Y/N's family lived happily in the Underground Kingdom, though humans weren't as frequently seen as monsters were. She lived with her mother, Frisk, who was the person she got her beauty from. She also lived with her father, Sans, who was not only handsome, but a great businessman as well.
   One day, Frisk got terribly ill, and to ill for Dr. Gaster to heal. And so, days later, she died. Sans was horribly sad, and so was Y/N, but they made the best of their time without Frisk, though she still lived on in their hearts. Two years later, Sans decided to move on, and so, he remarried. His new wife was named Toriel, whom had two girls that were Y/N's age.
   They treated her as an equal, it was all just an act, but Y/N had the kindest soul and couldn't see through it. One day, Sans had to go on a rather long business trip. He asked what the girls wanted. The stepsisters, who were named Shyren and Muffet, replied:
   "Some fancy dresses!"
   "More jewelry!"
    But, Y/N had answered:
   "I would like the first branch that sweeps it's leaves across your face."
   Sans chuckled, knowing his daughter was never needy, and the things she wanted were so simple, but beautiful. Just like her.
   Sans left on his journey and the household continued as it always did. The maids and workers served at the parties that went on since Toriel came, and Y/N tended to her garden of yellow flowers that she made when her real mother died. A month after Sans left, a message man came (Because of that, I'm putting up Message Man by Twenty-Øne Piløts!), saying that he was . . . Dead. Sans, the only true family Y/N had left, was dead. He handed her the branch she had asked for, and so that night, she cried herself to sleep.
   Toriel dismissed the maids and workers as she could no longer pay them. After everything was said and done, Shyren, Muffet, and Toriel became crueler then ever, and forced her to wear the same rugged gown everyday. They kicked her out of her room and turned it into a tea room, forcing her to sleep in the quiet, dark and lonely attic. Finally, they treated her as a slave, making her do the dishes and clean chimneys, polish floors and walls, sweep and dust rooms.
   One time, Muffet had found Y/N secretly playing in the attic with her dolls. She laughed.
   "What are you doing? Acting like a baby?"
   Y/N shook her head. She told Muffet that the doll was named Ella, and that it was the last she had in memory of her father.
   "Humph. Y/N doesn't fit you now, not like this. How about,       Y/N-Ella!"
   So that night, Muffet shared her news with her mother and sister. They laughed and bullied Y/N for the night, and carried on doing it for months on end.
   Which brings us to present day, with 16-year-old Y/N-Ella.