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You cried and cried and cried. Until you finally stopped. You got up from your feet and continued walking along towards the hospital. Once you were there you saw Ms. Ginger. You thought that if she sees you she will definitely call your mom. You thought of another way. There was no other way. The back door was protected by 2 guards. You decided to crawl in the hospital so you won't get noticed. You got in! Wow you couldn't even believe that it worked. Ms. Ginger turned around. You quickly ran to the large pot with a bamboo designed drumming person. She didn't notice you. You made a yes sign. You went into that door again this time you checked first your surroundings. It was clear. Mom wasn't there. You opened the door it made a little creak. Once you were in you saw a lot of glass like rooms. You tried to count how many it was. One, two, three, four, five... About 50? You weren't so sure. You walked so softly, you looked at each glass room. The first one was a person who was crying and shouting "WHERE'S JUDY!? TELL ME NOW!" You got scared. The second glass was a person who was sitting in the corner wraped tightly, you decided not to take a closer look because it might run towards you and you didn't want that to happen. You walked and walked and looked around. Mostly all the people are insane, crying, sobbing, shouting, biting their own clothes. Until you reached not the last but 10th to the last glass, sorta. You looked at the glass room. It was a boy. At the same age as you. Around 18-20. A bit
kiddie-ish yet active. He was repeating the word "Pap" or "papa". It got you thinking if he was the person in your dreams who was shouting. You took a closer look. He walked a bit towards you. He looked amazed. You were confused. He was looking at your band-aid which had. Cute little piggy design. He was pointing at it. You quickly grabbed my bag and grabbed another one. You showed it to him. He was smiling. You gave to him through the little holes in which you can talk through it. He said "Thank you! I love it!" You smiled. But then from the last glass room a person escaped. Clearly someone forgot to lock it. It got tense. You ran and the person ran after you. A loud noise was playing something like the sirens on the ambulance. Toriel was in front of the door. You tried to reach in for a hug and you did. She hugged be back. You got outside and she locked the door. "Dear, why were you in there? I told you it was too dangerous!" She yelled. You nodded. You made hand gestures saying "Mom? Why was there a boy who is at a really young age? Where is his family? His uncle or aunt? Isn't it illegal?" She didn't answer back. She was mad at you and you knew it. You made a hand gesture saying sorry. She forgived you. But she gave you a warning. "I need to get back to work. I'll send Ginger to take care of you for now." It was night time. You and Ms. Ginger got home. You and Ms. Ginger weren't pretty much talking to each other. You grabbed you phone and searched "Is keeping a skeleton trapped in an asylum illegal?" There was no results. It must mean that it is legal. You weren't really comfortable with Ms. Ginger being there. You turned on the television and let her watch some of those Spanish crime stories that you really don't like to watch. The clock strikes 10 o'clock, you went into your room not giving a sign that you were going to sleep. You locked your room tight. You realized it was dark so you turned on your desk lamp. You tucked yourself in and rested.

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