•-Third Perspective-•

"Your food Blue, It's gonna get cold..." (Y/n) said as she pushed a cinnamon bun which she thought was a taco towards a bottle filled with dusts surrounded by a blue scarf.

Silence...

"Blue, come on eat. I made it for you!" She 'talked' to him. Tears pouring out from her eyes.

She turned my head to the kitchen... She skin was paler than ever. The bones in her stomach slightly showing.

What do you expect? For 4 days straight she never ate anything.

"UT!Papyrus! Is your spaghetti doing good?" She stood up slightly falling over a little.

Her vision blurry, she walked towards the kitchen to see a mist of UT!Papyrus smiling and stirring the spaghetti. She walked towards the pot. She dipped her hand in the pot. She got ashes.

"Hehehe! Ring around the rosy, pocket full of poisy, ashes, ashes, ashes, ashes..." She said as she started drawing circles on the ashes.

Dancing around, laughing.

She found a rusty knife. Picked it up and the edge pointing towards her forehead.

She heard voices in her head saying...

"how bout you sing for us (y/n)?"

'Sans' asked beside her. She smiled and brought it up to her face and thought of a song.

•-Fun fact: This song represents my whole useless existance.-•

"I wanna be like you, I wanna say that I can I wanna be the person that you think that I am...

But even if I had it all come true like a dream Is the person I came to be the really real me?

So young and simple, wishing like things would come true...

Now as I am, I understand it’s best I die and soon...

Just by living I’m hurting them another day Hundreds cry, all I do is ruin everything...

Nobody wanted me, no one there to need If only I could live in that kind of world I dreamed...

Just by leaving I’m helping them another day Hundreds smile, all they do is laugh at everything...

Nobody there to scream, no more being mean but see Things like that would never happen for me...

Day after day I found my way, sleepwalking through Like this I’ll fade without a trace, it’s for the best I do...

Just by living I’m nothing for another day Hundred lives, never knowing me or anything...

Nobody wanted me, no one there to need Why would I wanna live in the kind of world I see?

Just by leaving I’m no one for another day Hundred lives, never changing them or anything...

Nobody there to scream, no more being mean to me Then could I have it all back in one piece?

In the end, we’ll fall to the ground again Over and over and never get up In the end, the person they made in me...

Breaking and breaking and never pick up In the end, we’re leaving it all again Over and over and never wake up...

Just by living I’m bringing you another day Why, just for me, can you smile after everything?

In the end, the smile you give to me Right when I wanted to give it all up...

And I really do wish that I didn’t And all of the moments I tried Just to die said goodbye...

Just by leaving I’m no one for another day Hundred lives, never changing them or anything...

Somebody here to scream, someone here is stopping me Why can’t I laugh it off the way that I’d dreamed?"

She sang dancing around the room, towards the end she stopped and slowly cried, silently. She sat down by the stairs and cried.

She looked up she saw a mist of Lizzy standing holding Ink's hand both of them smiling. (Y/n) held the knife tighter on her hands and threw it across the room where 'Lizzie' was supposed to be.

"YOU F*CKUNG C*UNT!" She screamed tears stained her eyes. She dashed towards her stuff and grabbed both the scarf and the bottle.

"Blue! Get behind me! I won't let Lizzie kill you, I swear!" She said rolling the scarf to her neck.

She pet the bottle slowly and started giggling. Suddenly with a snap, her mind clouded with rage, she screamed and destroyed and trashed the place.

She broke the tables, broke the glases and windows, disheveled the sheets and couch, bended all the utensils, threw and broke the chairs, picked every sharp tool she could find and started tearing the wallpapers.

She earned nothing but cuts, bruises, exhaustion, and pain. She fell back down again and held her hair with her bleeding fist. Her head startes spinning like crazy, but all she could do was cry about it.

She found a match box beside her. She weakly got it with her hands, sniffing her cold in the process.

She lit the match on fire and watched it glow. She smiled slightly, tears fell down to her lap and threw the lit match across the room. She watched in rage as the match caught one of the wallpapers and started burning the walls down.

Her eyes widened but slowly laughing after. Her smelled nothing but smoke.

She coughed a little then her eyes startes to get droopy. She closed her eyes, conscious slipping away until she heard someone screaming her name.

"(Y/n!)"

She never bothered to know who it was. She only wanted to let herself endulged in flames. She passed out.

•-End-•

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