Twisted Fate (Error x F!Depressed!Reader)

Chapter 22 - Appointment

Bold - (Y / N) and Error

Italic - Ink

Italics, Bold and Underline - AT! Toriel

No marking - Others

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The days go by and you refuse to leave the room except to go to the bathroom or when Error drags you to take a shower, which is understandable, because of your trauma of having been raped. One day, he opens the door to the room "Get up, Muffin, today you will have to leave this room! It is the day of your first appointment" you grunt "Just five more minutes ... Or two hours preferably." You are pulled out of bed and he takes you to the kitchen for breakfast that Ink has prepared. Then Error gives you a bath and dresses you in new clothes, which Ink created with his magic brush, since he thought it was ridiculous for you to wear Error's baggy clothes. After that the three go through a portal.

"Welcome! This is Asylumtale and this is the Mental Hospital." You're scared and stay close to Error, who wraps an arm around you. You enter the building and the receptionist instructs you to wait. Just a few minutes pass and the receptionist says again "Go ahead, first door on the left." You go and are greeted by a woman-goat monster "Hello, you can come in, feel at home." "Thank you for having us, Toriel, I know you are quite busy." Everyone sits in armchairs, Ink and Error tell the situation in detail, from your live before you met Error to the destruction of your universe, from your suicide attempts to the sexual abuse of Nightmare. During the conversation, you are completely silent and Toriel is horrified.

"My goodness, this is all very distressing and very sad, I can see how serious the situation is." Error and Ink are only more concerned while you are just angry at being there. You already knew psychiatrists and psychologists. All damn traitorous liars! "Well, now follow me, that we need to do some exams." "E-exams?" What? You do not remember this part "Yes, we will examine your soul." "S-soul !? * cough *" You sink into the chair, wanting to disappear. "Is it really necessary?" You speak more softly than usual "Come on, don't make a tantrum" Error takes your good wrist and practically drags you to the other room you were going to.

In the exam room, you sit on a chair next to a large device. You are shaking "Don't worry, my child, it doesn't hurt." A drop of sweat runs down your forehead. "Now, I'm going to extract your soul to see it's condition." Toriel makes a gesture as if she shows you her palm. Then the hand closes and makes a pulling movement with the arm. It causes a small heart to come out of your chest and your eyes go wide "That's it? Is that my soul?" You look at Error, Ink and Toriel for some kind of confirmation, but it looks like they didn't hear, they are in a trance and with sad expressions on their faces. Error breaks the silence "B-black? What does a black soul mean?" Toriel connects a suction cup to the soul, which has a wire that connects it to the machine. Some processing noises are heard and the device runs for a few minutes. A sheet is printed "Well, here it says that (Y/N)'s soul, in it's current state, can mean loneliness, isolation, fear and ... Death" Error is surrounded by sadness and Ink is perplexed, just like Toriel herself, but you just think 'cool'. "In all my years working in this field, I have never seen a result like this. But don't worry, no matter how bad things seem to be, with time and the right treatment I am sure that (Y/N) will overcome the traumas and be happy. " 'like hell I will' is what you, the pessimist, think, crossing your arms.

Toriel says several recommendations, about not leaving you alone, not leaving you in the room all day, getting exercise, getting fresh air regularly and eating healthy food. She also prescribed a medicine to start with and said to make sure you swallow it, as there are patients who hide and throw it away. Error and Ink thank Toriel and return to Ink's house, deciding to stay there until you're better, which Ink happily accepted.