With Dangerous Outcomes Comes New Friends and Discoveries
The scent of hazelnut and caramel awakes me. My eyes open slowly to see that I am in an unfamiliar room. Something soft lies underneath my form and I swiftly get up, only to crouch over in agony from the pain in my stomach. Then I remember the incident that happened that night. The blood, those people, and the words they told me. All of it feels like a terrible nightmare, yet... it feels all too real. 'How and why do I have magic? If my mom did have magic and knew I inherited her powers why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she use it to defend herself and my sister? Does Frisk have this magic as well? More importantly, how did I get here? Where is here? Who was that man and person I saw before I fainted?' I look around the room from the bed I'm sitting on. To the left is a door and next to that is a bookcase. A chair and desk are placed near the shelves of books. A laptop lies on the desk with a notepad and CDs. On the wall in front of the bed is a plasma TV. Next to me is a small drawer with a mug of what looks to be coffee. From what I could see, there is no clue as to where I am or who's house I may be in. At least not from where I am sitting.
I decide to stand up. Slowly and carefully, I make my way around the room. I check the notepad first, but most of the pages are blank except for one that looks to be a grocery list and some random notes someone left.
Beware of the annoying dog. He may end up stealing your groceries when you get back from the store.
-Z
'Z... That must be the first letter of that guy's name, but... I can't remember. I should look around the room a bit more for more clues.' I try to check the laptop, but of course, there's a password that won't let me access it. Then I look at the bookcase. Books on Sherlock Holmes, copies of Shakespearean plays, some of Homer's works, as well as books written by Jane Austin align the shelves. 'Looks like whoever lives here has some tastes in the classics. Oh, is that Much Ado About Nothing? I love that one.' I begin to reach out to grab the book, but pull back and shake my head, 'Really, J? Now's not the time to sit down and read a book. For all I know I could be in some strange kidnapper's house or something.' Then the sound of footsteps resound right outside the door. Quickly, I get back to the bed and lay down, pretending to sleep. The door slams open, "Come on, punk! You gotta be kidding me! I mean look at the little runt! How and why would AMMO recruit a punk like her? She wasn't even dressed in those weirdo uniforms they have their recruits wear." I hear a loud, female voice shouting at someone.
'AMMO? They think I'm part of AMMO? Why would they- Oh, right... I was near their bodies before they died.'
"Just because she wasn't wearing the uniform doesn't mean she might be one of their lackeys." A male voice, calm and collective, responds.
"Then why'd you bring her here instead of the cells downstairs?" I hear another female respond.
"That wasn't me. It was Greater Dog who put her here even though I specifically told him to put her downstairs for interrogation." the male replies.
'Greater Dog? What the heck? Is it a dog that's big and tall or something? Now that I think about it... I may have heard that name before. Didn't I see a huge and tall dog last night at the bar wearing armor?'
"AAAAAAAAUUUUUGGHHHH, all right, punks! How about we just ask her what happened and if she shows any hostile resistance then I'll take care of her myself. Got it?"
"Undyne... fine."
"Okay, but don't kill her. Even it is revealed that she is a spy, we'd need her to tell us everything she knows about their leader."
'What if they kill me if I don't know anything? What if they tie me up and torture me until I tell them something? Oh, god. This feels like one of those suspenseful spy movies on TV. I hope they don't throw me into a tank of piranhas... Wait. Where would they even have a tank large enough to fit that many piranhas and have space to dump a body into it?'
"Ugh, fine. But I can't guarantee that I won't leave a bruise or a few scratches if she tries anything funny." I hear some shuffling and feel the blankets being pulled off me, "HEY, PUNK. RISE AND SHINE! GET UP!" I immediately shoot off the bed and fall to the floor onto my butt after the sudden noise that was inches away from my ear. It felt like my ear drum might be bleeding from the volume of the female's voice. It's silent for a few moments as I sit on the floor trying to recover from the impact and shock. Then laughter echoes throughout the room, "FUHUHUHUHUHUHUHU! Man, that was hilarious! Hey Z, you sure this punk is part of that AMMO gang? She doesn't seem like she'd make the cut." I hear a groan and look up to get a better look at who has possibly saved or endangered me. A fish lady with blue, scaly skin, yellow eyes, and long, red hair tied into a ponytail stands before me wearing a black tank top and jeans. To my left a young female with blonde hair styled into a pixie cut with blue highlights in her bangs is leaning against the wall. Her bright green eyes are piercing down on my form as her lips are pursed tightly together. She's wearing a white tank top with a black and teal checkered flannel top and distressed jeans. Then I look to my right and I see the man I saw earlier before I became unconscious in the alleyway. Except he wasn't human like I thought he was. He's a robot that looks much like Mettaton, but with a different color scheme and body type. He's a lot buffer with broader shoulders and is wearing the same black scarf and trench coat the night before. His hair is a shiny jet black that's cut short and slicked back. 'Okay. So I was taken in by a robot, a fish lady, and a woman who looks like she could be from the militia. Just play it cool, be nice, and hope they don't ask about last night. Even though they probably will... shit. Of all people why did this have to happen to me?'
