( Men in black have come for Frisk and are taking her to the government building. They have some questions for her, or do they really? )
(characters belong to Toby Fox, Story made by me)
(Warning: Chapter filled with abuse. None sexual but abuse none the less)
Chapter11
Interrogation
The world around me is in a haze.
My eyes are unfocused as they star at the black blur before me. I did not want to see the man that the blur is conveniently covering.
But I can feel him.
He sits before me, smug. Silently laughing at me as he sits like a cliché villain in one of those old super-hero movies. One leg over the other, leaning back into the black seats with hands clasped before him. His eyes, a sharp green, covered now by black sunglasses, stare into me.
I can feel his judgment like a brand on my soul.
The other men around us are like air, unnoticeable. They don't move, talk, nor do they seem to breathe. They sit like statues, stiff on either side of us as the black car takes us to the main government building of the city.
Damn thing is easy to spot. It is the largest and fattest building in the whole city. Pretty much the statue of every rich guy that it represented. It is the main headquarters of the government officials, them and their officers. And these assholes...
"Your quiet today Monster girl."
I flinch at the voice and look up at the man before me. His white teeth sparkle in the darkness and a shiver runs down my spine as I cringe inwardly. A sickening sensation starting at the pit of my stomach. My back, ramrod straight, is now aching violently, along with my shoulder as I try not to touch the men sitting on either side of me.
Bothering not to respond, I knew he didn't expect me to nor did he really want me to, he continues, "You've been naughty of late haven't you? Attacking individuals in a pub to protect a monster, not attending your place of work, and having a monster tell your manager you quit, and..." He stops for a moment, his ora, spreading around me like a thick muck that I wanted to clean from me. His overwhelming pleasure at goading me is almost choking. " The fact that you have gone over and beyond your limits of the agreed terms of your contract with the monsters." He ticks at me as he shakes his head. As if he was disappointed at a naughty action of a child. "Not a good move their monster girl. Not good at all."
To distraught and disgusted to look at him I turn away and curl into myself just to immediately have a fist ram into my chest and grab a handful of my shirt. I scream as he jerks me close to his face and I feel horror intensify as sharp green eyes stare hard into my own. The glasses no longer conceling their evil gaze.
"YOU AND THOSE FILTH NEED TO KNOW YOUR PLACE." He whispers harshly into my face. His gritted teeth almost knashing, looking as if he would bite my very nose off. Spit hitting me from the very force of his words, "YOU WILL DO BETTER TO LEARN WHERE YOU BELONG. YOUR HUMAN. NOT SOME FANTISFUL BEAST FROM NEVERLAND." He pauses. Green eyes bulging out from their sockets as his fist tightens harshly on my shirt. The pain from the initial grab pulsing harshly. "YOU NEED TO LEARN TO WAKE UP AND SMELL THE ROSES. DO YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU'RE THE ADOPTED DAUGHTER OF THE MONSTER ROYAL FAMILY, THAT GIVES YOU THE ENTITLEMENT TO NOT FOLLOW HUMAN LAW!" He shakes me. My body thrashes around like a rag doll, teeth clanking in my mouth uncomfortably.
I think I bit my tongue.
"YOUR HUMAN! A FILTHY ORPHAN WHO NO ONE WANTED! AND WE ALL KNOW WHY!" He grins. His teeth flashing again and the urge to cover my nose to protect it is almost overwhelming.
"NO ONE WANTED A KID LIKE YOU! A FREAK! DO YOU REMEMBER!? DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT YOU REALLY ARE! "
I do, but I didn't want to.
I want him to stop...I want him to shut up.
I want to be anywhere but here.
I want Sans.
"No one wants a no mans child." His last sentence ends normally as he releases my shirt and slumps back regally into his chair. His expression cold as ice. his emotions cold and calculating. Waiting. But under the icy facade, I know what lurks underneath. Excitement, joy, anticipation. He is waiting for something
I know what it is, but I dare not think of it now.
