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It had all started at Tesco's.
After a long, hard night of lounging in your room with your cat, watching movies and drinking vodka, you'd unsurprisingly developed a hangover the next day. This led you to your self-pitying mood of the morning, and also the store.
When you'd searched everywhere in the house (to your mom's irritation) and couldn't find any painkillers, you nearly cried then and there.
You weren't an avid drinker, god no - you didn't have enough money to be an alcoholic, but boy if you were rich you'd definitely die by forty.
There was just something about being drunk.
So, begrudgingly, you trudged back to your room and pulled some ripped jeans and a pair of thick, black boots. You didn't bother to change your shirt, instead opting to pull a thick hoodie over your torso, assuring yourself that nobody would ever know or care. You grabbed your wallet and your phone, slipping both into your pocket before making your way downstairs.
"Oh, god." Your mom winced from her spot on the couch, looking up from her phone as you entered the living room. "You're not going out like that, are you?"
Gino sat on her lap, staring at you with (almost) as much disappointment as your mom.
Gino was a fat grey cat with blue eyes. He was around eleven years old and apparently held the spirit of an uptight fashion designer from 'Pari, darling!'. Either way the cat was full of himself and bitter to the core.
Crumpet, however was the complete opposite. She wasn't even a year old yet but attempted to assert her dominance by attacking chair legs, screaming, and squaring up to mirrors. She was a small ginger cat with white paws.
And then there was Noir, who was probably in the kitchen, sitting at your dad's feet. She was a small black spaniel, four years old, and the definition of a cinnamon roll.
When Crumpet noticed your entrance, she bolted upright, nearly crashing into your legs before swatting at your feet.
"I'm getting some paracetamol, do you want anything?" You decided to ignore your mom's comment, waiting for her to reply. After being satisfied with a 'no', you walked into the kitchen area where your dad was, washing the dishes in the sink moodily. Noir wiggled happily at your entrance, and jumped up at your legs in excitement. You grinned and scratched her head, before switching your focus to your dad.
"You want anything?" You repeated.
"A dishwasher." Your dad huffed, gesturing to the plates and cutlery in the sink.
"Aw, but that's what you're for!" You smirked, heading for the door.
"Yeah yeah, go away." Your dad laughed in mock annoyance, waving you away with a soapy hand.
You smiled, and opened the door, pulling your hood over your head to cover your messy hair.
It was a short walk. All the stores around you were only around five minutes away. You weren't too worried about how you looked, but your mom was right (as much as you hated to admit it), you looked awful.
All you could do was hope you didn't bump into anyone you knew.
The automatic doors opened, and you stepped into the building.
Immediately, you were hit with that warm, plastic-y smell that all major food stores have. The colourful isles were calling your name, especially the purple 'baked goods', but you ignored all in favour of the icy-blue 'freezer' isle. You wanted your Ice-cream. Now.
Yes, you know you came in for painkillers, but ice-cream was your favourite thing in the whole world. You loved all of it; The classics, the real out there flavours, the cheap brands, the expensive, you name it. It was your weakness.
As normal, you opened the freezer doors with a smile on your face, and outstretched your hand into it, before pulling out a cookie dough tub. You looked at it in consideration. Yes, cookie dough was amazing but not quite what you wanted today.
You moved on to the next.
Caramel? Nah.
Rocky Road? Tempting but no.
Mint? Not in the mood.
Neapolitan? Boring.
"You know, I always find fruity stuff-"
"Nggggg—!!!" You screamed, hitting your head on the door as you slammed it shut while your head was still coming out. "Ow, fuck!"
Laughter. Of course, they were laughing at you.
And it was the most gorgeous girl you'd ever seen. You wanted to die.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" She asked, still laughing.
She looked so cool. She had loose curly brown hair and beautiful blue eyes. Her smile was dazzling. She looked like she'd just walked out of an model's Instagram page.
And you looked... uh. Not good.
Fuck.
"No, don't laugh at me!" You laughed nervously, clutching your now-bruised head.
"Sorry, sorry!" She let out her last few chuckles. "I just wasn't expecting you to freak out."
"It's not my fault you snuck up on me!"
"I'm sorry!"
She still had a smile plastered on her face.
You glowered, embarrassed, as she looked at you with amusement.