"Need a hand, punk?" the fish offers me her hand and I take it willingly. She gives me a toothy, sharp smile and says, "Alright, punk. The name's Undyne. That guy over there with the stuck up attitude is Zane," she points to the robot who sighs and face palms, "The lady leaning on the wall over there is Nicole, though we just call her Buffy since she is ridiculously strong. Not as strong as me though!" Both Zane and Nicole look at her with a stern gaze. She nervously smiles, rubbing the back of her head, "Anyways... we need to ask you some questions about last night."
'Aaaannnd here we go. Okay... What should I tell them? The truth? If I do that then would they believe me? Would they let me go? Or would they imprison me here and torture me because of the magic I have?'
"By the way, if you don't tell us the truth and try to escape then... my friends Z and Buffy over here have given me the orders to take you to the prison cell without harming you." Then a blue light appears in her hand that forms into a spear which she points at my neck. "But... I really can't guarantee anything." I gulp and say, "Yeah... sure. I'll try to answer any questions you have to the best of my ability."
"Looks like we didn't need to take her to the interrogation room, huh Zane?" Buffy walks over to Zane giving him a smug grin.
"Tch." he crosses his arms and looks away.
"Alright, punk. Take a seat." Undyne pulls up the chair by the desk and faces it towards the others. Zane and Buffy sit on the bed while she stands in front of me, holding the spear in her hand.
"So, Z... Do you want me to ask the questions or are you gonna do it? Because last time I asked the questions you complained that they weren't even related to the information we were trying to get out of the guy."
"Undyne... That's because you were asking about anime and whether or not it's real."
"I couldn't help it he was the one wearing an Akatsuki style jacket and t-shirt with a print of Naruto on the front!"
'What even is going on right now? Why are we all of a sudden talking about Naruto?' I look at Buffy who looks at me and just rolls her eyes, then pulls out her phone and starts texting. I watch as Zane and Undyne argue with each other.
"Undyne, you don't just walk up to a suspect and ask them if anime is real. What kind of question is that that someone would even ask?"
"A very important and valid question."
"No, Undyne. It's not. It's not an important question."
Then Undyne turns to me and asks with a menacing tone, "You. Answer me this. Is anime real?"
"Undyne-"
"Shut up, Z." she turns back to Zane then to me. "Well, punk?"
'Um, technically it's not real in real life, but on the screen it is and in the imagination of the creators...' I sigh and ask, "If I say yes, then would you stop arguing with him?"
Undyne shrugs her shoulders, "Maybe."
"Yes. Anime's real."
"ALRIGHT! Told you so, Z! FUHUHUHUHU!" Undyne laughs heartily and points at Zane who is shaking his head in annoyance.
"Buffy... Since you obviously have nothing better to do than mess with that device of yours, why don't you ask the questions considering that Undyne doesn't have her priorities straightened out. In the mean time, I'm going to go get myself some black coffee to soothe this headache I have." He walks out of the room, looking back at me briefly, then heads downstairs.
"Whatever," Buffy gets off her phone then walks up to me, "Alright, shorty. Listen up and listen good. You answer all the questions I give you and depending on the answer, we might let you go. Try to escape and Undyne here'll have to hunt you down. Now, Zane may be a bit more strict on not harming you, but I on the other hand could care less. So, do I make myself clear?" She glares at me with menacing intent.
"Crystal."
Then her mood suddenly flips to a one-eighty, "Good. I'm glad we're on the same page. Now then, on to the first question. Why were you in that area around midnight and what happened?"
