Undertale, Crybaby (On Hold)

chapter, 3

As I awake, I quickly notice that I'm not in my bed. Instead, I'm on the cold, hard, dirty floor of I place I don't recognise.

There are muffled voices and I'm surrounded by other kids. Most of the kids are awake, and there's a big kid looking at me weirdly.

Then, lots of adults came in the small, dark room and started talking to each other. This whole situation is pretty confusing... why am I here?

A lot of things are going on. The adults are sorta shady but don't judge a book by its cover, right? A few of the grown-ups are probably as bad as I thought ,though...

One of the women told a masked guy that she needed some of the older kids to take off their clothes to 'See if they have what I'm looking for'. I don't get it, what's the point of that?

A few grown men kept giving me the same look the big kid gave me... is there something on my face? It was enough for big, fat tears to go down my face once again as I hug my goat plushy close to my chest.

Many thoughts filled my mind. Will I ever escape this? Will I ever save the monsters? Will I ever save Chara?

When those thoughts finished, I finally wiped away the tears, only to get more to stream down. After a few moments, I just gave up. Where's determination when you need it?

A grown man, maybe in his late forties, came up to me and gave me a mysterious smile. "Hello, I'm gonna escort you to the.... 'special place'" that sounds horrible.

I know not to trust him, because of flowey, but I have no choice. I'm a frail 6 year old and he's a strong 40 year old. He practically drags me to a room, onto a stage, and commands me to stay like I'm some sort of dog.

But alas, like a loyal dog, I just stood there. Slowly, people filled the area in front of a stage. The ages of all of them seemed to vary from their early twenties, to their lay forties. It feels so horrible to be stared at by a dozen people.

I begin to cry again, only for people to start laughing. That makes me cry harder, which makes them laugh louder. It goes on until the man that brought me here coughed, sounding annoyed.

Then he said, slightly amused by something , "So, how much do you offer for this fine young lady?"

(Why do I do this to Frisk? I think I'm just letting my mind go wild in this fanfiction)