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You've always been alone. For as long as you can remember, you've never had anyone to support you. You'd tried making friends before. Unfortunately, it didn't work out. Your parents never gave you the love you needed. The love you deserved. Your father, being the C.E.O. of one of the biggest companies in the country, was never around. Your mother was and still is a well known fashion designer. She was always too busy designing intricate, flashy outfits for people she didn't even know to even pay attention to her own child.
You didn't have any other relatives. No brothers. No sisters. No aunts, uncles, or grandparents. You were always alone. Sooner or later, the feeling of loneliness became a part of you. It became a part of you all the way up to the point where you couldn't even feel it. Like so many other parts of you, you couldn't feel the loneliness, but you knew it was there among others feelings and emotions that would never be released.
Being alone for so long caused you to close your heart up. You'd sealed it tight. No emotion could escape from the fleshy, ventricle riddled muscle that beat at the center of your being. You didn't mind though. Because of this, no one would be able to hurt you.
You live alone now. It's been that way since you were 18. You're 24 now. You live in an apartment complex in the monster inhabited side of Ebott.
That's right. Monster inhabited. Monsters exist. A slew of them had emerged from the local mountain, Mt. Ebott, and soon settled themselves in on an abandoned part of the city. All little TLC and the monsters had a suitable place to live. And the apartment complex you lived in? Your father's company was responsible. As soon as the monsters surfaced, your father saw an opportunity to make more money. So, his company helped the monsters build different housings. The monsters built their own places too, though.
After the apartment complex was built, your father, in some weak attempt to make up for all the times he neglected you, ended up giving you your own apartment, free of charge. You didn't have to pay for anything.
"Thanks," was all you had said in a voice so monotonous, it was as if you were a robot. You'd packed your stuff and moved in right away.
And now, here you were. The monsters that lived around you were super friendly and welcomed you with open arms. Strange when you thought about all the abuse they received from your fellow humans. You tended to stay away from people and monsters alike.
You'd didn't want to risk feeling any kind of emotion.
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You woke up bright and early Sunday morning to get ready to go to work. You worked as a receptionist at the local hospital. Despite your introverted attitude, you sat behind the desk at the hospital answering the phone and directing people to the place that he or she was looking for. After showering and putting on your clothes, a gray sweater, khaki pants, your name tag and your favorite pair of shoes, you were out the door, in your car, and on your way to the hospital.
When you arrived, you went straight to your place behind the circulation desk and sat down. You were, unfortunately, greeted by the other receptionist working there, Delilah, and reluctantly spoke to her. You didn't want to be rude even though it didn't matter to you if you were.
"Good morning, [Y/N]!" Delilah said to you in her usually cheery voice. It made your guts churn. "How are you today?" She asked.
"Fantastic," you answered. "And yourself?" Delilah's face lit up. If there was one thing she loved talking about more than anything in the world, it was anything about her. "I'm doing excellent! Before I came to work today, I went on a 1 mile jog. Then, I picked up some organic fruit from my brother's farm. Did you know my brother had a farm [Y/N]?"
As a matter of fact, you did know her brother had a farm. He owned it. How could you forget? She's only told you 36 GODDAMN TIMES. But you didn't say that. Instead, you responded with, "Nope. I had no idea." Delilah smiled even wider she already was and proceeded to tell you about her brother's farm. AGAIN. You zoned out.
You couldn't bear to listen to her prattle on about the same thing for a 37th time. So, as Delilah spoke about organic fruit and vegetables and farm animals, you sat and stared into space.
Work was soon over and you were on your way home. As you pulled into the complex's parking lot and got out of your car, you heard someone call out to you.
"Hey, you!" The voice was high pitched and sounded like a kid's voice. You didn't really feel like talking to anyone else for the rest of the day. Delilah had exceeded your limit. So, you continued to make your way to the double doors of the complex.
The same high pitched voice called out to you again, stopping you in your tracks.
"Excuse me! I'm talking to you!" You whirled around and came face to face with a little kid, no older than 12 years old. He had short brown hair, a purple and blue striped sweater, blue pants, and a pair of black shoes. His eyes were squinted shut but, you could tell that he was looking directly at you. He ran up to you once you turned around. Up close you could see that he had tan skin. He only came up a few inches past your knees. In his hands, he held a flower pot with a flower with golden petals.
"What's up, kid?" You said. "You need something?" He shook his head. You raised an eyebrow.
"What is it then?" You asked. The kid pointed down at the flower pot in his hands. You looked down at the flower. "I'm the one who called out to you not him, idiot!" It said. You hadn't noticed before but, the flower had a face. Two black eyes looked up at you an annoyed look. There was a very deep frown plastered on it's face too.
"That was you?" You asked the flower. It rolled it's eyes. "Duh! That's what I said didn't it?"
"What is it?" You asked. The kid shifted the flower and it's pot under one of his arms. Using his free hand, he started to sign something at you. Unfortunately, you didn't understand sign language.
"Sorry, little man. I don't understand what you're saying." The boy fished a phone out of his pocket and started to type something out on the screen. Once done, he turned the phone around so you could see what was on it.
"Hi! My name's Frisk! This is Flowey! Whats your name?"
You looked away from the phone and at the kid. He had a big smile on his face. Had you been able to feel emotion you would have smiled back.
"[Y/N]. Nice to meet ya," you said. Frisk typed something else out on the phone's screen. "That's a nice name. It's nice to meet you too!" Frisk's smile got bigger and brighter. You had the sudden urge to smile but, quickly suppressed it.