'Okay, this one isn't so bad. Just tell the truth.' I clear my throat and answer, "I just got back from Grillby's bar last night and drove home. However, when I got back I noticed something didn't feel quite right. I heard a noise from upstairs in my bed room and when I went to look there I-I saw... there was a fire. I think someone might've thrown a lighter in there, but I'm not sure if that caused it. I managed to escape the my apartment that got burned down, but once I was outside there... there were three people who- they..." My eyes widen in terror as I try to recall what happened last night.
"Punk?"
"Shorty?"
I start to hyperventilate. The one phrase... that one phrase those murderers said... 'She's a murderer.' is the only thing in my mind. I start to feel nauseous. The smell of their blood, those eyes filled with bloodlust, their sick, twisted laughter. It all comes back to me and I start having flashbacks.
"NO! Get away from!"
"Whoa, shorty. Calm down." I feel someone's hand touch my shoulder. I recoil back, pushing them away.
"Don't touch me!"
"Hey, what's going on here?" I hear footsteps approach me, "What's happened?"
"I-I don't know. I just asked her why she was in that alleyway last night and she told me that she got back home from Grillby's then she mentioned something about her apartment being burned down and three people being there. After that she just started to lash out at us." I see them stare at me and all I can feel is fear.
"I see..."
"Hey, Z. Do you want me to rough her up a bit?" A spear is pointed at me and I stand up, backing away from the three of them.
"No, that won't be necessary. Buffy, go get me the tranquilizer vaccine."
"Zane?"
"Just go, alright. I'll take it from here."
"Okay."
"Undyne, I'm going to need you to hold her down for me, alright."
"Okay, but would you care to tell me what's going on?"
"Just do it."
"Fine." She steps closer to me and pins me to the wall. I hit and struggle to get out of her grasp.
"Stop! Don't kill me, please!"
"Stop squirming, runt. We're not gonna hurt you, yet."
"Here." the man tosses a rope to her. I tremble in fear.
"What's this for?"
"Tie her up so that she doesn't escape. When you're done I'm going to try something."
"Try what, exactly?"
"Ugh, just do what I tell you, okay."
"Okay, okay." I feel the rough, coarse fabric rub against the skin on my wrists and ankles, "No! Let go of me! It's not my fault I swear!"
The man approaches me, then something unexpected happens. He wraps his arms around me, "Listen, I know what you're going through alright. I've experienced the same symptoms after the war. We're not going to hurt you."
I squirm, screech, and shout at him to let me go, but he doesn't budge. The other female returns with a needle and I struggle harder to try and escape. The rope rubs against my skin, causing sores and cuts to form. Blood drips from my wrists. Tears fall down my face as I watch the man take the needle and push it into my neck. Then, I start to feel woozy. My eyes shut slowly. The last thing I see are the faces of the three people who had attacked me that night.
I wake up on the same bed as I did earlier with a chair by my side. Sitting on it is Zane, smoking a cigar and reading a Sherlock Holmes book, "You're finally awake, huh?"
"Y-yeah... I guess so. What happened? How long was I out?"
"You started going through some post traumatic stress after Buffy asked you why you were there last night and what happened. Do you want any coffee?" He hands me a mug off the dresser. I reluctantly take it, "Why are you being nice to me?"
"Hmm... Good question. I could put you into the cell and let you rot there for the rest of your life, but... after what Buffy told me and what she said you went through, I figured you weren't an AMMO recruit. Especially since it seemed like the way you answered her question made it sound like you're a target. Now, I don't know why that is or what they could possibly have to gain from trying to hurt you, but if you have any suspicions or clues, then it might be helpful to us."
"I..." I hesitate. 'Should I tell him? I-I don't know...'
"Listen, kid. It's none of my business where you're from, who you are, or what your background is. However, if any of that does cause harm to other people or monsters, then you need to tell me, alright?"
I nod slowly then ask, "Okay, but... Can I ask you something before I answer your question?"
"Depends on what you're asking."
"Well, um... I know it may not be any of my business, but... Who are you guys? Is there more of you?"
Zane sighs then says, "Alright, I guess I'll answer that question for you. We're the Monster Protection Agency or MPA. We're a group of monsters and humans who hunt down any gangs, radicals, or terrorists that attack monster society for the sole purpose of wiping out the entire race, driving them back into the Underground, or oppressing them. Our entire faction is spread across the nation, however our headquarters are right here in this city. However, no one knows of our existence except for the president, governors, a small group of other political figures that support the monster race."
