Previously

'I can't believe that really happened. She's not the type of person to do that,' I do anything in my power to deny it. But what's done is done. And there's nothing neither of us can do about it.

I watch my vision get blurry and some tears fall.

It's been a long while since I've cried. For a girl, no less. I've never cried for a girl since all the others only wanted me for attention or popularity. But (Y/N) wasn't like that. She saw the good in me when I knew myself that I was a bad monster. She fixed me and made me better.

And now, she's disappeared from my world.

Now

Frisk's POV

Tuesdays were always a weird day. Monday is the first day of the week. Wednesday is the middle. Thursday is one day before the end of the week. Friday is the end of the week. Saturday and Sunday are free days.

I walk to school alone, but it doesn't really bother me. Asriel likes to walk to school alone too. It helps him calm down and keep the peace.

Just as I'm about to walk in the school, I get stopped outside.

"We need to talk about something, punk," Undyne spits out viciously.

My stomach churns as I get backed up into a wall by Undyne and BP. I don't know what's going to happen, but, no doubt, this "conversation" isn't going to be all flowers and sunshine.

* * * * * *

(Y/N)'s POV

Keeping my head down at all times, I walk into Hell, or the more common term, school. I don't want to be here anymore. Every day is filled with cunning cheerleaders and dangerous jocks. Potential friendships? Please.

Everyone knew the rumors were true as soon as I walked into the school alone. They're now divided in half like they're in a civil war. They're all debating whether it was PJ's fault for cheating first or my fault because he's seen as such a Saint who can do no wrong by some. So, now, half the school hates me and the other half is taking pity on me. Neither of which I want.

I want to blame him because who else can I accuse? I know I didn't do anything wrong. At least I don't think I did. I know I would feel guilty for pointing fingers. And then I would feel guilty for feeling guilty for pointing fingers.

'This is impossible. Feelings are stupid. Emotions are ridiculous. I'm idiotic. Everything is outrageously dumb. And I hate how pathetic I feel.'

I get my books from my locker and slam it shut in anger, startling a few students around me. It's not something I would normally do but I'm not "normal" today nor am I going to be. I can't be normal without him. I hate him for what he's done. But that doesn't mean I don't love him with all my heart.

'Look at how dependent you've become because of him.'

'She's not wrong...'

I lug my books to class even though they aren't really heavy. I'm just physically stressed and emotionally weak. My heart, brain, and soul are refusing to work together because they're all fighting for control.

When I make it to the classroom, the door isn't open yet and there is a small line of students waiting outside. Some are talking to their friends and others are on their phones doing who knows what.

I hug my books close to my chest and lean on the wall, sliding down.

'Brain, please work today,' I plead to absolutely no one, 'Soul, please stop hurting me. And heart, please don't break during class.'

I end up staring at the ground for a few minutes before monsters start crowding the halls. I get up, so people wouldn't trip on me. However, in the crowd, I spot a certain human.

Frisk is in the crowd, holding his side like he's in pain, with purple bruises on his face.

'W-What...?'

Before I could even get a better look at him, he gets swept away in the sea of monsters.

A wave of irrational anger washes over me.

'Is he okay!? Did he get targeted because of the stupid rumor!? Who did this to him!? Was it PJ!?!??? Did he start fighting again!?'

I was about to take out my phone to call or text Frisk to ask if he was alright, but the bell stops me before I could even do anything.

I groan and get into the classroom, deciding that I would have to just send him notes by his locker.

* * * * * *

Brain. Not. Work.

Soul. Give. Pain.

Heart. Broke. Again.

God. Help. Me.

Art was the most difficult subject. And I'm sure you can guess why.

He sits right next to me and neither of us wanted to bother Mr. Ink to switch seats somewhere else. He refused to acknowledge me at all, which I would be totally fine with if it weren't for the fact that he's only a foot away.

Then again, I want him to notice me. To tell me what I did wrong as a girlfriend. Was I not good enough? Did she give him a world I could never provide? What is it? What can I do to make him love me again?

But, I don't dare make eye contact. My soul was screaming to forgive him, but when I didn't, it gave me the punishment. I muffled my cough in the bend of my elbow and managed to succeed to a decent amount.

'Stop hurting me, soul!'

I get back to drawing, but my mind goes blank. No matter how much I tried to focus, it was an empty scape in there.

I put down my pencil and put my head in my hands, quietly groaning in frustration.

My heart aches, longing for him. But he doesn't even love me anymore. I shouldn't force him...

