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“So,” Your mom started, “Have you thought about what kind of pet you want?” You shot her a glare, already over this conversation.
“They’re not ‘pets’, they’re innocent monsters forced into slavery” You heard your mom scoff as she opened the door to the agency building.
“Don’t be like that, I can’t trust you to be alone anymore. If your gonna act like a fuckin’ adult then you’ll gain the responsibility,” She shot you a knowing look, “plus, your therapist says getting a pet will be good for you, get you to stop those damn drugs”
You follow her inside the building, avoiding eye contact with her as you walk to the receptionist’s deck. The walls were painted a pretty pastel yellow, with a few cracks here and there. Your mom suddenly stops, causing you to stumble over your feet so you wouldn’t crash into her.
“Oh, hello there! How can I help you?” The receptionist greets you both, mostly looking at your mom. She was pretty, dark chocolate skin and emerald green eyes, her curly black hair styled neatly in a low bun. She wore a tan dress suit with a pearl necklace that seemed to glow on her neck.
Your mom reached into her purse, pulling out a manilla folder and sliding it over to the woman. She sighs in a tired and exasperated manner, “Service pet for my kid” She nods in your direction.
The receptionist takes the folder, opening it up and looking at the papers stored safely inside. “Ah, doctor and therapist signed I see…” she trailed off, turning her chair to the monitor at her side, typing something in.
You mom shoots you a look that says ‘behave yourself’ as you both wait. The receptionist finally stands up. “You will be taken to the special care facility to choose a pet” She smiles at you both as she clasps her hands, turning around and reaching into a drawer and pulling out a keycard.
She walks from behind the desk. “Follow me please” she says, walking down a side hallway, your mom immediately following her leaving you to scramble after them.
She reaches a door and stops, swiping the keycard. The door slides open, what you see makes your stomach turn upside down. Monster children, ranging in ages as young as infants to ones who can’t be any older than ten years old, are being kept in glass cells with nothing more than a few holes drilled into the doors for air. Concrete covers the floors and there are nothing but thin dog beds for the kids to sleep on.
“Well, here we are,” The receptionist pauses, she seemed fully unfazed by all of this “pick out any pet you want sweetie” You feel your face go pale as she smiles at you, you felt disgusted at all of this.
Your mom shoots you another glare and you flinch under her gaze, immediately turning to go look around at the “pets” they have for sale. Most of them seem to be well taken care of surprisingly. None of them catch your eye as you look around, until you hear a thud and a blood curdling screech.
You whip around and on the other side of the room, there is a small skeleton being restrained on the floor, he’s squirming and screeching as the attendant holding him down pressed their knee into his back.
The receptionist notices your shock and comes up to you hastily. “Oh my, I am very sorry about him. Please, pay him no mind, he’s been returned here more times than I can coun-” You turn your head to face her as you cut her off. “I’ll take him”
She stares at you for a moment, absolutely stunned. “I.. sorry?” Your mom comes up next to you, pausing to observe the skeleton for a moment before turning to you. “Seriously? The violent one?” She pauses at your silence and sighs, turning to the receptionist. “We’ll take him, how much?”
Her shocked face wears off after a minute as she calls over the attendant to go get the skeleton ready. After a moment she begins discussing the price with your mom, she begrudgingly agrees after seeing the discount from her insurance.
You can barely keep up with the conversation as the skeleton is led back to you on a leash. His feet were dragging behind him as he wobbled while the attendant practically dragged him to you.
As soon as he reaches you his knees give out under him, thankfully, you had grabbed him before he could fall.
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‘Shit’ I think to myself ‘They fucking drugged him’. I huffed in exasperation, fully picking him up and resting him against my hip. He gently shook against my hold, my hand moving to softly rub his back in hopes of calming him down.
I feel his legs around me and I can’t tell if he feels safe or he’s too drugged to know what's going on around him. I sigh, walking back to my mom and the receptionist.
“I can’t believe you wanted…” My mom falters for a moment, trying to find the words. “Something like that thing” I hold him closer to myself, getting more annoyed at my mothers reactions.
“Can we go now?” I ask “You wanted me to get a pet; so I got one” I look at her expectantly as she huffs.
“Fine, whatever, lets go” She follows the receptionist back to the front desk where she pays. The receptionist hands me a folder on the skeleton.
I shift him on my hip to free one hand, grabbing the folder from her. “His name is Sans” She said with a smile. I give a false smile back.
I follow my mom back to the car, sitting in the back with the skeleton, Sans, on my lap. When my mom puts the keys in the ignition he begins to stir and wake up. Small doe eyes looking up at me, his little pinpricks searching my face.
‘God,’ I think ‘he looks so tired’