"I was gonna say fruity stuff always helps my cravings." She said, after a pause.
"What, like sorbet?" You asked, thankful for the change in subjects.
"Exactly. I'm Danielle." Danielle smiled.
"Y/N." You returned her smile with a small, unsure one of your own.
A small, slightly awkward silence took over, and you averted your eyes from hers, to avoid being seduced.
"So, did you come here just for Ice-cream or..?" She finally drawled, raising a hand to play with her perfect, shiny hair.
"Oh, uh, no. I needed painkillers. Hangover." You sheepishly admitted, averting your eyes to your shoes.
"Oh." Danielle somehow didn't sound surprised, tilting her head. "Really?"
"Yeah..." you trailed off, sensing the awkwardness in the conversation. "Alright well, I'll try the sorbet."
Danielle smiled at you, dimples appearing on her cheeks. You felt your cheeks warm up, and could only hope that you weren't blushing.
"Good. I'll see you around."
She didn't move, but continued to look at you, feet rooted to the spot.
"Okayyyy..." You were the definition of awkward, and you hated yourself for it.
You sent her one last friendly glance, before moving onto another isle to find the Ice-Cream. It was in a pint container, and wasn't too expensive. To be fair, it did look nice. You hoped that it 'helped your cravings' as Danielle had put it.
You didn't see her again as you looked for the painkillers. She wasn't in the Isle you had left and she didn't appear to be anywhere in the store, and it wasn't that big. Must've left, thank god. You didn't wanna have to have another awkward conversation, but you were slightly bummed you didn't manage to ask for her number.
Why did you always meet hot people when you looked like an un-hot mess?!
Delayed by only a few minutes, you found your paracetamol and paid for your things.
As you began to walk home you fumbled with your bag, pulling out the painkillers and a bottle of water. You fiddled with the packaging for a moment, stopping to take a swig and gulp down two pills, noticing a white van pull up just behind you.
You stopped, closing the bottle, heart stopping. Something wasn't right.
Nervously, you looked around, taking an unsteady step forward. The van didn't move, it's engine was still turned on. The headlights were off.
Something wasn't right. You just knew it. Something in your gut was screaming.
You didn't like white vans as it was, but you'd never felt this... off. Sure, the occasional cat caller pissed you off, but you never really felt scared.
Right now? You were scared.
You took a deep breath, and without putting your bottle back into your bag, began to walk, quickly.
There weren't any stores, at this point it was just houses, and on the other side, a grassy area leading to a woods that dog-walkers walked down.
Then, finally, you saw him. A passerby on his phone. He was wearing a designer hoodie, the type that most older teens wore to show they had enough money to throw away on a logo, along with sweatpants and black trainers.
He walked closer, and you noticed the van inch forward as you walked towards him. You tried not to walk faster, and keep your breath regulated. He got closer and closer, until you stood to block his path.
"Hey, sorry, can you-"
It all happened in slow motion.
The guy pocketed his phone, looking up to meet your eyes, and you paled. He lunged at you, and you staggered back in surprise, only to have your arms grappled by an unknown force.
"Hey-" a hand slammed over your mouth and you began to scream through your nose. The man grabbed your legs and lifted you quickly.
No.
No. No. No.
This can't be happening.
Your eyes widened, as you struggled fruitlessly, bags clattering to the floor.
Let fucking go!
You heard the deafening sound of a mechanical door opening, and watched helplessly as you were moved. You kicked out, screamed louder, pulled your arms as hard as you could, scratched at the figure behind you - all to no avail.
Fuck, this couldn't be happening!
You wanted your mom.
And then there was darkness, and sound came back.
"-op struggling, calm down!"
"Get her phone."
"Rope's in the back."
ROPE?!
You bit the hand that held your mouth, and your upper body was dropped.
"Ow, shit!" A female voice shouted.
And then you saw her, the really hot girl from Tesco's. Danielle.
Your head hit the floor, and you didn't even have any time to scream 'what the fuck?' before you blacked out.
—
When you woke up, your headache was much worse. Guess the painkillers didn't work, huh?
Your eyes flickered open, and then closed in an instant. Too bright. The lights shined directly over your head, white and harsh. You groaned, and turned to face what you could only assume to be a thin mattress.