"Whoa... So, would that make you kinda like civil rights activists?"
"I suppose. Though, we don't always use peaceful protests considering that most of the groups hunt down are so hell-bent on getting rid of monsters that they'd die trying."
"Fair enough."
"What about you?"
"Hm?"
"How do you feel about monsters? I heard you went to Grillby's. You weren't there to cause any trouble, were you?"
"N-no. Nothing like that. I could never hurt anyone... At least not on purpose. And as far as I'm concerned monsters seem really nice and friendly. I actually have a few friends who are monsters."
"I see. What about that question I asked you earlier?" I thought I saw a smile appear on his usually stoic face.
"O-oh, right. Well... um... If I tell you... will you... could you promise not to tell anyone else about it, at least not those outside your agency."
"Of course."
"Thank you. Anyways... Do you- have you ever heard of the name Selena Rosella Clark?"
"That name... It rings a bell. Selena... Selena Clark. If I'm not mistaken she's a deceased mage that was once part of SEM."
"SEM?"
"It's an acronym that stands for Society of the Elite Mages. Another secret organization that works under the government whenever there are dangerous situations that may be the cause of magic. Where have you heard that name, kid?"
"Well... My mom's name was Selena Clark. She died when I was twelve years old. The three people that followed me... they mentioned her murdering AMMO's leader's wife with her magic."
"Selena? Murder? AMMO?... Something just doesn't add up."
"Why? What's going on?"
"Well, you see... years ago a very old friend of mine had worked in this same organization and had met the founder and co-founder of SEM. He described their leader as a ghoulish monster, named Damon and the co-founder, his lover, was Selena Clark. From what I've heard Selena would never and had never murdered anyone. Not from all the records and documents they kept, anyways."
"Wait... My mother was in SEM before I was even born and had a lover who was a monster? How long ago was this?"
"Several years before the war when only a few monsters had decided to live above ground. Humans back then still hated monsters, the civil unrest and war didn't break out until more monsters came into the cities. Anyways, someone may have either framed your mother or she kept it a secret from the whole organization and society so that she wouldn't have to go to trial knowing that she would have lost."
"I hope it's the first option."
"Well, there's only one way to find out." He gets up from his seat.
"Where are you going?"
"Downstairs to make a phone call. I have a few things and ideas that an old friend may be able to retrieve that might help. In the mean time, you should head down and greet the others. I think Undyne has something she wanted to ask you. Something about a new home you could stay in until you get the money to afford your own. By the way, what's your name, kid?"
"Jill Clark."
"Nice name. I'll be seeing you with the others shortly." He leaves the room and I get up from the bed, picking up the bag with my diary and phone in it that had been placed on the dresser. I make my way downstairs and try to find Undyne and Buffy. Then I hear a doorbell ring. I go up to the front door and open it. Out on the porch stands two monsters clad in armor carrying grocery bags.
"I'm telling you, 02. We should have, like, gone to that other market place. We would've actually been here a lot sooner."
"01... If we went to the other place we would have never gotten those discounts on jerky for Lesser Dog and Greater Dog. Besides, Undyne, like totally hates the smell of sushi in that store."
I clear my throat and they look at me, "Hey, do you guys want some help, or...?"
"Oh, hey bro. We totally didn't see you there."
"You're, like really short."
"Right. So help or nah? I mean I could grab those for you if-" Just then a small, white dog rushes past me and grabs the bags of groceries with its mouth.
"Well, this is a real bummer."
"We probably should've, like put him in a cage before we left."
All of a sudden I hear shouting coming from the halls. Undyne and Buffy along with some very familiar looking dog monsters run outside, chasing the dog and trying to capture it. "Come back here, punk!"
"Put down those groceries!"
"They don't belong to you!"
The three of us watch as they chase the dog back and forth, up and down the street. 'Well. This has been an... interesting experience. Now I can honestly say that I've seen a dog steal some groceries from two monsters and get chased by a mob of monster dogs, a fish lady, and a human. Yup... I wonder how the others would react if I told them this.' Without warning, the dog sprints over to me and leaps into my arms. The groceries are still in his mouth. Undyne and the others come back over to me as I reason with the dog.
