Previously

"Mr. Mettaton, we need to call an ambulance right now!" I scream without thinking. My friend's life is on the line and I can't afford to waste any time by not being straightforward.

Everyone turns to look at me. I can a few stares of fear, looks of confusion, and expressions saying "She's gone insane!"

Mr. Mettaton eyes me with a mixture of fear and confusion on his face, "Darling, what is wrong?"

My body shakes and my voice breaks, "(Y/N) committed suicide in the bathroom!"

Now

3rd Person POV

An ambulance arrived and the paramedic team carried her away. No one had expected anything this extreme.

Word travels fast in a place like a highschool.

Although half of the school claimed to hate her, no one really said anything else. I guess the saying really is true. No one cares until you're dead.

Despite what she asked for, she isn't dead. She was given some Flumazenil to reverse the side effects of the overdose after they found out that the medication was a type of antidepressant.

Like most overdose patients who don't die, she slipped herself into a coma. She is still relatively unstable, but the doctors were doing their best.

In the meantime, it was decided that students were to be sent home early, so police officers would be able to investigate what had happened.

They concluded that, without a doubt, it was an attempted suicide. All the evidence led up to that. They read over the suicide note, but couldn't be too certain for the reason she wanted to leave. They could only assume that she had a bad home life or social problems within the school, but couldn't pinpoint any specific monster.

But they were able to find and interview a few monsters who we're close to her. However, a few of them refused to speak about the matter. They're all in denial.

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"I knew she wasn't doing well but...I didn't think she would go that far!" Fresh bursts into tears, "She never mentioned anything about this during our week of talking. I should've paid more attention to the signs!"

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"I don't know how this happened...it seems so out of the blue!" Mr. Ink denies.

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"I don't know how any of this happened..." Mr. Error says nothing else, severely glitching.

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"Despite what happened, she was still my friend! She wasn't a bad person and I don't know what would have driven her to do something like...this..." Cil murmurs under his breath, acting differently to his ordinary self.

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"Yes...I was the one who found her..." Skate confirms, refusing to look up from the ground, "I should've talked to her sooner! If I did, maybe all of this wouldn't have happened!"

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"I feel so bad that I took sides..." BP mumbles, staring at the ground guiltily.

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"I don't know how this happened so quickly. We were doing fine and then about a week before...this, everything went downhill," PJ didn't dare say anymore.

It hurt too much to even think about her. Despite this, he knew that he still had to answer more questions. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first...until the question of a certain note came up.

"No...I didn't write that note," he asks, a bit confuzzled, "What does it say?"

The investigator hands him the note in a clear plastic evidence bag. He shakily takes it and he reads each word, his face slowly shifting with every sentence.

"Holy Asgore... I—" He stops mid-word to reread the note again, checking to make sure he didn't miss anything.

"This is why..." He stops himself before saying any more.

'It could be too late now!'

"Who wrote this...?"

The investigator stares at him in confusion, "This wasn't written by you?"

"No!" He denies, "But I think...I think this was a contributing factor to her..." He didn't want to say that word out loud. He didn't even want to believe that any of this was real, "...s-suicide..."

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"I don't want to talk about it..." Frisk stares at his feet, resorting back to his mute self.

The investigator, however, had to continue on with a few questions. He didn't want to answer but saw no other choice. It was either answering all the questions and leaving quickly or getting forced to answer and taking more time than needed. So he sucked up his courage and started explaining about his best friend. Former best friend.

Again, the topic of a particular letter was brought up.

"No? What is this...?" He is handed the second note from the scene in the same type of bag.

"Oh...oh my God..." He covers his mouth in disbelief.

"You didn't write this either?" The investigator questions.

"N-No..." He shakily responds, his voice muffled due to his hand being over his mouth.

'Then that would mean...she didn't write that note either...?'

"I was m-mad at her for no-no reason..." He tries to steady his breath, "I t-think I was part of w-what drove her to..." He gulps down the lump in his throat, "...s-suicide..."