* * * * * *

I've managed to write a somewhat decent apology note for Frisk. It may not be great, but at least it wasn't a jumble of words.

With my barely functional brain, even thinking is hard, let alone writing in full sentences.

I tape it to his locker just before lunch and walk into the cafeteria, suddenly remembering that I have nowhere to sit.

'Welp...'

I sit at an empty table and put my head down, immediately smelling the odor of dry blood on my sleeve. How am I going to get this stain out?

In the middle of lunch period, I am "awakened" by a group of high pitched laughter coming from a few tables away. I lift my head up and glance over to the source of the noise.

Of course. It's the Devil Divas. I had expected them to probably be laughing about the latest gossip or my situation. But it seems that that is not the case. Bunny is holding up an unfolded piece of looseleaf paper and snickering. Ebony is busy writing down something on another sheet, occasionally giggling about something. After she finishes, she hands the paper to Shadow, who folds it into three pieces, and skips out of the cafeteria.

They're probably playing a trick on some poor, innocent student. I'd pity them.

* * * * * *

Frisk's POV

I've gotten most of the bruises and scrapes off thanks to Mom. Her healing magic is incredible. However, bruises cannot be fully healed without time. So I'm stuck with a reddish-purple mark on my cheek. How fun.

I go to my locker to retrieve my books for history but see a note taped to the door. I quizically stare at it for a few seconds before unfolding it and reading it.

Frisk,

How do I put this in the nicest way possible? Or I could just be blunt.

I can't keep being friends with you. "Why," you ask?

To put it simply, two reasons. One, I feel like this friendship is getting forced down my throat. Two, the rumor. You know it. Everyone knows it.

If you weren't here, this rumor wouldn't have happened. I wouldn't have gotten into this mess in the first place. But, all because you're here, the monster who started the rumor found a target.

You heard me right. None of this would've happened if you weren't here. Should've just died in the Underground, so you wouldn't have to ruin anyone else's life.

Please don't talk to me anymore.

(Y/N)

I can only stare at the words on the page in shock.

I'm not one to make irrational decisions but this...

This...this sent me over the edge...

'She actually has the audacity to write a whole damn note about how the problems in her life are my fault! What!? She's not the only one who got hurt because of stupid gossip, but she doesn't even say anything about apologizing! Can she hear how conceited she sounds!?'

The rage in me burns with the power of a thousand suns. I'm so tempted to find her and slap some sense into her, but I know that wouldn't be great for my reputation. I'm the ambassador, so I can't let things get under my skin.

'Fine. Have it her way.'

I take out my phone and block her number.

'Have fun without me, (Y/N),' I crumple up the note and toss it into the nearest recycle bin I can find.

* * * * * *

(Y/N)'s POV

'Did he not get my note...? Like PJ, he refused to even look at me. This is my fault he got dragged into my mess... Does he not accept my apology...? The thought of losing someone else scares me beyond imaginable. She's...gone. He's...left me. I can't lose him too!'

I walk out of the music classroom, feeling the lowest I've ever felt and that's saying a lot. The moment the bell rang, Frisk ran out of the classroom without warning and left me in the dust. He, too, refused to acknowledge my presence. I could have very possibly just lost my best friend.

I go to my locker after school to put my books away. A note! I quickly open it up, anxious to find out what's inside. But, like everyone else, he's leaving me too...?

A simple sorry doesn't cut it.

I'm going to keep this letter short and straightforward.

I don't want to be friends with you if I keep getting hurt.

Is it your fault? Straight answer: Yeah. It is.

There's nothing more I can say. So this is my final goodbye.

Frisk

I stare at the note in silence.

'Nononononono wait.'

I take out my phone and frantically search for his contact. It doesn't even ring but goes straight to voicemail. Which could only mean that he blocked me...

"Haha..." I wheeze out, letting my arm fall to my side.

'So it really is my fault, huh?'

'Your fault. Your fault. Your fault,'  Inverse's voice repeats over and over in my head.

'Your fault. Your fault. Your fault.'

'YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT! YOUR FAULT!'

'My fault...'

The paper crinkles in my grip as my tears drop on it, creating small damp dots on it. I quickly wipe away any incoming tears with my sleeve, but the waterworks don't stop. I gasp in a deep breath to steady myself, with little to no success. No matter what I do, it seems that I'll still be crying uncontrollably.

I decide to just go home so I wouldn't end up looking like an idiot in front of the other students still hanging out in the hallways. I stuff both the paper and phone in my pocket before pulling up my hood and walking out.

