Omilord. I have been inspired once again.

But anyways, I hope you enjoy.

** Y/n's P.O.V **

Before, I used to be on good terms with Sans but I don't think so anymore until Frisk came along, he made feel good enough for this world but her. She was more pretty, more skinny, more-EVERYTHING. You can tell I was jealous of her because Sans hangs with her more, I don't mind her with Sans since they're just friends, nothing else. As you can tell, I developed a huge crush on him for a really long time, even longer when Frisk fell. But what am I thinking? I hit my head harder than I think I did. All these lovey-dovey crap is too much for me to handle. Well I can say its bulls### right now. I send him messages but I wonder if he really reads them or if he ever cared about me anymore.

I'm just wondering why..

I'm in my room just drawing a sketch of him, he's WAAYYY too attractive like he's defying the laws of physics. I feel a rush of negative emotions wave through me. With frustration, I crumpled the piece of paper and threw it away. He deserves better. Now I'm skeptical of love.

I remember that I felt him touch my hand when I don't notice him. But wonder if its not only my hand he'll hold.

What about my heart?

But if this is just a prank and in reality he likes me, but I have a question..

Is it all of me or just one part?

My mom used to tell me about boys who are players, tearing my heart and breaking me after. What if he's just a player? And everything that he told me was just a lie? Those pretty little lies. They were so beautiful, you can resist listening to them. I wonder if this is all he does..

Doing what you do best..

Why did I even fall for him anyways? What if fix to every girl he sees? You've done it well.
He takes me everywhere I want to go just like how he takes Frisk wherever she goes. Telling me and Papyrus lies, all of that time, spent with her just hurts you know?

But somehow I can't resist him. What am I doing? Somehow I feel terrified of making a scene when they break it. I could just commit suicide on that spot. Never to be seen, never to be remembered. But confessing at the same time, I don't think I wanna hear it.

I fall in love, he leaves. I wonder..

I seem to be attached...

I'll never let you go..

I bet he won't hold my hand the way does with her..

He'll never hold my heart.

I bet it's not every part of me is good enough the way he tells her..

He'll never need me.

Sighing..

I checked my phone and scrolled up to undernet. A social media platform in the underground. I made a pretty good reputation, by posting artworks and doing dares random strangers tell me to do. This time, someone dared me to play 'Boys Like You' by Anna Clendening on a piano. I accepted it, there is a piano somewhere in Waterfalls anyways.

I stood up and looked up the lyrics of the song and left the house. Sans, Frisk and Papyrus are in the living room chatting. I hope they're not looking for me after, I ain't coming back until 7.

When I was in the room for the piano. I started to play.

Before I met you
I never felt good enough
Before I let you..in
I've already given up
Left on read, no reply
Left me just wondering why?
Now I'm skeptical of love..

So when you hold my hand
Do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me
Is it all of me or just one part?

So when you hold my hand
Do you wanna hold my heart?
When you say you want me

Mama said there'll be boys like you
Tearing my heart in two
Doing what you for best
Taking me for a ride
Telling me pretty little lies

But with you, I can't resist.