'(Y/N), I am so sorry...so so so so sorry...'

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Dear! Wake up!" A female voice yells.

"Get up! Come on, Sunshine!" A male voice calls.

"(Y/N)! Don't give up!" Another female voice pleads.

My eyelids slowly flutter open. It takes a small moment for my vision to focus. But one thing is for sure. It's pretty dark, except for some faint light emitting from an entrance looking thing some distance away. There are three figures in front of me. They all look rather ghostly. The atmosphere around me doesn't seem to be much different, feeling almost eerie and ominous.

"Oh my goodness!"

"Thank the heavens!"

"(Y/N)!"

"Ms. Avery...?" I shakily wheeze out, recognizing one of the three people immediately. The other two, I don't exactly know who they are.

No, wait...

I turn my head towards the female, "Mom...?"

Then to the opposite side, "Dad...?"

"Honey, I'm so glad you're okay!" Mom cries, wiping the happy tears on her face with her hand.

I slowly sit up, my aching body doing absolutely nothing to help me. But, thankfully, Dad does and helps me sit up.

Ms. Avery briefly hugs me, gently as to not hurt me. I hug back, patting her back to reassure her.

"How are you feeling, Sunshine?" Dad smiles at me. I remember it now!

"I um, it feels weird in here, if that makes any sense."

A thought hits me.

"Am...am I dead?"

"No, but close," he replies.

"Then...why can I see you guys?"

"Dear, ghosts can visit family and close friends when they're in the in-between and the afterlife," Mom explains. She looks different from what I've last seen her. Then again, my memory is already pretty blurry. I don't remember much of what happened before this.

"What's the in-between?"

"You are a curious mind, aren't you?" Dad chuckles, "Haven't changed one bit."

Ms. Avery speaks up, "It's a place between life and death. For when your mind is unconscious but your body is still partially working. After that stops, you'll be transported to the afterlife."

She points towards the light in the distance, "Do you see what I am pointing to?"

"Yeah? I think. It's like a rectangular shape, right?"

Everyone seems to be shocked at my answer.

"...what?" I question worriedly, not exactly sure while everyone is giving me their panicked looks.

"How bright is it?" Mom asks, a bit of fear rising in her voice.

"It's clearly visible but not too bright. Why?"

Dad speaks up, "That light over there is the entrance to the afterlife. Once that light gets overwhelmingly bright, that means you'll pass onto the afterlife."

"Would that mean...?"

"Yes, it would mean you're officially dead...and you are closer to death than we imagined..."

I can't say that I haven't been secretly hoping for this. Although my memory only appears in glimpses, I know that my death was probably from my own hands. That I am certain about. That would mean that I've been wishing to end it. I'm more than halfway done on my journey with life. It's only reasonable that I move on.

"But if I were dead, I would get to join you guys!"

"(Y/N), that's not the point..." Ms. Avery puts her hands on my shoulders, "The point is that people in the real world still care about you."

"If I'm being honest here, I doubt I have anything to go back to. Suicide is the last option. If I had someone who did care about me over there, they would've stopped me, right?" I try reasoning.

"I know that that's what it seems like, but, it's not the case. Your boyfriend, best friend, and many others are currently grieving right now."

"Heheh, well, no one cares until you're dead," I shrug grimly.

They all share worried expressions.

"But it's true, is it not?" I chuckle and smile weakly.

Dad finally speaks, "Sunshine, please understand that we don't want you to end up here if you have a second chance at li-"

"Oh my God! What's wrong with your hand!?" I interrupt him, yelping out of fear and concern. His hand looks like it's being sucked up like smoke.

"Calm down, (Y/N). No need to lose your head," he reassures me, half-jokingly.

I look over to Mom and Ms. Avery for help but find the same horrid sight. The source seems to be coming from the afterlife entrance.

"B-But you all are—"

"It's alright, (Y/N). This isn't anything out of the ordinary," Mom wraps her arms around me, pulling me into a hug.

