asriel had made was stupid. I died for no reason back then. I was oblivious to the rules of the future. To how many souls my family had needed. Which caused mom and dad to get a divorce.

Everything was always my fault. From start to finish. Including all those resets.. all those timelines that'd been erased.. on my behalf of fun. I was a cruel, merciless killer that only wanted to see the world underground burn.

I was so against the idea of Alphys using that stupid machine on us.. I was afraid of having my own body.. half a soul.. I knew I would be vulnerable.. to everything, to everyone. I thought they'd all try to kill me as soon as I was released from that thing..

But they didn't

All I got was smiles.. hugs.. cheery attitudes.. and "welcome backs". I didn't understand why.. I never did.

Why were they so nice to me?

Especially the skeleton.

He knew what I'd done. Especially to frisk and to his brother.

So why was he so nice.?

Always giving me that stupid grin. Giving me small talk.. going out of his way to even say that he..

He..

"Cares about me.."

Did he forget I was the bad guy? I was the one who held the knife. Who picked to fight. Who had blood and dust over the clothes? It was all me.., so why was I so stupid to think.. I had a chance with him anyway?

I hate this..
I hate him..
I hate everything..
I don't wanna be here..
I hate her..
I hate them

I wanna die..

(These chapters are getting so short, what da hecc- idk why they put the chapter back here-