You were so tired. And everything hurt.
The bedsheets were thin too, and seemed to be made out of a papery type of material. It was deathly quiet, except for the sound of slight buzzing - you think from the lights.
You smell chemicals. An overly clean environment. Kind of lemony.
Where... Where were you?
You opened your eyes, and blinked, sitting upright.
You were in a hospital room?
Floods of memories rushed back. The hangover, Tesco's, sorbet, painkillers, a van.
Danielle.
Were you safe? What happened? Why were you in a hospital?
"Y/N."
Your head snapped up to look at the new figure entering the room. A monster.
Monsters had appeared around a year ago, from that mountain you couldn't remember the name of. They'd been trapped there and humanity had no idea. The mountain was notorious for people going missing there, and one kid, Frisk, had been the one to get them out. You didn't know how they did it, but fuck, they did it.
Monsters were unsurprisingly angry with humanity, and humanity was confused and scared. The first encounters were messy, and the army cane in. They were kept separate to humans, and humans began to argue and fight. All the normal stuff when it came to minorities. Did they deserve rights, segregation, us and them, blah, blah, blah...
There were reasonable worries. They had magic, they were mad at humanity. They were a lot bigger than Humans.
You didn't know a lot about monsters. You knew that they had edgy fashion senses, sure, but other than seeing them on TV, you'd never even met one before.
She was some sort of deer, by the looks of it. Brown fur with white spots. Slender build and purple eyes. She was wearing a white lab coat with a red shirt and black trousers. Her horns were sharp, and jagged.
"You're finally awake." She stated, looking you up and down. Her voice was jarringly stoic, devoid of all emotion. She had a strange European accent, barely comprehensible.
"Where am I?" You croaked in a poor attempt to growl. Your glare wavered. God, that was pathetic.
The monster cocked a brow, before nonchalantly responding.
"You're being prepared for housing."
"Excuse me?"
"We're giving you some shots and you'll be housed." She responded as if it was obvious. As if you should know.
"Shots? As in - injections?" You questioned, mouth agape.
"What else?" She smirked.
You wanted to make a quip about alcohol shots, but it probably wasn't the best time for that.
Your breathing became irregular, and you bared your teeth, eyes wide. You pulled your arms to move from the bed, only to find them yanked back by a figure at the head of your bed. It was the same man from the street.
How long had he been there for?
"Get your fucking hands off me!" You screeched, breaking away from him with a tug.
"Easy!" He tried, hands up in fake surrender. Even his voice was strange. An American sounding accent you’d never heard before.
"Where the fuck am I? What do you want with me?" You yelled, pulling yourself off the bed. You found yourself in an unflattering hospital gown, coming down to your mid thigh. You weren't wearing any shoes.
You backed yourself against the wall as both the monster and the man began to walk slowly towards you. You looked between them both, panic in your eyes, before dashing at the deer, barrelling into her.
She let out an undignified squawk as you ran out the door.
"No! For fucks sake-Stop her!" A male voice shouted.
You heard the sound of a radio and the monster's voice, only hurrying you even more. An alarm sounded, an angry red flashing light replacing the bright white ones.
You had to get out of here.
How long had you even been out?
Did anyone know you were gone?
You ran past a door, and it opened, revealing a human woman with bleach blonde curly hair, shouting after you.
You didn't know where you were running but you had to try and get out.
There were so many doors.
Your breath hitched as one swung open in front of you. An eerie red light flooded out of it, along with similar shouting to your own, desperate and confused, rather then authoritarian and demanding. An exhausted looking bear monster stepped out and held out his arm, giving you no time to react and stop. You crashed into it, and another wrapped around your waist.
"Get off me!" You screamed, clawing at said monster. "Let me go!"
"Calm down!" Another strange accent you didn’t recognise.
You screamed again, no words, just a scream.
You blindly thrashed, until the footsteps chasing you finally caught up and grabbed you from behind.
It was a flurry of shouts and hands, all directed at you, before a sensation pierced your arm and you yelled.
It was the deer monster, shoving a needle in your arm.
You began screeching like a banshee.
No! No no no! Fuck!
Shit!
They couldn't do this!
Why?
Why?
The world went black. Again.