"Uh, hey there little guy. Mind if you give back those groceries to these people." The dog whines and gives me the puppy eye stare, "Oh, come on now. Don't be like that. You should give them back. They don't belong to you. Besides, how would you feel if someone stole a chew toy or your food from you?" He looks up at me, as if he's thinking for a moment, then jumps out of my arms and puts the groceries down. Undyne picks them up, "Alright! Good job, punk!"
Meanwhile, I kneel down and gently pet the dog, "Good boy." I smile at the dog and kiss him on the nose. He licks my face in response and I giggle. Then I stand up, taking the dog in my arms as he nuzzles against my chest. I see the others stare at me.
"What?"
"Looks like I was right. You'd never make the cut, punk! You're such a softie!" Undyne snorts out laughing.
"That was adorable." I hear Buffy whisper as she's holding out her phone in my direction, then quickly puts it away after seeing me stare. Then the tall, huge dog walks up to me and hugs me, licking my face. The other dogs rush over and all pile on top of me, asking to be petted. So I pet them for a bit before they let go of me.
Then, if I remember correctly, the dog named Doggo asks, "Weren't you the human at Grillby's?"
The others stare at me awaiting my answer, "Yeah."
"What are you doing here?" Dogamy asks.
"How did you get here?" Dogaressa says.
"Uh, well..."
"All right, all right. That's enough standing around, huh? I think we should all get back to training. What do you think, 01 and 02?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure, Buffy. Hey, 02, do you maybe wanna, like, get some nice cream later?"
"Sure, 01." I watch as Buffy guides everyone back into the building, except for Undyne. The dog still remains in my arms, slowly falling asleep. Undyne looks over to me and says, "So, punk. You lost your home in the fire, right?"
My eyes remained glued to the dog as I respond, "Yeah."
"Well, I think I might know a friend of mine who likes to help others and admires humans. He's a real dork, but a sweet and innocent dork. He actually has two brothers. One of them is a real gentleman and the other is a bit lazy, but they're good friends once you get to know them. It's gonna take me awhile to get things all smoothed out though. Several days at most, but Zane says he's willing to keep you here until then."
"Alright. Thanks Undyne." I look up at her with a smile.
"No problem. By the way, what's your name? I'd like to call you something other than punk all the time."
"It's Jill."
"Jill? Wow. That name seems a bit predictable for someone like you considering that you're a real sweetheart and cute."
"Pfft. Whatever, Undyne the undying hero."
"Undyne the undying hero?"
"Yeah, cause you seem like you'd be a really cool hero who saves others that are in danger and never gives up no matter what. At least that's how I view your personality. I mean, you work for an agency that hunts down and imprisons gangs that threaten monsters. That takes a lot of courage and guts. I'd probably never be able to do something like that since I'm such a coward."
'Besides, who am I to ask to join such a well organized crime fighting facility after all the pathetic and sinful things I've done.'
"Well, maybe not, but it's not always about being brave or about physical strength. Sure, that stuff helps, but sometimes being clever and having a big heart is just as heroic... Ugh, great. I think all your sappiness has just rubbed off on me. I'm gonna go head inside and join the others. Are you coming?"
"In a bit." I watch as Undyne goes back in. I stay out for a bit until I see Zane come outside. He walks up to me and says, "Well, I think I managed to get the information I needed. The documents I need should be here within a few days. My friend also said that there's something that is supposed to be delivered to you several days from now. He said that the sender is anonymous, but he thinks it may be from a member of SEM."
"Thank you, Zane."
"Your welcome. I'm going to go inside now and ask Undyne for the address of the place that you might be staying at since I'll need it in order to deliver whatever it is that guy wants to give you."
"Alright. I think I'll head in now, too." We both go inside and Zane leads me into the living room. I sit on the couch and watch a few shows for a bit until everyone gets back from training. That evening, I have dinner with everyone in the dining room. I learn that Undyne was once head of the royal guard in the Underground and served the king and queen before and during the war. 01 and 02 were also part of the royal guard and became a couple sometime after living above ground. In fact, most of the monsters here were part of the royal guard besides Zane. Dogamy and Dogaressa have been married even before they left the Underground and had recently became the No. 1 nose nuzzling champions. As for Doggo, he worked as a sentry at a post in Snowdin forest. Buffy just recently got out of military school and decided to join the MPA and became close to Zane. Zane, was apparently created by a monster by the name of Alphys, a scientist from the Underground.
"So, not only did Alphys create Mettaton, but she also created another robot before him?" Undyne asks.
