HG X UNDERTALE AU ~ THE GAMES [OLD FANFIC]

PART 8 ~ IV : INSANITY

Pastel P.o.V

I woke up in a white room and saw that I was freed from those metal restrainers. At the front, a small metal door stood with a trapdoor under. I approached it before realizing that all of my allies were there, sleeping tightly on the freezing floor which I felt with my bare feet.

There were numbers written on their ankles, most probably freshly tattooed by the irritated bone marrow shown. Ink's numbers were '07164' while Error had '12044' and Blue 'XX272'. I stared down and noticed that I didn't have any inked on me... odd? Perhaps I would be destined for a different fate?

The door hastily opened into my face as I was thrown back. I clutched the side of my damaged face as the scientist walked in, the lights briskly raised, waking everyone up. A wooden cane hit the floor as my allies wiped their eyes.

"Hello my fellow experiments! Welcome to your new temporary cell. Of course you'll be broken up shortly. We currently don't have enough space for all of you."

As Ink opened his mouth to say something, he yelled in pain.

"You won't be able to speak because you've caused me enough trouble. Anyways, we have some plans with you in about ten minutes. Say bye to your roommates!"

The door slammed as Blue spoke up. "I don't like this place one bit."

Error added to the conversation.

"Me neither, Ink can help us... hopefully."

"Look, I know how to get out of here... I just wouldn't risk it."

I tried looking out the space of the bars in the middle of the door but I couldn't see anything much. My boyfriend reached out to my leg as I bent down to give him a hug. He continued speaking.

"If these are my last ten minutes with you guys, then I'll gladly tell you how to escape."

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Ink."

The speaker from the top of the room projected the voice across the place. "Besides, you have two more minutes with these people you love. Make it count." "I'm sure you're saying that to worry me. I'm not falling for your mind games again."

He got up before turning to us.

"He likes playing games, whatever he says, don't believe it and don't say anything."

The barrier shifted itself once more as guards grabbed his arms and pulled him outside. He didn't resist, knowing that this would cause more trouble to all of us. I kept shaking as another group took Error and Blue a few minutes later.

With this isolation, I cried. When was it my turn to leave? I meditated, remembering childhood memories with Ink... playing hide and seek, tag, monkey in the middle, huddling Cuddles. This really calmed me down before it was perturbed by screaming and loud cries for help. I shot upwards, looking around and seeing no one yet I knew this voice was his. I turned to the camera watching me and whimpered not to hurt him anymore and to just let him go but it persisted, getting louder every time. I wonder what they were doing to him.

I laid on the ground, blocking my non-existent ears as the time went by. I spent at least a day hoping that someone would come back, that I'd know that I can count on my boyfriend, even to know he was alive would be a game changer. The emptiness gave me nothing to do, nothing to expand my creative mind on.

When the lights turned off, symbolising downtime, I ignored the meal and stayed on the ground. I slept until I woke up again and again and again... the cycle was endless. I told myself no one was coming back and I just wanted to see something. Most of the time, I spent it crying.