Dark History - Frisk takes Tzeitel back to MegaCorp

Almost one year before Tzeitel escaped MegaCorp (Six years ago).

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After seeing the destruction left behind by the violent meta gang Amihan- half of a city destroyed, a hospital burned to the ground with hundreds of innocent patients inside- Frisk wanted to take a more active role. She had practiced emergency medicine for years, saving countless lives, but she wanted to do something to keep people from getting hurt like this again and save even more lives. An organization that had claimed to be catching the bad metas hunted down the members of Amihan and captured every single one. This organization needed a medic, so Frisk signed up.

MegaCorp was not what she had expected it to be. The way the members spoke of metas made her uncomfortable, not as people with powers, but as if they were all less than human. Not as potential threats but as something to be exploited. On Frisk’s first day there she heard rumors of forced prostitution called the breeding program. She also heard of meta women being raped even outside of the breeding program. She hoped it was not true and was relieved to be sent on the field along with a capture team. A meta suspected to be a serial killer had evaded capture three days ago, killed half the team, and had taken a meta from the capture team with him. There was concern that the meta from the team was with him willingly. The serial killer meta had skin manipulating powers, and the meta from the team could manipulate pheromones. Frisk could see how dangerous such a pair could be working together and thought she thought helping capture them was the right thing to do.

Of course by the time Canestone was tranqued and Tzeitel was found Frisk knew MegaCorp was not on the right side. Canestone was clearly as evil as described, worse even. But Tzeitel… She was clearly the victim. The girl was tied to the floor, naked, obviously raped, covered in signs of torture.

The MegaCorp soldiers' first reaction to seeing her was to laugh and taunt her. Before Frisk could stop them they had their phones out to take pictures of her. Not a single one of them showed the slightest sign of kindness for her. None tried to help her. The way they talked about her Frisk worried about what would become of Tzeitel in MegaCorp. Apparently she had used her pheromone manipulating power to keep herself from being sexually abused in MegaCorp, but now that they knew how Tzeitel had been protecting herself there was talk of suppressing her powers with her collar and ‘having fun’ with her. She was not human to them.

Clearly there was never going to be any justice for Tzeitel for what Canestone did to her. MegaCorp did not care. She was just a thing to exploit, like all the other metas. Despite how terrible Tzeitel’s powers sounded, Frisk could tell that Tzeitel was not one of the evil metas. She was just a young woman trying to survive who happened to have meta powers. And she had just been through Hell.

The team leader told Frisk that she only cared about Tzeitel because of the pheromones she was giving off. Frisk did not think so- but wouldn’t that be how pheromones would make someone feel? Frisk did not think anyone could see Tzeitel, the shape she was in, and not feel pity for her and want to help her. But she used her phone to snap a quick photo of her, she would look at it later when she was away from Tzeitel and any pheromones she might be using and see if she still felt the same way. These MegaCorp soldiers must have no souls to treat her like they did; leering, taunting, the filthy jokes… And pointing a fucking gun at Tzeitel’s head to get medical attention more quickly for a minor wound. Bastards!

Frisk prepared Tzeitel as best she could for the journey back. She knew she could not rely on the soldiers to help carry the girl and they had to go over rough ground to get to the transport. It was going to be a rough trip, and she was getting a fever.

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By the time they returned to the MegaCorp facility the girl was writhing in pain. Frisk smoothed Tzeitel’s matted hair back. Infections had set in and she was burning with fever. She was delirious. “It will be ok.” Frisk whispered assuringly to her. “We’re almost there.”

“Who wants to see what the big freak did to our pet freak?” One of the soldiers called.

“Leave her the hell alone!” Frisk snapped, protectively wrapping an arm around Tzeitel.

A soldier shoved Frisk away while another soldier tore the blankets off Tzeitel. Tzeitel was covered in cuts, burns, a GCS brand on her shoulder, and blood ran down the insides of her legs. To Frisk’s dismay she had started bleeding again during the journey from the forest. Tzeitel weakly tried to curl into a ball and screamed. The scream was not loud, she had been screaming too much the past three days and her vocal cords needed to recover, but the scream was painful to hear because of the raw pain and fear behind it. Frisk struggled to get back to Tzeitel as the soldiers laughed. Frisk had the urge to get away from there and realized that the girl was using her pheromones, trying to repel the soldiers. It was enough to make the soldiers hesitate and Frisk was able to return to the girl’s side. Frisk tried to reach for the blankets but the soldiers had dropped them too far away. Tzeitel weakly clung to Frisk’s shirt and Frisk did not want to move away from her, not while the soldiers were being so cruel.

Then a miraculous breeze blew the blankets to Frisk’s feet. Frisk snatched the blankets up and wrapped them around Tzeitel. There was some sort of fight going on, but Frisk merely bundled Tzeitel off to the med ward.

The doctors in the med ward showed very little concern for Tzeitel and did not even do the bare minimum for her. They just put her in a bed and gave her some aspirin that did not touch the pain or the fever. Frisk could see for Tzeitel to survive this, she needed to intervene. She smuggled Tzeitel antibiotics and better painkillers. Tzeitel needed to see a specialist for the injuries Canestone had left in her, but instead all Tzeitel had was Frisk.

Frisk could not get the collar off, or convince anyone with access to the fobs to remove the collar. Not even just long enough for the wounds on Tzeitel’s neck to heal. So every day Frisk would gently move the collar to apply ointments to Tzeitel’s neck. The neck wounds were infected when Frisk got started, but with care Frisk got the infections under control, but feared the wounds would never fully heal for as long as Tzeitel was forced to wear the collar. The infections on Tzeitel’s neck were not the worst of the infections she had picked up, for weeks Tzeitel was out of her head with fevers and infections. Frisk did not get much sleep during that time. When she was not treating Tzeitel she was either online or reading medical textbooks to learn how to treat the kinds of injuries Tzeitel had. Frisk wanted to take her to a hospital, get her the care she needed but knew it would be of no use even if she could get Tzeitel out of MegaCorp. Tzeitel was a meta, any hospital Frisk took her to would refuse to help her and just turn her in as a meta. Tzeitel would end up right back here.

When Tzeitel finally turned a corner and Frisk could tell that she would survive, Frisk almost wept in relief. In the past she usually only worked on patients for minutes, usually turned them over to the real doctors in less than an hour. She never had time to grow attached to any of them.

Unfortunately it was when Tzeitel started getting better that Frisk had to leave.