Shivering I jerk back into my seat and clutch my chest. Curling up into the seat I turn away from him to hide. He laughs softly, almost pleasantly.
"A child who appears out of the blue. Nothing to them but a name and clothes on their backs. A no man's child. An evil child. A freak equal to that of a monster." turning his head he looks outside and his smile returns, deeper than before.
Dread trickles slowly into my soul.
"We're here."
I shiver at the smile on his lips as my eyes slowly creep to the window to my left. The stairs of that accursed building stars back at me in their marble white glory. And at the very end of them, is our destination.
The statues, that were the guards sitting by us, come to life, and open the doors, and exit the vehicle. I slide slowly out of the car myself, not wanting to be touched again, and slowly walk to the foot of the stairs. I cooperated only because I know what is at stake if I didn't. There were a lot of things happening at this moment that depended on my complete obedience.
Even though with every step, with every timid acknowledgment, I loath every second of it.
My eyes stare blankly at the first step, unwillingly, and unable to take that first initial climb. This almost always happens to me.
I know what awaits me in there.
A hard shove forward almost brings me to my knees, but I straighten and keep my balance. I begin to walk up the steps, surrounded by the robots that were the guards, and being led by the blond ass hole before us.
We enter the overly large glass doors and into a large overly luxurious hallway. It is blinding white with marble stones being the main building block of the interior of the whole hall. There are a few trimmed plants and lots of gold and silver decorations. It is large. Like a train station or something like that. However, the grand looking place had dark secrets. And the beauty and richness of it all are not lost to me, but I just didn't give a shit. I've seen it hundreds of times.
As I was being dragged, pulled, or hauled in unwillingly in the past.
We approach the elevators now and the blond guy pushes the button...
Oh and if you're wondering what his name is, sorry to not say it before, It's Luke. Why did I not say it before? Because I hate him. With my entire being. I don't even want to say his name but it will make it easier than to say that man that man over and over again won't it?
Luke pushes the button and it opens to reveal an equally luxurious and overly large compartment. We squeeze in and he pushes a button for the top floor. An uncomfortable shifting sensation coursed through me as the elevator shoots straight up like a bullet. A light flashes behind us, and I know we're passing the windows overlooking the city. To others, it might look grand. To me, it was an indication of how close I am to the top floor...
And what is to come.
So I never look outside.
I stare at the floor and think about where I would rather be.
In my parent's apartment eating mothers cooking. Listening to dads stories as he pets my head tenderly by the fireplace. Listening to Undyne and her wife bicker then cutely makeup. Being in Sans arms as he holds me close, slowly loving me. Telling me how much he needs me. And even though we were getting reacquainted, and we only began to get to know each other recently, the idea of just being in his arms, being held by him, loved by him...
The elevator rings as we finally reach the top floor.
My blood freezes in terror for a moment as the doors open. However, a sudden numbness takes over me and I take the first steps into the hallway. The guards walk ahead as Luke continues to guide me to the dreaded room. The hall is white. Blinding white and bland. White doors line up like sentries on either side of us as we march down the eerily quiet hall. Each step feels like my soul is being drained slowly into the white space of nothing.
The last door in the hall now faces us. I can't help but shiver at the sight of it. Luke grins down at me, his teeth flashing as brightly as the white walls around us before he takes hold of the back of my already ruined shirt and opens the door. Unceremoniously, he drags me in ruffly, even though I didn't even bother to struggle, and practically throws me into a giant metal chair.
In reflex, my body shoots up from it and I run for the door. He grabs me and shoves me back into it, using his body to pin me down. The guards, who had made it into the room before us, rush in and strap the leather around my wrists, ankles, neck, and torso. By the time they finish, I look as if I was ready to be executed.
And in a way I am.
My body quakes in fear as I find myself trapped in that fucking chair again. Unable to move, unable to say anything. I am trapped at their whim. Which is how they liked it. Which is how HE liked it.
