Frisk sat in front of the officer, who was sitting in a relaxed position. Frisk wished they could be relaxed as the officer, they were stiff as a board. If they messed this up, they could ruin everything for their friends.
"Frisk, can you explain how you got the bruises?" The officer asked softly, pitying the kid whose clothes dripped in blood, only to be outshone by their black left eye, which the color matched the bruises along Frisk's arms and cheeks.
Truthfully, the officers already knew the answer, thanks to the cameras in . They just wanted to see how badly Frisk was affected by monsters expecting them to give them unearned kindness. As the officer expected, Frisk shook their head. "No?" He inquired.
Frisk looked at their hands, "I can't." They earned love for once. And they wanted to keep it, especially since Sans protected them in the underground when he made it clear he didn't really want to.
"Okay." The officer held back a sigh. "I'm going to take you to get cleaned up." The officer took Frisk to the showers, careful to make sure no prisoners were scheduled to shower. Frisk was five and had a kind heart. Who else knows what could happen to them?
"I'm going to be here when you are done." The officer asserted, stating a half truth. "Come to me when you're done." Frisk nodded and went to shower. Truthfully, the officer was standing guard in case someone snuck out of their cell and tried to shower. Frisk didn't have parents to defend them. So, it was now the officer's job to do so.
He heard Frisk crying. Poor kid, he thought. No innocent child deserves this pain.
What he didn't know was Frisk was crying because of what they couldn't save. "If I was really a good person, I could've saved him." They muttered, "But he refused."