Buffy nods her head, "Mhm."
"Wait, Mettaton was created by a scientist? You were created by a scientist?" I ask.
"Yeah, I was."
"And who is this Alphys person that you were created by?"
Zane sighs and closes his eyes, "She was once an apprentice working under the royal scientist along with his other colleagues-"
"And my girlfriend!" Undyne exclaims. Everyone except me glares at her. I just look at her with curiosity.
"Sorry."
"Anyways, she wasn't always part of Gaster's research team. In fact, she never was always a scientist to begin with. She was an otaku who had created an anime club. One day she had the idea to create a robot and, well. Here I am. Now Mettaton's a whole other story, but I guess I shouldn't tell anyone since he doesn't like to dwell on his past much. She managed to join the royal scientist and his colleagues after creating Mettaton after showing him off to the king. The royal scientist caught news of this and he invited her into the team."
"Wait... Did you just say Gaster and royal scientist?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
Everyone looks to me waiting for an answer, "Well, I kinda sort of met him before I lost my job and went to dinner with him. Then I met his brother at the university and found out he's the substitute teacher for my quantum physics class and yesterday I spent over half the day with both of them."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold up. Are you telling me you met the royal scientist and his lazy, but smart brother who's your sub in your class and had spent most of your time yesterday with them?"
"Yes...?"
"Whoa, punk. You already met Papyrus's brothers and I already asked the three of them to let you stay at their house? This is either a very convenient coincidence or fate." Undyne almost does a spit take after taking a huge sip of water from her glass.
'Wait... I'm going to be living with two charming skeletons that I had already met and their younger brother named Papyrus... Sans, Papyrus, and W.D. Gaster... Wait, are they named after fonts? Does W.D. stand for Wing Dings? Why are they named after fonts? Is it a skeleton thing or just some random names their parents picked for them? Well, hopefully when they find out that I'm going to be living with them for awhile it doesn't get awkward. Oh, who am I kidding, it always ends up being awakward...'
"Well, that's enough about us, punk. So, why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself."
"O-oh. Okay. Well I like food, but desserts are my favorite. My favorite colors are blues, purples, and greens. I like movies and enjoy hanging out with friends, going to theaters, and playing games. My favorite animals are cats, no offense to dogs. I actually like dogs, but I like cats more. I'm interested in science-y and artsy stuff. I like sci-fi, fantasy, romance, comedy, historical, any genre of TV shows, movies, or books really. I especially like super hero movies and especially love Marvel. I like to play video games, draw, write, listen to music, watch movies, watch anime and read manga."
"You watch anime?! Which ones have you seen?!"
"Um, let's see... Attack on Titan, Naruto, Sword Art Online, Death Note, Skip Beat, Fruits Basket, Ouran High School Host Club, Fairy Tail, One Piece, and a few others that I can't recall the names of."
"Awesome! Have you seen Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 1 and 2?"
"No, but I've heard of it."
"My girlfriend's seen both of them. We should all hang out and have an anime marathon sometime."
"Sounds good. I'd love to do that."
"What about your background, shorty?" Buffy asks.
"My background?"
"You know, your history. Where you're from, why you're here. Stuff like that."
"Oh... Well, I guess my background isn't the nicest story to be honest. I was orphaned at the age of twelve after both my parents died. My younger sister and I were separated from each other and sent to different orphanages. The care taker wasn't exactly... friendly. I would always get into trouble with her, but luckily my best friend, Chara, was always there for me whenever things got a bit too intense. I remember this one time when the care taker was so mad she had taken pan off of the oven and tried to hit Chara with it and I pushed him out of the way. The pain was excruciating and left a long, ugly scar down the left side of my body. We were both kicked out that night without any dinner and wandered around the forest until we found an old abandoned tree house that we made into our secret hideout. Then Chara got adopted a few years later and I haven't seen him until recently. As for me, I never gotten adopted. The care taker had tampered all my documents so that I would have never gotten adopted. So, here I am now. An adult with lots of emotional scars and physical ones to boot. It's pathetic really..." Ht tears stream down my face and before I realize it, I'm crying into the table. The painful memories rush through my mind.
Everyone stares in silence then Buffy speaks up, "Wow, shorty... I-I didn't know it was that bad. If I'd known I wouldn't have asked..."
"Guess some people really do have it better than others..." Zane says.
"C-can I see it?"
"H-huh?"