Luke stood over me, his glasses slightly tossed from our struggle. He adjusts them and straightens his clothes slowly. Walking smoothly before me he stops in front of me and gazed at me quietly for a few moments. And slaps me. And slaps me again. And again, and again, and again, and just for the fuck of it, again.
Just because he can.
"You never learn monster girl." He says through gritted teeth. His body shaking slightly as he finally stops slapping me to stand tall. As I am, he looks like a giant to me. The light shadowing his features to make him look as demonic as ever.
"Once you're here, your ours. For however long we want you. And after the last few days..." He chuckles, his teeth flashing brightly. "We have lots of questions. Oh yes, lots."
I can't stop the whimper that escapes my lips.
The pain on my cheeks reverberates as I watch him lick his lips and turn as another man walks in. This one shorter, with a messy mop of blond hair. He wears the same outfit as the rest of them and is as lean as a pole. He struggles to bring in a huge machine which bearly fits through the door. However Luke doesn't bother to help him, nor the other men in the room. Finally, the man pulls it through and he turns and shoves it toward me.
My body shivers and I jerk sharply to one side as the machine is placed next to my chair. My body quakes as the man quickly set up the dreaded device. Plugging it in, turning it on, button pressing. Every moment sends my mind and body into a crazed frenzy of dread. By the time he is finished my wrists and ankles are bleeding from my struggles. Tears run down my face and my wounded arm, freshly healed by Papyrus, is red and slightly swollen from my repeated jerking of my arms. The whimpers and the small uncontrollable whispers won't stop flowing from my lips.
"No, no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no..." like a prayer, I whisper it over and over again. Knowing it is futile, knowing no one in the fucking room cared.
But I can't stop it.
Luke watches me with pleasure written all over his smug fucking face.
The man finishes and hesitates to approach me. His eyes focusing on my panicked face.
"Finish it up, Jake. I hate it when you do this every time. You don't need me to tell you to finish your fucking job." Luke hisses at him.
Jake nods and walks over to my seat in one fluid motion. I jerk sharply and blood drips onto the floor. Jake gently grabs my ankle with the device on it and plugs it into the machine.
It is done.
The torcher is about to begin.
I scream out in terror and Jake jerks back in surprise. Luke slaps me again and my head snaps sharply to one side.
"Shut the fuck up you little skank!" He snarls before pushing Jake ruffly to one side and snaps his fingers. A chair is brought to him and he sits down in it backwards. His face slightly agitated, but behind the glasses, I know his eyes are glazed. This part always excited him. I could feel his energy, knew what he was about to say, about to do.
And I could not stop him.
"Now monster girl. The incident at that flea-bitten monster bar. What exactly happened?" He stares at me from behind his glasses. His arms resting easily on the chairs back.
My body shakes, and my mind is in chaos. However, I try to speak, needing to do something, anything to forget where I am right now.
"I...I did nothing WRONG!" The last words were an accidental shout as fear continues to eat at me.
"I was there with...F...friends..a..and a...aa...a human tried to..."
That is a mistake. The moment I said 'human' Lukes expression changed into a harsh frown.
My body turns cold.
"Human? Huh. It seems little monster girl keeps forgetting what she is. Maybe...a reminder of some sort can help her remember?" His grin is sick, twisted, cruel. I know what he wants to do. He would do it anyway just because he held the button in his sick little hand. Hidden just behind the cuff of his sleeve. He wants to push the button. Needed to push the button.
Evening knowing this I shook my head. Fear eating at me like a live animal in my gut. My body quakes madly in the seat, fruitlessly trying to get away before the pain starts.
He smiles...and pushes the button.
PAIN!
I don't know why I forget it after a while. Living the type of life that I do. I thought the acidic pain of the poison those men threw on my back was bad but BOY, I remember now! It's not the worst I have ever felt.
NO.
Next, to the pain coursing through my ankle and up my very bones, it is a holiday in a nice warm place. Away from all the bad things.