"No...please don't leave so soon..." I hug her back tightly, not wanting to let go.

"We'll be okay, but we need to make sure you're okay too, dear. Stay alive for us, dear," she slowly rubs circles on my back to calm me down.

Not long after, she's completely gone.

"Ms. Avery...?"

"Stay alive for us, (Y/N)," she puts a hand on my head and smiles despite the fact that she's fading away.

I turn to my father.

"D-Dad... Don't leave... T-There's still so much I-I don't know!" I cry out desperately.

He rests his hand in my shoulder, "Do not worry, everything will be answered in time."

I leap up and hug him tightly, "I don't want you to go..."

"Heh, you are still the same curious, loving daughter even after so many years," he gently pats my head, "Never change, my Sunshine."

He slowly begins to get sucked up.

"Never change."

And with that, he's gone. Everyone's gone.

I'm stuck in the "in-between" with only myself.

Alone again.

I run to the source of the glow, the light getting brighter the closer I get. I put my hands on it, feeling something blocking me from the afterlife.

"Let me in!" I shout, banging my fist onto the glass-like surface, hoping that it would at least crack or something.

But all of that was to no avail. Funny though, that it doesn't hurt me at all.

I slam my fist at the surface again, harder this time. Nothing happens. No pain and no crack.

"So what? Am I just supposed to sit here and wait until I die!? I can't do anything about this!?"

'Yes,' a voice answers from behind me.

I whip around to come face to face with the one I thought I escaped from.

"Why are you still here!?"

'Poor, poor (Y/N). Such a fool," Inverse smiles sinisterly.

"I thought I've gotten rid of you by now!"

'As long as you're alive, I'll be here.'

"So my efforts to die and get rid of you were useless...?" I blink to try and clear my vision of tears.

'There's no escape,' The last two words echo through the empty void-like place. However, instead of the echo getting quieter and farther away, they only seem to get louder by the second.

"No..." I fall to the ground and cover my ears, desperately attempting to block out the noises.

'No escape. No escape. No escape.' they say louder and louder, the voices sounding like a group of people interrupting each other, but saying the same thing.

"No no no no no no no no no..."

'No escape. No escape. No escape.' The words don't seem to be coming from a specific place. It's as if I were wearing a pair of headphones, the volume on full blast.

I feel something pressing on my back, a feeling akin to a flower sprouting out of the ground. It's nothing painful. If anything, it only caused a bit of discomfort, but, otherwise, just an odd sensation.

It wraps around my trembling figure, soft to the touch and giving off a dim glow.

I open my eyes ever so slightly to find my feathery wings wrapped around my body, Like a forcefield, if you will.

The noises seem to die down a bit as soon as my wings protect me.

"I'm safe...I'm safe, it's fine," I try reassuring myself, using the 4, 7, 8 technique to calm myself.

I take my hands away from my face and reposition myself to sit cross-legged on the "floor."

I very slowly open up by wings...

But quickly close them back after being startled by the haunting echos again.

'So all I can do is it around and wait? I'm really useless, aren't I..?'

~A/N~
I'm not particularly proud of this chapter but it needs to be written to show just how much chaos suicide can cause

And as you can see, it causes A LOT of mayhem
Don't do it
Don't commit suicide
You're not the only one who's affected by it
Everyone who knows you will be affected too
It's scary when a friend threatens to suicide
I've had personal experience

Don't be that person who is scaring everyone else
Instead, reach out for help
I've mentioned this many times before but I'll say it again

Talk to people you trust, be open about your feelings, call the national suicide hotline
Anything
2020 is dark enough already
Don't put the pressure of a dead family member or a dead friend on someone else's shoulders
I know it may seem like I'm saying to not commit suicide because others will stress
But that's not all of it

Don't commit suicide for YOU
Don't do it for your own sake
It is your body, your soul, and only you
Don't do that to yourself
Life is too precious to throw away
. . .
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

Word count: 2477 words (including A/N)

*nopes out*