(Y/N) snapped. No longer would she use Morana to conceal her edge. 

Now, it was all for show.

---

(Y/N) was entering the school door. Frisk came up to her and put their hand on her shoulder.

"Hey, (Y/N), I was going to ask you about the proje-"

She slapped his hand away. 

"Don't touch me." 

They looked at her in shock. Before he could say anything, she walked away.

Paperjam and Undyne watched from their lockers. There were dark rings under her eyes.

Made her look like a murderer.

---

(Y/N) was walking down the hall. Some random kid ran into her. 

"A-ah! I'm s-sorry!"

She only grunted, got up, and walked off. Everyone looked at her in shock. 

'Was this even the same person?'

Fresh watched with a saddened expression. She caught his gaze.

And glared.

---

"AlrIghT maGgotS! WreStliNg."

(Y/N) stood in position against Godzilla Sans. Usually, she would have a long battle. One where neither was hurt. But this was different.

"Hey, Coach. I don't want to go against (Y/N)..."

"Come on. I'll make it quick."

"Sure you will."

As soon as the whistle was blown a loud 'thump' was heard. Everyone turned to see him on his back behind her. She blew the hair out of her face, then walked away.

Error had watched in fear/awe as (Y/N) had flipped him over her shoulder like nothing. She had this light glow to her eyes. It was like....

Bloodlust.

---

(Y/N) kept rolling her eyes as people did their presentations. When it was her turn, there was at least one curse word in each sentence. 

"(Y/N) this is unacceptable behavior. I will have to-"

"Give me a detention? Suspend me? Expel? None of it matters! I don't care anymore!"

She left the classroom, but not before saying

"FU(K SCHOOL!"

Nightmare made eye contact with Cil. No words were needed.

This really wasn't her.

---

Chara sat with Mad Dummy and Horror. He was wearing a mask to prevent the smoke from the cigarettes they were using.

"You guys know how bad this is for me, and yet you still do it?"

"Yeah."

"You guys need to get rid of them-"

"Give them to me then."

They all jolted at the feminine voice. No girl had ever hung out with them. Especially so close to the generator. It was (Y/N).

"(Y/N), you're human. These are bad for you."

"So what? Hand em' over."

Her tone scared them. So Horror handed her the tobacco. She walked over to the generator, turned it on, and stuck her hand in.

"Hey!"

"Idiot you're gonna burn your hand off!"

She turned around to them. She had only lit the cig.

"We have a lighter..."

"Don't need it."

Without another word, she left with the stick in her mouth. The two turned to Chara.

"Wasn't that the (Y/N) you've been talking about?"

"She's the complete opposite of what you said she was."

"....She's been having....identity issues, if that's what you can even call it."

Horror looked to her figure in the distance.

"At this rate, she'll be one of us."

Chara looked off.

But that's exactly what he DIDN'T want.

---

Paperjam sprinted laps at the track, running to beat times.

Undyne punched the standing target, getting her anger into the bag.

Fresh sat in the library, studying like no tomorrow.

Error worked through his paperwork, scribbling paper after paper.

Nightmare read through a stack of books, cramming their plot in him.

Cil continued to talk to Cray, bot wanting to end their conversation.

Chara was at a shooting range, perfectly hitting the target each time.

- 

Paperjamended his 20th lap, panting heavily-his legs wouldn't be able to take it.

Undyne gave one last punch, sweating bullets-her knuckles close to bruising. 

Fresh put his head on the textbook pages, groaning-his brain was straining.

Error put his pen down, stretching-his wrist was going to give out.

Nightmare closed the book, putting it away-the genres messed with him.

Cil watched his friend leave, frowning-he had run out of topics in his head.

Chara ran out of bullets, grunting-the gun would give out to his force.

-

But they did all of these painful things for a reason.

To get away.

To get away from what?

The worry.

Of a certain (h/c)ed girl.

Who had changed so much.

"Why is this so difficult?!"

"I just want to forget her!"