Ok! Sans and papyrus are coming soon!
They went to sleep that night in their room with Chara, glad to finally get some sleep. About fifteen minutes into the night, however, two men with large flashlights shined directly onto their faces, making sure they were alive. The men were talking loudly, and not caring about them. The middle of the night, repetitively, over and over until time to wake up. They went to Chara, and asked them about it in the morning.
"They have to make sure we're not dead, so they check. Come on, it's time for showers…" Chara scowled "listen, it's a rough time. The bathrooms are like prison, one wall, twenty or so shower heads. There's no dividers or curtains…" Frisks breathing began to pick up. They were non binary, someone might see them and start calling them thosepronouns. Not the ones they used. "We have an honor code not to look at each other though, so you should be fine. People shouldn't care even if something were to happen."
Frisk nodded, and Chara led them to the next place they needed to be. The towel room. They grabbed the softest towel they could find (that being coarse and grainy) and waited while Chara looked. Glancing around and seeing so many people who would be in the same room, naked, showering with them freaked them out. They breathed in and out, taking in air, calming down. No one should look at them. No one would look at them. They would be fine. Chara took their hand and squeezed in, and they walked into the shower room.
Frisk darted for the corner shower, facing the edge. Everyone had a butt. People wouldn't be able to tell anything from their butt. Carefully, they took off their clothes, breathing deeply through their nose. Something about the smell of the air was scary to them, and they couldn't explain it, but it smelled like pain. Pushing through it, they turned on the shower head. They were pleasantly surprised to find warm water, and put it the shampoo. As they rinsed it out, they paid a moment to stay under the warm water. Everything was going well.
At the next breath everything went wrong. The water turned cold as many other kids turned it on, and they recognized the heavy stench in the air. The cold water washing over their face, was it running or swirling? They couldn't tell anymore, and they couldn't breathe, it was too much. They couldn't breathe or think and nothing was happening and soon their mind pulled them into memories.
Their foster father dragged them by the hair into the bathroom, shoving them down onto their knees by the toilet. "you failure! The police asked you about the bruises, and it took you to long to answer! Do you realize how many problems this will cause?" Their father reached into the cabinet and pulled out the toilet cleaner, pouring it into the bowl until the water was fully purple. "They're going to ask me how I treat you! We'll have to put on our perfect little family show… God, are you even worth the money?" Suddenly, their heads dunked into the water. The water was dead cold, and the Sani flush burned their face. They tried to breathe, but got a burning lungful, and began to cough. They began to wonder if this was how they were going to die here, like this. They wondered if that was a good thing, when their face was pulled out. They hacked and spluttered until their lungs were emptied. Their father refilled the toilet with the cleanser, stuck their face in, and flushed, and the feeling of their face being dragged by the water was to much, it was all too much.
They were on the floor of the showers, wheezing and panting and the cold water was on their face, pulling their face, burning because of the scent. Chara hurried over and tried to help them up, but they curled tighter into fetal position. Asriel and MK looked worried off to their left but no, that wasn't good, it wasn't, the sani flush was in their nose and the ice cold water was there as well. Suddenly, two large men came and picked them up, and dragged them away. They began rapidly flailing their hands, shaping desperate words. "Chara Asriel MK help help help no, don't take me do not take I don't want this" and they kept repeating. Chara ran up and punched one of the men in the face, throwing a towel at frisk, with their brief moment of freedom they wrapped the towel around themself. Their arms were grabbed again, and they were sobbing and they couldn't breathe and it didn't make any sense at all.
They were dragged into a room full of cots, and they were thrown on top of one, the scratchy material making them itch. The men strapped their arms down to the bed, so they began flailing their legs, which were soon also strapped to the scratchy cot. All they had was their towel, and they were panicked. Nothing was working, so they just sobbed, the horse noises hardly reminiscent of their normal voice. Soon they were left to cry on the cot, as the men left and they were alone on the bed.
Sans was done with the car ride, he couldn't stand it any longer. Her had no idea how Papyrus, his brother, was able to drive for so long in such a cheerful manner. He couldn't go for half an hour without feeling tired, let alone the five hour drive paps had taken them on. Mr. Blook had sent them a long way for this job, so when they finally pulled up sans sighed with relief. He ran his hair through his messy brown hair, deciding it was getting a little long.
"BROTHER!" Papyrus beamed. "WE HAVE ARRIVED! IT IS TIME TO GO IN AND SEE THE OPERATION OF THIS BRAND-NEW LOCATION!" Sans gave a lazy smile and nodded, before stepping into the front office. There was a fish tank by the wall, filled with an array of tiny fish. An attendant sat at the desk with the most perfect legs he'd ever seen propped up on the table.
"Ah! You two must be the new workers Mr. Blook sent." He stood up. "We had a little…incident in the showers this morning." The way his chipper voice dipped on the word incident made sans feel slightly nervous. "If you could show us your skill by calming down our panicking inmate, that would be appreciated." Sans realized that right off of the bat they would be working.
"How about you give my brother here the tour, and I deal with the panicked one? It's not going to help the kid if they get crowded." Sans said. Mettaton nodded, and led the way back to a room labeled panic room. He didn't know what he was expecting, but this was not it.
There was a series of touch scratchy cots with restraints built in. The room smelled of bleach and sweat, and there wasn't a window to be seen. The room was dead silent save the rough sobbing of a kid in the corner, and that wasn't the most shocking. The kid was only covered by a towel, and they were sopping wet. The cot was soaked through and dripping onto the ground, and they were pulling against the restraints.