My body jerks harshly against its restraints. The pain of my head slamming against the chair is a mere scrap compared to the shocking agony of the pain running through my very bones. Electricity dances through my ankle, up my leg, and into my very being, over and over again. Long shocks, little shocks, continuous almost without end shocks.
The whole time Luke smiles.
Finally, the pain ends and I slump almost lifelessly against the chair. Head rolling to one side. Eyes open but dull at the far wall.
Luke is pleased.
"Well, it looks like we got the message across. Your human, like the rest of us Monster girl. No...not just a little monster." His grin becomes impossibly wide, almost clown-like. "A no mans child. Worst than a normal monster."
A shiver runs through me at those words and he laughs. He laughs long and hard as he pushes the button again and I shriek in agony as the pain coursed through me again.
Several hours pass and the torcher continues. He asks questions, I try to answer through a swollen tongue and a jelly jaw. When he doesn't get his answers fast enough, he pushes the button. It is always like this. Over and over. I was his sick little doll, stuck in his own personal electric toy. And he loved every moment of it.
The worst part is, this almost had nothing to do with monsters, government, or anything else. He just had the power. And no one told him what to do here.
By the time he is done he is smiling from ear to ear. He sighs and flips his arm that had the button in the sleeve and stands. Stretching almost sexually he walks over to my limp form and touches my swollen purple cheeks.
Almost tenderly.
A small portion of my soul recoils as he does this. But I can't move, I can only stare dully to one side.
"You were perfect today my sweet." He says in a loving voice. My soul shrivels at his closeness, his voice. "Maybe...this time around, you would mind what you're told."
Then he gently licks the side of my burning cheek before standing and sauntering to the door. The other men follow him woodenly, their expressions never changing.
Before he leaves he turns to the one man who stands still by my chair and says, "Finish what you need to do and take her home. Make sure she gets there in one piece." His words almost sound like he worries for me, even though the last few hours prove otherwise.
Jake nods and Luke gives him his back and leaves with his cronies.
Jake quickly begins working on my leg brace. Replacing the machines cords with computer cords and checking the records there. After downloading the information, he resets it and unplugs everything. Afterwards, he takes a moment to look at me. His eyes full of pity.
But he wasn't going to do anything now. We both knew our roles.
He begins to unbuckle me from the chair and hisses at the amount of blood dripping from my limbs. Afterwards, he rushes from the room and returns with a wheelchair. After wheeling it close to me he gently picks me up and places me in the chair. Wheeling me out into the hall he takes me into another room that looks like a medical room. He stops the chair next to the bed and picks me up again and places me on the hard looking bed's surface.
Working quickly he grabs what he needs and begins to patch me up. After a few minutes, my writs and legs are bound and I am technically ready to go. But my body remains limp and my eyes dead.
From how I feel I might as well be.
Jake clucks his tongue at my state and takes a needle from his pocket. After rubbing down my arm with alcohol he stabs me with the needle quickly and lets the fluids drain into my veins.
"That should do it." He says gently as he pats my arm. "You'll be right as rain in an hour."
He then pulls the wheelchair up again and picks me up from the table. Placing me on the chair he turns it around and we leave the room.
Five minutes later, finds us in the basement parking lot where his car rested. A black Sedan that has seen better days. He pulls the wheelchair close to the side door and opens it smoothly. With expert hands, he lifts me from the chair and into the front seat. Pulling the chair away from the door he wheels it away and approaches later to buckle me in and shut the door. After sliding into the driver's seat he adjusts himself and soon we're off.
Ten minutes go by in silence as the black Sedan makes its way through the dark rainy streets of the city. I can feel the medicine's effects on me. My body is growing slowly stronger. But I still can't move. Still unable to conjure the very ability.
"You know, I don't know what happened in the last few days Frisk, but, you were reckless."
A flash of anger races through me, but I can't talk now.
"You know the government has you under lock and key at the moment, and we're doing everything we possibly can to fight for your right to be with your family longer than a day. But they are not making it easy. It doesn't even help that you're a No man's..."
