Undertale: Resurrected

Chapter Twelve: Inspection Day

((AUTHOR'S NOTE: The creators of Venus have pulled her out of the story, meaning that the character will now be replaced by one named Vera! Other than that, nothing's changed! Thank you!))

The past two days had been about as busy as expected considering the stakes at hand as well as everything else. After having finally moved all of the furniture upstairs and in its proper places, the day after that had been spent completely tidying up the house as well as the children themselves. That meant haircuts, making sure all of the clothes fit, etcetera. And now came the big day: Inspection Day.

         "...Why is this basket of dirty clothes just sitting here?" Mrs. Ryan had returned with her crew as well as even a policeman, and already, they had found something to complain about, or rather one worker had.
         "Oh! These are supposed to get washed today," Toriel clarified as she clasped her hands together politely. "But, there was something else in the washer earlier, so I had set them here in case any other clothing needed washing."
         "...I see..." said one of the workers, only to jot something down on her clipboard before heading to another section of the house, all while getting watched by Toriel as they went along.
Frisk, of course, was doing the same thing, though he refused to hide his disdain for the workers. Every time one got near him, he'd automatically shoot them an apprehensive look and would even move away if he felt they were too close. Whenever one tried to judge something as trivial as a dirty dish or anything else, he would quickly provide an explanation before taking care of it to avoid getting scrutinized by any other social workers. It also didn't help that pictures and even brief hair samples were taken of the children, or more accurately mugshots were, especially considering the fact that neither of the children were quite happy about them. However, the most stressful part about all of this had to be the interviews, which, to his and just about everyone's sheer annoyance, were conducted privately between Mrs. Ryan, the souls, and a few other social workers.
         "Can you tell me all your names, please?" questioned the woman, being surprisingly sweet to the children despite their last encounter.
         "Daya."
         "Austin."
         "G-Gabriel..."
         "Flare..."
         "...Vera."
         Neither of them seemed happy about answering the questions either, but Frisk had told them what would happen if they acted too out of line; they would never see each other again.
Writing down their names, Mrs. Ryan then began asking more questions, such as where they came from, how Toriel found them, how they were being treated, and what they remembered about their parents.
         "Parents?" Daya, confused, had decided to speak up first when the last question popped up. "We've never had parents- We just- We've always been on the mountain-" said the girl with a frown, only for the other children to back her up with head-nods.
         "No parents?" Mrs. Ryan questioned, seeming perplexed by the situation. How did they not remember their parents? "...What do you remember?"
         "Um..." Quickly, the children began thinking; neither of them recalled a whole lot, but what they could remember wasn't exactly very interesting.
         "...We just lived on Mount Ebott. We worked together to live and survive. That's it." Vera said simply, only to add, "I should know. I was one of the leaders."
         "Yeah, the bossy one," Daya remarked, only to acquire a quick, "Shut up!" from the blonde.
         Mrs. Ryan once again hummed and stared at her clipboard, finding the entire situation to be quite strange. Then again, they had ties to Mount Ebott, and that mountain was a strange place in and of itself. "When I asked you kids for your names, you all told me your first name. Do you know your full names?"
         "...Full n-names..?"
         "What are full names?" Already, the children were puzzled, though they did listen to the woman once she spoke up again.
         "A full name is your first, middle, and last name all wrapped up in one. For example, my full name is Bertha Ryan-"
         And within moments, a few of the children erupted into small fits of giggles.
         "What kind of a name is Bertha?" asked Daya with a snicker, the woman giving her and the other two snickering kids an annoyed stare.
         "It's my name, and I would appreciate it if you didn't laugh at it. That's quite rude."
         "So's separating all of your friends," Vera noted sourly, only to cross her arms as she leaned back. "We don't have those. My name's just Vera."
         Bertha couldn't help but stare down at the children and then back at her clipboard, waiting just a moment before saying, "...I see. Thank you all for your time. You all actually sat still instead of trying to beat up my coworkers."
         "Don't separate us ever," Vera ordered, her glare hardening a bit at the mention of the events from a few days ago.
         Before any of them could leave, one of the other kids brought up yet another question. "When's Via coming back?" Austin had spoken up, the little boy crossing his arms before wiggling in his seat a bit. This quickly caught the other children's attention, for they all were wondering the same thing, even if they'd been told that she would return at some point.
         "Via? Oh- Yes. She'll return soon, but for now, she's been left to rest at the hospital, but we've already visited her and can assure you that she's getting better." Even if her words weren't completely true, she knew how they'd react if she said something else, and just as she'd hoped, while Vera still seemed irritated by the vague answer, the children simply nodded to assure her that they understood. "Wait here, please. I have to speak with your... current caretaker."