Warning: attempted suicide

You jumped. You weren't supposed to survive, but you did. You tried to pretend you didn't care that your parents were dead, that Kane didn't hurt you, you tried to block it all out, to feel nothing, but it didn't work. You felt every punch, every kick, every crack in your soul. When you jumped, you thought not even death cared about you. You wandered through the dusty place, not caring what happened to you next. It was so empty here. Was this your existence now? Loneliness? You'd die of thirst or starvation first. Then, you saw the doors. Blasted apart by something. Maybe you'd die sooner after all?

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You kept an eye out for the whatever created that destruction. You couldn't see anything other than trees and snow though. There was movement from the corner of your eye, you were sent flying, colliding painfully with a tree. Whatever did that to you, turned you over. It was a skeleton.. a skeleton with a blue jacket, black turtleneck, white shorts with black stripes, pitch black sockets, and canine features like claws, fangs, hind paws, and a tail. In his hand was a knife, and it was aimed at your chest.

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"Do it." You asked, though it sounded more like a statement. "you want me to kill you?" He sounded almost monotonous. "Isn't that your intention? Mine is to die, so.." A dim grey slit appeared in one of his sockets and he staggered away, dropping the knife. "no, no, no i can do it, i will do it, stop!" He snarled to himself. You took up the knife. Why didn't you just do this in the beginning? You pressed the blade to your throat and- "i will do it!" The skeleton snatched the blade away, growling. The slit was fading now.

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"it's late. i'll kill you tomorrow." He ubruptly turn and started walking away. "It will only take a second!"
"tomorrow." He replied again, disappearing. The nerve of that guy. You didn't bother trying to get up. You were hurting and maybe the weather would kill you. Until he appeared out of nowhere again. "i'm killing you."
"Now?" You asked hopefully. "no." He picked you up like a sack of potatoes and did his disappearing trick again, only to end up in some sort of lab. He put you on a metal table. "sleep human." He left the room. What was with that guy anyway?

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He was standing above you when you woke up, so you punched him out of reflex. He didn't even flinch. "Are you going to kill me yet?" He looked down at you. "no."
"Why not?"
"not in the mood."
"Well get in the mood!"
"no." That grey slit was starting to appear again. "why do you want to die anyway?" That was easy. "To escape my pain and suffering." He looked away, humming in thought. "yet your still here. what's holding you back?" You didn't know. As far as you knew, there was nothing to live for. He was looking at you, staring into your soul. "Nothing."
"then why are you alive? what are you fighting for?" He pushed. "Nothing!"
"what are you waiting for?"
"I said-" He interrupted you. "i know what you said, but that's an obvious lie. what are you waiting for?" Your lip trembled as you fought back tears. He had you backed into a corner. "what are you waiting for?" He repeated. When you didn't answer again, he repeated himself again. "... to be saved.."

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He left you alone after that. Left you to cry. He was in a similar state. He wasn't used to emotions anymore. He was confused and hurt and sad. He couldn't understand. This wouldn't be happening if he could just kill you. But He couldn't. That hurt worse. He was stuck. He didn't know what to do. That heavy load was back and he didn't know how to relieve himself of it. Was that what he wanted too? 'To be saved?' Saved from the thing he made himself into? Saved from his own hate? He needed her.

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After awhile the skeleton wandered back in. He was crying as well, strange translucent blue tears. "A killer is a crybaby? Who would have thought.." You were trying to cheer yourself up, but he chuckled too. "i'm sans.." That was random. "[Y/N].." He hesitantly hugged you. "i'll save you."

Make up your own ending scenario!

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