A snarl is the only thing that leaves my lips. I can't-do much else. Hearing this he becomes silent as he drives on. I preferred it that way.
We finally reach my apartment and the rain has finally stopped. The ground wet with liquid and sparkling with the night lights that glowed dimly down on us. He parks close to the gate just outside of the rundown building where my apartment is. Leaving his side of the car he comes around and pulls me out gently from my seat. He tries to be as gentle as possible as he carries me over the stairs, across the long walkway, to the front door of the apartments, and up the five stories to my little hovel of a home.
Using a spare key, he opens the door and carries me inside. Depositing me on the bed, he gently pulls the covers around me and fluffs my pillows. He reaches over to grab Mr. Giggily, who sits on the nightstand, and I growl fiercely again. Jake stops and looks at me with a frown. Then shrugs.
He sits beside me silently for a moment before saying, "You have to start minding the rules for now Frisk. You can't stay around the monsters longer than twenty-four hours. Even in small amounts. We made it possible that you can visit the clinic without it deducting your hours, but that is the only place you can go, and only for those appointments." He looks back at me fiercely. "We're trying to help. The United will do what we can to fight for your friends and family, but you have to play along a little longer. You have to find a human job and stick with it! I know it's hard, but it's for your good as well as theirs." He stands and places a gentle hand on my swollen cheeks.
"Just stick with it a little longer. One day you'll be with your family again. One day. Until then, mind the rules. Please."
Taking his hand off my face he straightens and turns to leave and hesitates as he is faced with a lean, bent, and wrinkly old man.
"So the little hussy comes back, does she. Thinking she can run away from what she is!" He spits out as he shakes. "A No man's child, a monster child! A beast in human form!" He roars as he swings his fist at me. "Nothing but trouble! Loud obnoxious child!" The old man then turns away from the door. Mumbling away as he goes back into his own apartment.
Jake sighs and shakes his head, "Don't mind him Frisk he's just a harmless loud old man. Nothing but hot air from him. Remember that." He nods after him and exits through the door. Turning before it closes he says, "Sleep well little princess. Your royal family reunion will be soon. The United promise that." He gives me a big grin and shuts the door softly.
I am alone now.
Alone in my shitty apartment, in the shitty city, in my shitty life.
Laying here, boneless, almost lifeless, I think back over the last few years. Not only hiding my abilities from everyone, but hiding the abuse from the government officials, and the people around me. I never told my parents about it because I knew my father would declare war. And I know the outcome.
My parent's people, my family, friends, everyone...would die. Just like that. They would be whipped clean and be nothing but dust. A memory. Then after a few years, not even that. They would be forgotten. As if they never existed. A bad dream long since woken up from by humans.
Why did humans hate them so much?
As I think, I feel a wetness dripping from my eyes. It falls in steady rivulets down my burning cheeks and into my ears and hair. The stream intensifies as sniffles begin to choke past my swollen throat. Horrible sounds escape my lips as my body beings to shake lightly. The shaking intensifies until I am quaking under the thick covers. However, I keep my sobs as silent as I can. If I'm too loud the man next door would hear me and he would pound away at my walls. Cursing and cussing for hours on end.
So I lay here. Silently. Sobbing as my body slowly comes back to life due to the medication. The pain it brings with it is far from something I want to feel right now. It is a tingling, ripping pain. It shoots through me with every shake my body gives, but I could not stop it.
Deep down in my heart, I am exhausted. I'm tired of the lies, tired of the deception, and tired of hiding the truth from my family. I only told them so much, but never this. And I'm still afraid to. Afraid of the outcome. Jake is right. If I want this to end peacefully I had to...
More tears fall from my eyes as the realization of being trapped wraps through my very being.
Is there no other way?!
Even if I want to I could not find peace in any of the monsters arms tonight. Not my parents, friends, or newly found lover. If I spend too long with them...and those men catch me again, it could be worse. Much worse.
