Random Reference Squad ft. Undertale Cast! The Sequel.

Cuarenta y Siete: Explaination

7:29 PM

Mettaton walked into May's room to find an old looking halberd laying between two pages of a notebook. Strange, why did May have a weapon? She did say to read the notebook, maybe it had the answers.

My name is May Arabella Thomas. I am 16 years old. I spent the first 11 years of my life in an apocalyptic breeding facility that had the nerve to call itself a planet. "Zhumyte", named after the material found in the ground, the air, the one giant lake where all the water from which is harvested, apparently.

The "people" there weren't treated like sentient living beings, but rather, test subjects, as they are the only organic life there.

Ruling this cruel and hostile place is the one family line of monarchs. All of them were awful, but the queen currently sitting on the throne with her scepter in hand, I have heard rumors that she is the worst one yet, and they are probably right. She enforced even more rules on top of her father's, the previous ruler's, already unfair rules.

Here, women are the higher ones, so mytes that support the queen are happy to have a woman in charge again, but being the 'higher ones' isn't saying much. Sure, it's the men who are sent to war, the men who receive worse punishment for their crimes, but the women's lives aren't so hot either, in fact, once they are physically able to reproduce, (traditionally around ages eleven to fourteen) they are arranged with a random man who they have never met to mate with them and add more 'lives' to the planet, but can they really be considered 'lives' if they are just things to do experiments on? Not really.

At least we have houses, well, I had a backyard. Because my parents support the queen, and they hated me, I still don't understand why. My twin half-sister, yeah that's right, half-sister, was their favorite. I always suspected it was because she was born first, then 7 minutes later, there was me.

How are we twins if we're only half-sisters? Well, there's a simple explanation. Our mother knew that she was physically able to reproduce at age 13. She didn't want to be arranged with someone random, so she took the first guy she could find and had a one night stand with him, that was how my sister happened. Then, she was arranged with a different guy, that's how I happened. Sperm from two different men fertilized two different eggs, and produced two very different babies, at least that's what my twin has told me. Apparently, she heard our mother mutter to herself "thank god she looks nothing like her father,". Although since I seem to be the one they hate, it's possible that it was the other way around, that I was the stand baby and she was the planned baby, but I guess we'll never know. All that's certain is that we have two different dads and mom never told the story to either of them. That's why my hair is a straight black like my potential father, and her hair is a wavy red, not ginger red, blood red, like our mother.

Either way, I was the one who was left outside to die, no shelter, nothing to eat, just me and my little stuffed creature (a husky) that I named Squishy, against air that was hardly breathable, (I still don't understand how I don't have lung cancer), rain, lots and lots of rain, scary things that my parents told me specifically to torture me, a dirty backyard and an old metal fence. I'm sure I'm not alone, that other parents hear do this to kids they hate. No wonder our numbers are so low and no wonder we barely live to half a century of age (that is, if you're not murdered before then)

I thought this was just the natural order of things, that I was just a burden to the world, that I was supposed to be unloved simply because I existed, until one day, when I was eight, I heard yelling from inside the house. My parents were fighting again, it sounded like they were coming outside. In a panic, I fled somehow over the old rusty fence and kept going I had no idea where.

Once I was sure my legs couldn't carry me anymore, I backed into an alleyway to hide, but my foot slipped, and I fell into (what I now know is) a bunker. I was terrified, as I never knew anything outside of the small 4-room house and the dirty concrete backyard and I had no sanctuary to turn to for comfort, so when I saw three shadowy figures, I just curled up and began crying tears of pure terror, surely they would pull out something sharp to kill me with or a syringe of mystery fluid to inject into my bloodstream, but no. One of them walked up to me, and put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see what was happening and in front of me was a woman with hair the same color as my sister, scars all over her skin and just a pure red socket where her right eye should've been. Seeing this wasn't exactly comforting, so I backed into the corner, still absolutely horrified. She approached me slowly, sensing my fear. I was trapped between walls and someone that was probably planning to kill me!