"The scar. I wanna see it."
"Undyne-"
"I-it's fine, but... are you sure you wanna see it? It's pretty ugly. I also have a few others on my back that are probably a lot worse than that one."
"Trust me, punk. How bad could it be?"
I take a deep breath and exhale, "Alright." Slowly, I lift up my shirt to reveal the scar and the new one that's been stitched up by Zane. Undyne's breathing hitches as does everyone else's in the room.
"H-holy shit..." I feel Buffy trace her finger over all the scars on my back while Undyne traces her's over the long scar on my side, trying not to graze over the new one slashed across my stomach.
"Wh-where did you get all these scars from, Jill?"
"The one's on my back are from abuse. One of them is from being kicked off the stairs by the care taker, another one's from being whipped with a belt, some I got from having glass objects being thrown at me. A lot of them are from different things all for the same reason. I always asked questions, did something on accident that I wasn't supposed to do, talk back or smart mouthed without realizing it. Basically it was because I was either too smart or too ignorant and they would always end up punishing me for it. Not that I blame them... I probably deserved it..."
"What makes you say that?" Zane asks.
"Eh, who the hell knows. Karma? Anyways, can we talk about something else now that's a bit more uplifting? Speaking of uplifting, there was this man who saw a ghost at a hotel who had been looking a little down so he decided to ask him what was wrong. After the ghost told him about his troubles the man said to him 'you should really get in to an elevator. It might just lift your spirits.' Get it?"
Undyne's eyes are widened, the dogs are howling with laughter, 01 and 02 are just shrugging their shoulders, Buffy is hiding her laughter with a smirk, and Zane just shakes his head in disapproval. The rest of the evening we plays a few rounds of poker after dinner, talk about various topics, and I get to exchange phone numbers with everyone. Around midnight everyone goes to bed and Zane offers me his room. I tell him that I really wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch, but he insisted on me sleeping in a bed saying that I won't get proper beauty sleep and how sleeping on the couch wouldn't be right for a lady like me. So, I ended up sleeping in the room I was in earlier.
Unfortunately, sleep didn't last. I jolt up from my bed. My heart's pounding. My hands were balled up into fists, clenching onto the sheets of the bed. It was a nightmare. This time I dreamt that everyone had found out about my magic and what I'd done to my parents. They started to resent me, saying hateful things and attacking me. In the background I could hear someone whisper the word murderer and the three people that tried to kill me laughed maniacally as crimson eyes watched me with scorn. Then everyone disappeared except for a figure that was cloaked by shadows. I get up from my bed, 'It's just a dream. It's just a dream. None of its real.' I pace the floor. Then I check the time on the alarm clock on the dresser. '3:15am' I take a deep breath then exhale. I turn on the lamp, grab The Iliad written by Homer on the bookshelf, sit down, and start to read. By the time I'm done reading, it's 7:00am. I head downstairs to see if the others are awake yet. The only people down there that are up are Undyne and Buffy. They're both in the dining room eating breakast.
"Hey, punk! You're up early. Did you decide to do some training with us?"
"Nah, just couldn't sleep." I yawn as I go into the kitchen to grab some cereal.
"Insomnia?"
"Something like that."
"Listen up, punk. Buffy and I've been talking and she's suggesting that we take you out to go shop for some new clothes since you lost all of yours in that fire."
"Yeah. And I've also invited someone that Undyne and I know that's a fashion expert."
"Do I have to go today? Can't I just- I don't know- take a nap?"
"Nope. Sorry, punk. Do you really think I wanna do this? Hell, if I could skip out on this then I wouldn't go to the mall, but since Buffy's offering to go to the comic book store section where they're giving out limited additions of Attack on Titan merchandise I have to go."
"And if that doesn't peek your interest enough, I'm also taking you guys to the bakery and you can pick as many desserts as you want. I'm also going to stop by the video game shop too."
"Ugh... fine. But I'm only doing this because you're promising desserts, deal?"
"Alright."
"Well, punks. What are we waiting for?! Let's go to the mall!" Undyne gets up from her seat and unexpectedly lifts me up, slinging me onto her shoulders, and starts sprinting out of the house while laughing like a maniac.
"Undyne. wait! I haven't even taken a shower yet or brushed my hair!"
"Too bad, punk! Fuhuhuhuhuhu!"
Behind us I can see Buffy face palm then run after us, trying to catch up.
