Chapter 3
Weeks passed and, with Frisk as their ambassador, the monsters were able to integrate into human society. However, there were some people that didn't approve. You remember watching TV one day and stumbling across live footage of Frisk addressing the people of Ebott. And quite professionally, in your opinion.
They looked so grown up standing up on the stage that had been set up in the center of town.
At one point during Frisk's address, some crazy guy in the crowd had bum rushed the stage, yelling about how he wouldn't let the monsters, freaks as he called them, live in the same world as him and that if Frisk sided with them then they should be punished for turning against their own kind. He was tackled and dragged away by some officers that were present.
You knew that he wasn't the only one that disapproved. It just seemed like everyone else understood that screaming and yelling about something you didn't like wouldn't really help anything. At least, you hoped people understood.
Now, in the present, monsters could be seen walking, driving, running, working, and anything else all over town. You thought it made the town more interesting.
Every now and then, Frisk would come and visit you with a little monster kid with no arms.
"Yo!" Was the first thing he said when you'd met him. "I'm Monster Kid! You can call me MK! Everyone does!" He certainly was an energetic little thing. When you introduced yourself to him, he'd said, "You're that human that Frisk always talks about. They say you're really nice."
"Well, I try to be."
One day, Frisk visits you as you're cleaning up around the house.
"So, Frisk," you say as they help you clean the living room. They'd immediately offered after they showed up. "What's it like being the voice of an entire race?"
"It gets tiring sometimes. There's lots of paperwork involved. Then there's the people who want me dead." They speak nonchalantly, as if people wanting them dead wasn't a big deal.
"Sounds like a lot of work for a kid," you say. Frisk nods.
"Yeah, but I took this job because I care about all of them so I'm not stopping unless I'm dead." You frown at that but at the same time admire their determination.
"That's pretty noble of you, though I'd prefer it if you didn't die. You're a good kid."
As you and Frisk finish cleaning up the living room, you hear something thump dully against the outside of your house.
"What?" You mutter to yourself as you head over to open your front door. When you do, something splatters onto your face. You reach up to wipe what ever it is off.
Egg? There's egg on your face. You angrily wipe the rest of the egg off so you can see what little brat is egging you and your house. However, when you look to see who it is, it's not a kid.
It's a grown man. As a matter of fact, it's the crazy guy who tried to attack Frisk on TV that day. And now here he was, throwing eggs at your house like some immature little douchebag kid.
"Hey!" You yell at him. "The fuck you think you're doing?!"
"That dirty, monster loving brat is in there! You're in cahoots with them, aren't you?!"
Cahoots?
"Look, man. You keep throwing eggs at my damn house and I'm calling the cops. Get outta here." He just starts throwing more eggs. Okay. The cops show up minutes after you call them and haul the guy off.
"This ain't over! You monster lovers and those freaks will get yours!" Is what he yells at you and Frisk as he's thrown into the back of a cruiser.
After the police leave, you stand in your yard, looking at all the spots on your house you have to clean egg off of.
You let out a sigh.
"I'll help," Frisk says.
"You sure? You don't have to." They nod their head.
"It's kind of my fault anyway." You start to argue that it wasn't, but they stop you. "It's okay. Let's just clean up, okay?"
You stare down at them before nodding your head. As you go back into your house to get cleaning supplies, a thought crosses your mind.
How'd that guy know where Frisk was?