—
You awoke in a much different environment. The first thing you sense is the sound of birds from outside, and then the morning chill hits you.
Your tired eyes fluttered open again, and a warm yellow light invaded your senses.
The walls were dark and wooden, and on the floor was a deep red carpet. Your bedsheets were thick and creamy coloured, and you had a fluffy pillow beneath your head.
You felt nauseous.
The room smelled like a home. But it wasn't. It wasn't your home, anyway. Your room was messy and kinda gross and covered in cat hair, while this room was comfortably clean, inviting and brand new.
You were in the most comfortable bed you'd ever been in and that made you uncomfortable.
This was a secondary location. There was no way you were still in the hospital.
Where were you now?
Where you even in the same country anymore?
God, your mind was fucked right now.
Unsure, you slowly sat up, pulling the bedsheets closer to yourself defensively.
The room was rectangular and had two doors directly opposite from the bed, which was at the other side, pushed up against the window. Nobody behind you this time.
Two wooden desks were beside the bed, and a wardrobe was directly to the right of the double doors. A television was attached to the side of the wardrobe facing the bed.
There was another door opposite to the wardrobe.
Your brows furrowed.
What the fuck?
Someone voiced your thoughts and you bristled. A deep voice, rumbling through what you assumed was the house.
"What the fuck?!" It was another unfamiliar male voice.
Then you heard doors start to slam open and shut, getting closer to your position.
What the fuck was going on?
In a panicked flurry, you slid your legs off the side of the bed, and your bare feet hit the floor. You were still in that hospital gown. Your nose scrunched in disgust, and you pulled yourself off the bed.
Heavy footsteps began to approach the door and you began to sweat. Your eyes darted between the wardrobe and the other door. You could hide behind the wardrobe in the open or hide in that room, but potentially cause noise.
A split second decision led you to the door, which opened with a click as the double doors slammed open, revealing yet another monster.
Your eyes met instantly. Or did they? He didn't have eyes...
What? What the fuck?
It was... a skeleton. He was very tall, and very wide, larger than you in all senses. But he wasn't like a traditional human skeleton, his bones were thick, and woven together, appearing like they were meant to be on its own. They displayed signs of years of various damage from small cuts to huge gashes.
His eyes were little red lights in an empty void, and his mouth was just a row of sharp white teeth, with one gold tooth glinting in the light.
What was slightly commercial is that he was wearing the same hospital gown as you, on his was around two sizes to small and tight around his torso. You would've laughed if he wasn't so intimidating.
You had both frozen upon the sights of each other.
The monster huffed, out of breath. Confusion and Anger evident on his face.
He was livid. And could probably snap you in two.
Your face contorted into fear, and you darted into the room, slamming the door behind you.
"Shit, no!" The monster yelled, making a jump for the door you just closed.
You desperately pressed yourself against the door in a poor attempt to barricade it with your body.
"Open the fucking door!" He shouted, harshly pulling the handle down.
You felt the door the door began to push open, and you let out a scream of desperate panic.
"Leave me the fuck alone!" You screamed, jumping against the door with your upper body to slam it shut again.
Your feet slid across the tiles into the wall behind you. You risked a glance and found yourself looking at your own scared expression, eyes wide and teeth bared.
The door jolted open and closed again as the monster forced his weight against it.
You screamed.
The pressure on the door lessened, and you know what was going to happen. You weren't strong enough to stop this guy. With one last look of desperation at your own reflection, you bolted to the right.
As you moved, the door swung open and banged against the wall loudly.
To your right, there was a bath/shower combo, with a toilet next to it, and to your right it was a dresser with a mirror, with scales next to it.
Directly in front of you was a window, which you pressed yourself against instantly, creating the most distance you could.
Fearfully, you looked up at him. If he wasn't angry before, Jesus Christ, he was now. His eye-lights were scarlet and dangerously small, and his razor teeth were stretched into a menacing smile.
"Tell me what the fuck's going on, and I might not break yer spine."
You broke.
You'd been through too much today to be threatened by a man twice your size in an unfamiliar bathroom.
Tears sprang to your eyes and you cowered back, throwing your arms over your body protectively.
"I don't know! I don't know! I don't fucking know!" You sobbed, crumpling into a ball. "I don't fucking know!"
