Story belongs to: QueenofDerpyPotatoes

I was six when I meet Rurik.  He was kind and sweet.  Something thing that was extremely rare in Underfell.  We meet ten years ago, and he had changed so much since then.  It wasn't the good change though.  That would be wishful thinking.  He became more violent to others, to me.  He kills for fun, thinking that those lives were useless.  Saying that is would have happened anyway.  Though true, it wasn't their time yet.  Being a necromancer, I brought then back without them noticing.  When I said that he became more violent, towards others and me, I meant it.  He lashed out at people.  He didn't care what he said or what he did.  Not knowing the cause they had.  The cause of the hings he had were so awful.  The other monsters would be scared to leave their homes, fear to look in his star eyes.  They try their best to ovoid him at all costs.  Some even thought that escaping life was a good idea...When it came to me though, he was much worse.  We were 'dating,' though it was more of me being his personal punching bag.  Throwing me agents walls, starving me, insult after insult.  He became physically and mental damaging, blaming me for all his mistakes and mishaps.  The thing was, I believed him.  My mind made me think that all of these bad things that happen to me, were all my fault.But, it always got worse.  Lately, this pain in my chest has been getting worse.  It was like something was clawing into my soul.  The pain makes me want to fall to my knees and make me beg for the pain to stop.  I feel weak, my magic has been fuzz all day and it wont stop.  Looks like it's time to visit an old friend to get this checked out.