Remember, [Y/N]. No emotion.
"If that's it then I'll be seeing ya," you said. You turn around and started to head into the building.
"H-hey wait!" A voice, Flowey, called after you. This time, you kept going. You heard rapid footsteps behind you as Frisk ran after you to keep up. You made your way to the elevators and pressed the up button. The doors opened and you stepped inside. Frisk rushed in after you. You paid him no mind as you pressed the button for the 5th floor.
You stood in silence in the elevator, Frisk by your side. Frisk tugged on the sleeve of your sweater a few seconds later. You looked down at him. He had his phone held out for you to look at. On the screen, he had typed out, "You live on the fifth floor? So do I!"
"Cool," was all you said as you turned away from the phone and back to the elevator doors. Once the elevator reached the fifth floor, the doors slide open. You stepped out and made your way to your apartment. Frisk was behind you the whole way. When you reached the door to your apartment, you turned around to face him.
"Can I help you?" You asked. Frisk held his phone out. "My uncles aren't home yet. Can I come in until they do?"
"Sorry kid. No can do. We just met." You started to turn back around to open the door to your apartment until you caught the look on Frisk's face. His eyes were open. You could see that they were a milk chocolate brown. Frisk made his eyes as big as possible and had the saddest looking pout on his face. Something inside of you panged a bit at the sight of Frisk's face.
"Fine. You can come in," you said. Frisk's eyes closed back up and he smiled as wide as possible. You turn back around and unlock the door to you apartment. You open the door and walk in. Frisk bounds in after you. You close the door and lock it. Frisk rushes over to your couch and plops down on it, Flowey in his lap. You hand Frisk the remote. "Here, you can watch TV until your uncles show up." Frisk takes the remote and turns on the TV. You go into the kitchen and start making yourself something to eat. You had plenty of food to eat. Most of it came from the monsters that had welcomed you to the complex. Spaghetti seemed to be popular with one specific monster.
He'd told his name but you had forgotten it. You warmed up some spaghetti and returned to the living room. Frisk was watching Steven Universe. You'd loved that show when you were a kid. Nowadays, however, you were a little low on love. You sat on the couch a few inches away from Frisk and Flowey. They were both immersed in the show
"Hey, uh, Frisk," you said. Frisk turned his head to face you. "Do your uncles know that your here?" He nodded.
He typed something out on his phone and showed it to you. "I just texted them. They should be here soon."
You nodded. You shoveled some spaghetti into your mouth. You didn't mind Frisk being in your apartment with you but, you couldn't wait for him to leave.
It was at this thought that something slightly awakened in you only to quickly become dormant again. What was that feeling though? Sadness perhaps? You chose not to worry about it as you finished up the spaghetti you were eating. After putting the plate and fork in the sink in the kitchen, you returned to the living room. Frisk had switched the the channel from Cartoon Network to Nickelodeon. Spongebob Squarepants was on. Frisk clapped and laughed as the cartoon sponge acted foolish and silly.
Hearing Frisk's laughter made you feel a bit...jealous. Not so much so that you were worried about it but, enough for you to feel it.
A few hours passed before there was a knock at your door. You got up and opened it. Standing in the hallway was two skeletons. One was tall and lanky. He had on some kind of armor, a red scarf/cape, red gloves and boots, and hot pants. The other skeleton was short and strangely pudgy. He had a lazy grin on his face. He was wearing a blue hoodie, a gray sweater underneath it, black basketball shorts with a white stripe going down each side, and house slippers. He had his hands in pockets of his hoodie.
You'd seen them both before. They were the first ones to welcome you to the complex. The taller of the two had given you enough spaghetti to feed every starving living creature in existence.
He was the first to speak. "GREETINGS NEW HUMAN! WE MEET AGAIN! HOW ARE YOU? ARE YOU SETTLED IN OKAY?" You nodded. "I'm doing just find," you said in your monotonous voice. "Sorry, but I don't remember your names." The taller skeleton perked up and placed his hands on his hips in a dramatic pose.
Seeing that pose caused you to almost crack a smile.
"THAT IS OKAY HUMAN! I WILL INTRODUCE MYSELF ONCE AGAIN. I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS. THIS," he gestered to the shorter skeleton, "IS MY BROTHER SANS!"
Sans removed a hand from one of his pockets and lazily waved at you.
"hey."
"Hi."
Your attention returned to Papyrus as he spoke. "WE HAVE COME TO PICK UP FRISK! IS HE STILL HERE?"
"You mean YOUR his uncles?" You asked. Sans looked up at you and stared. "yeah. is there something wrong with that?" You shook your head. "Not at all. Just asking."
Sans' question had awoken a slight spike of unease in you.
"Frisk," you called over your shoulder, "your uncles are here." Frisk came running out of the living room and into the hallway where he promptly ran into Sans and Papyrus. They all hugged each other. Flowey gagged.
Seeing them hug made you feel...sad.
Soon though, they finished hugging and were gone. They waved goodbye to you and walked down the hallway to their apartment. After they had gone inside, you closed your door and returned to the living room. Spngebob was over and Fairly Oddparents was on. You reached for the remote and turned the TV off. The apartment was instantly plunged into quiet.
A feeling of hate for the quiet spiked a tad within you. You got over it though. Frisk was gone. You were alone again.
As much as you didn't want to, you hated being alone.
Being alone feels cold.