《Jealous Lines III NaJ! Paperjam X reader III》(10)
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(Y/N) POV
I woke up to arms around my waist. I shifted to see it was Paperjam who was holding me. I blushed madly. I growled and grunted and tried to escape. But he had an iron grip. My animalistic noises woke everyone except Paperjam. Error chuckled and explained that he was a very heavy sleeper. Chara looked like he was gonna lose his sh1t. He opened his mouth to yell but I spoke quicker.
"Right now, that's my job."
I went close to him.
"Paperjam, sweetie, wake up."
He groaned and kept his eyes closed.
"Five more minutes (Y/N) . . ."
I growled and I felt his body tense.
Looks like we're doing this the hard way . . .
. . . Eh that's more fun.
I went right next to his ear lobe.
"PAPERJAM WAKE UP BEFORE I KICK YOU TO THE SUN!!"
"AH WHAT THE FAK?!"
He shot awake and threw me across the room. I was about to hit the wall when Chara teleported in front of me. He looked more ticked off then ever. I could tell for under his bangs, his blue eye was glowing. Paperjam then realized what he did.
"Oh god, Babe are you okay?!"
I blushed lightly at the name.
"Totally. Ah I'm dying. Bleh."
My dripping sarcasm earned a chuckle from the room. After a bit, they all decided I would go to school, but just be a little careful. They also decided to check my soul to see if it was healthy enough to attend. I summoned it and everyone gasped. My white soul was bright and glowed a rainbow spectrum. It was indeed human, but had the blank glow of a monsters and shone the human traits. There were large cracks on its center, but other than that in top condition. Chara summon his own soul to show that it was exactly the same. We took out our soul bound necklaces.
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My left eye flared up (f/c) and Chara's blue eye flamed blue. Our necklaces glowed for ten seconds before we put them away. We returned our souls. We smiled together.
"Guess we should go before we're late huh?"
Chara POV
It was lunchtime. I was talking to Horror. Suddenly, I felt an immense pain in my chest. Horror was at my side immediately and Dummy called out for help. Cross was next to me as I began to cough blood.
"Chara?! Chara what's wrong?!"
"It's *cough* not me *cough* it's (Y/N) *cough*"
I teleported myself, Cross, Horror, and Dummy to where she was. Bunny was kicking her chest repeatedly while three of her followers held Paperjam back. We tried to get in there, but a force was blocking. The pain was getting unbearable and I crumbled to the floor.
"Leave her alone Bunny!"
"Please! Please! Have MERCY!"
"That's right you slut! Beg for mercy! But you stole PJ away from me! No mercy for you!"
Bunny stopped kicking her and walked to Paperjam. He was now being held by magic and followers. He couldn't move. Bunny flirtatiously put a hand under his chin.
"PJ, you love me not her right?"
"..."
"Right?!"
"No Bunny! I could never love someone as sick as you! (Y/N) is the one I love!"
Bunny slapped him hard.
"Stupid boy! (Y/N) is nothing more than a pathetic whelp. We continued to bang on the nonexistent wall and saw her. Sis was bleeding badly. But I heard her singing voice ring out. Everyone stopped.
"Trembling within the breeze
I can feel my soul is shaking
Even with a single blow
Everything that is comes undone
Using every ounce of strength
Just to keep myself from braking
I can only watch you walk by"
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She had gotten up. Her hair a bright red and covering her face. Bunny tried to roundhouse kick her, but it was stopped by a (f/c) force. The force pulled her down at the feet of (Y/N). She moved her hair to reveal flaming eyes and a crazed smile.
"Holding onto everything
Even when my body's shattered
I will never let you pass
Even when my tears run dry
Beating with our hearts as one
Everyone I know is praying
I will strike you down
Do or Die"
Bunny was on the floor not injured, but tired. All of sis's wounds had healed. Her face showed a state of anger beyond furious. Her eyes were still glowing a vicious flame.
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Bunny ran as well as her helpers. Paperjam was able to catch sis as she fell. The barrier left and we ran to them. Her breathing was ragged.
(Y/N) POV
My head hurt. A lot. I felt my eyes closing. Paperjam pat my face.
"No no no, don't fall asleep (Y/N)!"
But I'm so tired . . .
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"Chara?"
"Yes Frisk?"
"Who is this girl?"
"I don't know."
"Let's wake her up."
"Okay Gaster."
I felt myself being shaken. I opened my eyes to see two humans, and a black blob with a skeleton face. The first human had closed eyes and a purple and blue sweater. The other human had pale skin, red eyes, rosy cheeks, and a green and yellow sweater. The skeleton was a black blob that had cracks on his skull. I saw that I was wearing a (f/c) sweater rather than the clothes I was wearing during the fight.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"Frisk, Gaster, and Chara."
"What?! You're not Chara!"
"Uh yeah I am."
I looked to my side to see, myself!? I was in a hospital bed with Chara and Paperjam at my side. I pointed to my brother.
"That's Chara! Not you!"
"That's your Chara."
"My Chara?"
"Yep."
"Where even am I?"
"This is the void. Where AUs and timelines meet."
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