Undertale: Resurrected

Chapter Fourteen: Daughter

"There is absolutely no way in hell that this child is my daughter!" It had been expected for this revelation to not be an easy one for the mother in question, especially considering young Via hadn't seemed to have aged much since she'd vanished. In fact, Bertha herself knew that if she were in this woman's shoes, she would also be in disbelief, which was why she was doing her best to calm Margaret now that they were all inside.

         "If this were the real Via, she'd be in her forties!" snapped the woman as she angrily shook her finger at the social worker. "That ungrateful girl ran away ages ago, and you expect me to take in some random little girl?! I'm having trouble supporting myself as it is!"

         "Mrs. Roe, I know this is a lot to take in, but we have proof that this is indeed your daughter," stated Mrs. Ryan as she began holding up an opened folder for the elder to see. Inside were mugshots of the young pre-teen as well as reports on her vitals and health as well as social security information. Typically, all of that was confidential as it should be, but considering the circumstances as well as the permissions CPS had accessed, they knew it was important to show the mother everything they had gathered on her child.

         "The mugshots match the last pictures taken of your daughter when a missing person's report was put out, as do her vitals. In fact, she was wearing the same clothes she had been reported to be wearing on the day she had gone missing. This is not a coincidence." Bertha was trying her best to reason with the woman, all while subtly surveying the state of the apartment. Obviously, her colleagues were doing the same, what with their clipboards out as they took notes on the state of everything. It wasn't bad, but at the same time, it wasn't good, at least by her standards. But even so, she didn't want to separate this mother from her child over a few clothes. "If you don't believe me, then please, at least speak with the girl and decide for yourself."

         With those words said, Bertha then moved herself over slightly as she placed a hand behind Via's head and gently nudged her forward, the girl cooperating, though there was a strange look in her eyes, one that was rather blank... It was probably just shyness and amnesia, or at least that was what the social worker was chalking it all up to be. She didn't know the half of what was happening here.

         For a moment, Margaret Roe stared down at the pre-teen, her expression appearing to show that she was... less than impressed. "I never got you those glasses."

         "...The hospital got them for me," responded Via quietly, the girl fiddling with her hair just a tad as she kept her head low.

         Almost instantly, the woman's interest in the girl had piqued. "Oh? What else did you get from the hospital?"

         "...They gave me some clothes, and a blanket, and some allergy tests to make sure I'd know what would make me sick," Via replied once again, only to begin attempting to look up at the woman who was supposedly her mother.

         As Margaret studied the young brunette, Via too began to study her, trying to piece together all of her tangled thoughts. The woman before her was new to her yet familiar all at once. The graying hair and wrinkle lines threw her off just a tad, but the facial features all matched up to that of a woman Via had pictured in her head. But this woman did not fit the description of a mother, at least not when Via took into account the nurse's definition. Mothers were kind and loving, like Miss Toriel. But this woman...

         "Hmph. Well, you're lucky I never got rid of your things after all these years. Now maybe this house will lighten up a bit with my daughter returning." Her voice had softened, yes, but Via didn't like that. It didn't sound right. Those words weren't genuine; she could tell. Margaret Roe didn't mean a word she'd said.