"Leave." He shoved Mettaton out of the room, and stepped towards the kid, slowly and carefully. He undid the hand restraints first, and the kids sobbing lightened up. They're hands were immediately flying above them, sign language spilling out. "Hey kid? I need you to listen to me. My name is sans. I'm a friend. I'm going to go get one of your friends, ok? Tell me who I need to get, allright?" And their hands were flying in a repeated series of letters.
So sans got up and went to find this Chara. He eventually found a girl pacing back and forth, chewing on her lip. She was stressed, kicking the floor, clearly worried about something. She saw him approaching and snarled at him. "H-Hey! Where's frisk? What did you all do with them?"
Sans sighed. "I'm taking you to them now. They aren't going to calm down until you're there, and they have some decent clothes on. Do you know where their room is?" The kid, Chara it seemed, led him to a room that was cramped and small with two beds, a dresser, a table, and a toilet in the corner. The worst, least comforting room he'd ever seen.
"Grab their most comfy clothes, doesn't matter if they're pajamas or normal clothes. Also, do you two have a towel?" Chara just ignored him and grabbed a mostly dry towel off of the floor, a large massive sweater out of a drawer, and a pair of comfortable pants. Soon they walked into the the so called "panic room" and saw frisk rocking back and forth in the corner, weeping and taking gasping breaths. Chara slowly walked over and sat beside them, and her face softened considerably.
"Frisk?" Frisk glanced up, and looked at them. "I have some clothes for you… And I have a towel to dry off, so just… Here. I won't look." Chara shut their eyes, and sans followed suit. He waited until the rustle of clothing being pulled on stopped, and until he heard Chara's voice. "There we go frisk? Better?" Frisk just gave a shaken nod. "Let's get out of this awful room, ok? Let's go together to our room. Sans can come if you want?" Frisk nodded rapidly, hands twisting and shaking, breath short. Chara took their hand and carefully and gently led them to their room, with sans following closely behind. Eventually, through gentle breathing exercises, frisk managed to calm down. Calm enough to breathe normally, and relax.
"Hey kid, you are you doing alright?" Frisk nodded, and grabbed chara's hand. They were still on edge, so sans decided a crowd wouldn't be best now. "Hey Chara, who are you two's friends? I want to get them in here to help you out. Is that alright?" After confirming with frisk that it was alright, he stood up to go get them.
Chara was shocked. They had just taken frisk to the morning showers, just an easy, calm time to go there. They took them early so less people could see them, they got them the cornerstall. Everything was fine until the cleaning ladies poured the toilet cleanser into the dish, and the putrid stench spread. Suddenly, frisk was on the ground rocking back and forth, sobbing. Chara tried to get them to calm down before they came, but soon the people were there and dragging frisk away. Showers were cut short, and they were dried off and enter to their rooms. Chara got sent with Asriel and MK.
"Ch-Chara?" Asriel was shaking. "Is frisk going to be ok?" Monster kid bit their lip, scuffing the ground with one foot. Chara began to consider what on earth she should say. She didn't know whether or not frisk would be ok. She didn't know when they would be back, but she didn't want to upset Asriel.
"Asriel, frisk will be fine. They were getting a little calmer, it's going to be ok." Chara thought over, and realized
Mettaton began showing the strangely attractive man around, while papyrus surveyed the scene. Looking at this place, he could already list of thirty or so things that would definitely not help a panic attack. The rusting jail-cell style bars, the dark and peeling paint. This place would need a massive do-over; Mr. Blook certainly had their work cut out for them.
"GOOD MR. METTATON?" Papyrus let out a gentle shout, getting his attention. Mettaton looked over. "THIS ENTIRE PLACE NEEDS RE-DOING. THIS ENVIRONMENT WOULD NOT BE HELPFUL TO HEALING THE MINDS OF THE YOUNG YOUTHS. ALSO, WHAT ARE THE AGES OF CHILDREN HOUSED IN THIS FINE ESTABLISHMENT?"
Mettaton sighed, and mumbled out an answer. "The eldest in Peachford is eighteen, and the youngest…. Is…" Mettaton barely said the next word, clearly ashamed. "Three."
"EXCUSE ME?" Papyrus's face was shocked. "I DO BELIEVE I MISHEARD YOU. DID YOU SAY… THREE?" He could hardly believe his ears, a three year old? That had to be a misheard, or a joke. But his fears were only heightened when Mettaton nodded, refusing to meet his eyes. "AND… ARE THERE MULTIPLE THREE YEAR OLDS?" Mettaton nodded. Papyrus sighed.
"YOU CANT EXACTLY DIAGNOSE A THREE YEAR OLD UNLESS THEY SPEAK OF VOICES IN THEIR HEAD, OR TRY TO STAB SOMEONE. METTATON, WHY WOULD YOU AUTHORIZE THESE INCARCERATIONS?" He looked hurt and confused. A three year old did not need to be sent here, that just didn't make sense!
"While I understand that, if the client's parents pay enough we have to accept them." Mettaton bit his lip. "I don't know how else to do this. The handful of three year olds we have are here for anger issues!"
Papyrus simply sighed and bit his lip. By the end of the tour, it seemed like there was no way to get this place in workable condition… But he would try, for the sake of every child stuck in the god forsaken place.