Falling for a flame with a family. .

#23

Gore warning!

I drop to the ground, I'm not forgetting this time no thank you! I grab my knife and pull it up to the back of my neck. On my knees and hunched over, I slice through the skin on my neck. I feel the warmth of my blood drip down at an alarming rate,
Instantly regretting my decision I yank off my jacket and shirt and bite down on them. I slice deeper, clenching my teeth and screaming into the cloth a little. I think about Grillby, about Blaze, about mettaton, sans, frisk, I can't forget them now!
I slice through layers of flesh and muscle, the pain is over whelming in my neck.
I hit the bone, I drop the blood covered knife, I raise a shaky hand to my neck. I feel all the shredded skin and muscle, the feeling of that all soaked in blood plus the pain is making me wanna puke. I use a finger to search for the chip, it's vibrating like crazy, getting ready to release the injection. I find it and grab the knife with my other hand, I could potentially kill myself right now. I get the tip of the blade under the chip, I flick it out. I look at the chip, that was surprising easy to remove- all my personal memories hit me at once, my name isn't delta, it's Tesla. The wind is knocked from me, I pull my shirt and tear shreds from it, wrapping them around my bleeding neck. I remember, after the show was attacked I was taken, I'm a descendant of the original fallen human. I'm supposed to kill everyone, I refused and they wiped my mind. I'm on my hands and knees, I feel like I'm gonna puke. I'm a descendant of the kid responsible for the genocide timeline? I look at the bloody chip in my hand, it vibrates before dispensing I yellow liquid. It's disgusting but at least it's not in my neck... which is still bleeding like crazy. I try to stand up, emphasis on "try". I wobble and fall on my side. My neck and head are both throbbing, blood loss near the brain might not be a good thing... maybe. I shove the chip in my pocket. Now How the hell am I gonna-
"Hey delta?! You out here?" It's sans, thank fuck I actually recognize his voice!
"Over here!" I wince at the amount of pain translating through my voice. I do my best to set up but vertigo is a bitch. I'm in the middle of a destroyed park, in black jeans and a black sports bra, with a huge fucking slit in the back of my neck.
"Holy shit!" I feel a hand on my arm before everything goes black. I remember everything, I know who I actually am. I'm fucking head over heels for a fire monster that's what I am. I'm also a creature whose whole fucking family tree is hell bend on genocide, and I've been gone for two years. What have I put him through? What have I put Blaze through? He has no idea where I am or if I'm ok for two years and then? The second he finds me I have know idea who he is! If I wasn't unconscious I'd probably be crying, i am so cruel. Why am I so cruel? I'm not a mean person, am I? Ugh! What is wrong with me?
Flash!
"Grillby?!?!?!" I yell through the heavy locked door. Why is he still here? Why hasn't he left yet!?
"Grillby you have to get out of here! You and mettaton need to go!"
"Not without you!!" I hear his voice, I smile softly until the small room gets another canister throne in. The little haze of smoke was easy enough to avoid by holding my other shirt over my mouth. But now it's overwhelmingly white, can't see or breath.
"The doors locked! It's heavy, to keep people out!" The new found abundance of smoke hits my lungs, I cough. "You can't get in! Just get out when or you can!" I call through the door before coughing harder than before. He's banging on the door but its no use, he just needs to leave! The world slips from me, I fall from the door. Please be ok, please be ok Grillby. Oh please just be ok, don't worry about me just, please don't be hurt. Be ok for me, please.