You wanted your mom. Your dad.
That fucking menace, Gino. You just wanted something familiar, something to tell you that everything was okay.
The monster went quiet as you cried to yourself, seemingly unsure of what to do. Yeah, if someone had a breakdown in front of you, you probably wouldn’t know what to do either.
And then came the noise. More authoritative voices shouting and multiple footsteps heading your way.
You both seemed to freeze again, eyes meeting for the second time. Then it clicked, for both of you, you hoped.
You were both in the same position.
His eye-lights were a lot softer, almost fuzzy and less sharp. His stance was reproachful, almost guilty, a hand hovering in your direction. He opened his mouth to speak, but was suddenly overwhelmed with a flurry of people grabbing at him, shouting.
The bear monster from before, you remembered, grabbed him by the arm and yanked him out, as a man you didn't recognise walked into the bathroom, arms outstretched to you.
Both you and the other kidnapped victim began shouting along with everyone else, but the only thing you could see was the man and his hands grabbing out to get you.
"Get the fuck away from me!" You screamed, and he winced, flinching back.
He looked pretty scrawny, with soft eyes and a small frame. A middle aged guy, with dark wrinkled skin and balding hair. He had an aura that made you want to trust him but your head screamed at you to take him down.
"Hey, hey it's okay! I'm na gonna hurt you!" He said softly, taking another step forward.
You pressed yourself further into the wall.
"I’m Kerrin. ‘M here ta help." He had the strongest Scottish accent you'd ever heard.
You looked the old man up and down.
You could definitely take him. But you didn't want to. You don't know why, but the fact that there were much stronger individuals in the next room over must've put you off.
You took a breath, and forced yourself to calm down. You don't know exactly why you did it, perhaps it was the pure confusion and chaos ensuing around you, but you took the man's hand, allowing him to pull you to your feet.
He smiled.
What was he so happy about?
—
You still didn't know what was going on.
They'd moved you back into the bedroom, and they'd moved the monster into his own. They weren't telling you anything.
You hadn't seen Danielle or that guy from the street, or the deer monster.
You didn't recognise anyone, and you clung close to Kerrin, who was quite frankly the only one who didn't scare the shit out of you.
They'd checked you over for injuries and Kerrin had asked you a series of questions.
What had happened?
How did he get into the room.
What did he say?
Did he touch you?
It was too overwhelming and you ended up in tears again.
How embarrassing.
You weren't a crier, but surprisingly, today wasn't your day.
They eventually left you alone, and told you to 'stand-by' for updates. Whatever that meant. You'd begged them for an explanation but they didn't even look at you, leaving you clueless and helpless in 'your room'.
You wanted to cry again, but forced yourself to stop, it was getting pathetic.
Wiping your eyes angrily, you decided to walk around the room, get your bearings.
You opened the wardrobe to find different articles of clothing hanging. It had a dresser inside with shoes on top of it, including the boots you were kidnapped in.
You opened the drawers to find pyjama like clothes, like shorts, shirts, sweatpants.
In the second draw down were undergarments, socks, bras, pants, etc. Then you had an epiphany, and stopped.
You weren't in your clothes and they would've saw you naked.
You felt like you were going to be sick.
You slammed the wardrobe shut and leaned against it, breathing loudly.
Why were they doing this?
You heard the TV switch on, and a feminine voice called for attention.
You glared at the back of it, before begrudgingly making your way around to frown at it directly.
A masked figure was on the screen, hands in their laps. The mask was a deep, space-like purple colour, and whoever it was was wearing a suit with gloves and dress shoes.
They appeared human but you couldn't say for sure.
"Hello. I would like to give you a warm welcome, as you both are our very special guests." The voice distorted. It appeared feminine at first but had shifted throughout the sentence. It was definitely edited or altered. Meaning it was probably pre-recorded.
"We apologise for the rough start, but to bring you here, however we only used the necessary forces needed."
You shook your head in disbelief.
They forced you into a fucking van, kicking and screaming.
"Think of this place as a temporary residence; your new home, and each other, as roommates." The voice was emotionless, but filled you with an intense feeling of wanting to be fucking sick.
"I hope you enjoy your stay."
The television switched off, leaving you staring at your own horrified expression.