So I will lay here and...and...
Tears bour harder from my eyes as the sniffles threaten to grow louder.
Sans..
I want Sans!
Sans.
Sans...
Saaannnnssss...
SAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSS!
My mind cries out. I didn't expect an answer. I can't scream for fear of the old man yelling. I can't yell because I barely had a voice to yell with.
It all came from the deepest part of my heart...and soul.
"Frisk?"
The sudden sound of my name shocks me and I jerk up and moan at the pain.
"Frisk wha...what happened to you baby!?" Sans exclaims as he runs over to me from the middle of my room. He sits down on the side of my bed and touches the bruises on my face. His eye flashes dangerously as he takes in my face and beholds my apperence.
I stare up at him as his anger intensifies. Confused by his sudden appearance, but elated.
Suddenly didn't give two shits how he got here. I'm just too overjoyed that he is here.
"Frisk who did this to... Hummm!?"
Against the searing pain, I reach for him and pull him into my arms. I kiss him as if he is my very air to breathe, the only food to eat, the last drops of water to drink. He is my life, and I can't believe I have lived this long without him in it.
How could I forget a monster like him?
How could I forget the most important part of myself?
He pulls away slightly and holds my arms gently, "Frisk. Baby what..."
"I don't want to be a Nobody anymore." I begin, "I don't want to lie to you or Father or Mother anymore." I shiver and the pain rakes through me but I continue. "I don't want to keep this up, Sans. I'm tired. Tired of the lies, tired of the pain, tired of continuously having to live by their rules." I look up at him. My eyes dripping with tears. Tears of pain, regret, and anger. "I want it to stop Sans! I want to live! I want my own life. I want to live with you and Papyrus, Mother and Father, all the other monsters!" I begin to talk louder, not giving a fuck about the old man anymore. My lover is here, that is enough. "To wake beside you, to hold you! To not be afraid of what other humans think about me...even though...even though they hate me so much anyway for what I am..." I shiver and sniff and I burst into tears. I cry brokenly. My sobs choking on a raw throat and tired lungs. My cry is ugly unclean and loud. Shivering nonstop, I fall into his arms and beg him with my entire heart and soul to hold me.
To never let me go.
To accept me where no one else, other than my family of course, would.
Bony arms wrap around my body and pull me close. The embrace is warm. Bony hands slid slowly up and down my back. Soothing circles repeat over and over my spine as warm breath fans over my wet, sweety, hair. His body rocks mine gently. back and forth. Slowly. So slowly.
A deep hum suddenly surrounds suddenly me. A song, with no words, spreads throughout the room. The tune sounds ancient, almost Celtic in nature. The sound is soothing, warm, like a warm day in a glen. Surrounded by nature and the light of the sun. Warm...so warm.
Sans...
Sans...
"Sans?"
The humming stops but the rocking and rubbing continues. "Yes, sweetheart?"
"I...I don't want this to ever end...I...I want to always..."
BAM BAM BAM!
"GOD DAMN MONSTER GIRL! SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU WHORE!" Cries the old man.
(Well guys here you go, chapter 11. Sorry for the delay but even though I had a good idea for this one it also took a life of its own. As well as I had other work to do :D. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter. It is a lot darker than I would have liked but this needed to happen. We are now getting a glimpse of the true reason why the humans hate Frisk. More revealed in later chapters. And the next chapter :3 well let's just say, it's going to be rated major RRRRR. :D No holding back! So if you guys are very picky about sex. Major sex, then please wait until chapter 13. ty :D And may you all have a lovely day.)
(P.S several of you have written to me and said you wanted to help with the story, with adding ideas and so on. I appreciate that my dears, but at this moment I am just fine with ideas. This story is taking an interesting direction and I kinda have a feeling of where it's going to go :D So I'm good. I would like to thank everyone again for your well wishes as well. I'm doing much better and I will finish this story to the best of my ability. No worries. Take care dears!)