I keep my head down to hide my red face but end up bumping into someone as a result. I walk past them.

I don't care. I cannot physically deal with anything else since my head is full of black scribbles and chaos.

"What? No 'sorry for bumping into you?'" I recognize that voice oh so clearly.

"S-Sorry..." I peep out, stopping but not looking back for just a moment.

"Is it that hard for you to apologize?" He makes his witty remark. I hear his footsteps come up behind me.

"PJ...p-please..." I plead quietly, my voice giving up on me at the end.

"You left me with a note explaining absolutely nothing at all!" He scolds loudly, drawing attention to us.

"S-Stop..." I choke out, feeling the usual lump in my throat. I cough out into the elbow again, making more and more bloodstains every time.

"No! You can't expect me to just take it! What are we, (Y/N)!? Give me a straight answer!"

With every word coming out of his mouth, my heart breaks. No, I don't understand why he's so mad at me. He cheated first. I would never.

"I-I can't d-deal with you r-right now!" I raise my voice by a few decibels and start walking away, clutching the straps on my bag tightly.

"You don't get to just walk away like that!" He grabs me by the shoulder and spins me around, forcing me to face him. A ridiculously reckless fire starts to ignite in me. Anger at its finest.

I escape out of his grip and scream in an absurdly loud volume, "Don't touch me!!"

I start booking it across the courtyard, but it seems that he didn't get my message. I run hastily and manage to create some distance between the two of us.

When I look back and see that he's a good twenty feet away.

'If he follows me to the streets, he's going to find out where I live!' I panic. In a matter of seconds, I conjure up a plan to get rid of him.

I skid to a stop and turn around. I hold out my hand and aim my palm towards the ground in front of him. Being thorough as to not hurt him, I fire. A gold laser beam shoots out of my palm in front of him, subsiding into a small smoke fume. This makes him stop dead on his tracks.

"Take a-another step," I threaten, losing myself with every second that passes by, "I-I dare you."

He only stares at me in panic. I've never seen someone so terrified of me.

"D-Don't make me r-repeat myself," I let my arm fall to my side and turn around.

There aren't any footsteps behind me. Good.

When I get home, I immediately collapse on my bed and sob into my pillow. Everything hurts. Mentally and physically.

I stare at the heart-shaped keepsake sitting on my shelf with blurry eyes.

"W-Wish you were h-here..." I whimper out softly, "Y-You'd know how t-to help me..."

My choked cries fill the room.

"B-But I'm alone..."

My throat seems to close up, causing me to gasp for air. The air is suffocating me.

It's like I'm drowning and my peripheral vision starts to darken, even with the bright afternoon sun shining through my window.

Life is so unfair...

I wish I were dead!

My eyelids feel heavy and my limbs are exhausted. Crying really does take a toll on my energy, huh? Just as I'm about to drift off into unconsciousness, a ding from my phone causes me to jolt awake.

I tiredly pull out my phone to reveal a text from Fresh.

90s Skele:
Hey what happened?

I try to play it off cool. He shouldn't have to worry about me.

Me:
Wdym? Nothings wrong

He sends me a video of PJ and I arguing outside the school, making my heart drop at that moment. I watch through the whole thing twice. Everything was there. From me bumping into him to shooting magic out of my hands. All of it. Now, the whole school knows... I really slipped up this time, didn't I?

Me:
Who filmed that?

90s Skele:
Dont exactly know
But its circulating the school now
Its being shared everywhere!

Me:
Frick...

90s Skele:
Tell me
What happened there?

Me:
We um
Im sure you already know about the rumors going on this and last week

90s Skele:
Yeah Im aware

Me:
Things got heated at that moment
He got mad that I left him without a word
But I wasnt the one who cheated first!
I would never ever ever do that
Honestly I dont really know what happened either
Everything is a mess

90s Skele:
Im sorry to hear that
Im always here to talk anytime
I dont want you to think youre alone
Breakups are hard

Me:
Thanks Fresh...

90s Skele:
Not a problem
But I do have one more question

Me:
Hm?

90s Skele:
Are you...not human??

Me:
Guess its time for me to fess up
The simple answer is no
At least not fully human
But thats all Im saying

90s Skele:
What? Thats so cool!

Me:
I guess so

We spend some more time talking about mostly meaningless topics until he realizes that he has to leave.

With no one to talk to, I'm alone.

A l o n e . . .

~A/N~
Angst.
Angst everywhere.
What's (Y/N) going to do now that she's losing everyone?

Word count: 2891 words (including A/N)

*nopes out*