The Angel and His Demon • Swadmare √

Dark Skeleton

Dear Father.

How are you? I'm doing good, and so is him. Well. I lied.

Moon? Hes not.. like before. He's got more sick, I don't know what to do.

Please answer me this time.

Yours truly, Swad Song.

A rather skeketon with a golden halo flying on his head frowned at the letter, he couldn't believe he wrote this 7 years ago.

He threw it at the lighten up fireplace, watching the paper burn was rather pleasing to watch. How it crumbles into dust.

It was just how he wanted to see his darling crumble under him.

Morning , Frisk's apartment.

Frisk's Point of View.

I woke up this morning with another headache. "God..." Was all I could whisper out at the moment. I had to prepare my voice for a performance I had to do today.

"Whatever, As long as I don't go meet Sans." I spoke rather annoyed.

I got up, fixed my bed, and wore my clothes. Checking my show clothes everything was good. All that mattered was my makeup supplies.

I put them all in the bag and take my leave.

Outside was the usual, quite smoky and you can hear children crying.

I didn't meet any of the skeleton brothers tho.

Walking down the street I heard some people talking,

'Monsters are coming one after one!'

'Disgusting.'

'One of them really put some three hooligans in their place tho.'

'I heard they had a gun..'

'There's three in the city right? We should kill them!'

I frowned, either my headache or the gossip that the people are muttering about.

So there's another monster, let's hope they don't come into the ladies bathroom.

The bar that I was singing in for tonight was far from home, so I had to arrive there early.

Too bad it was around the most deadly area of the city.

The place I walked around was reeking of blood, urine and cigarettes. It was disgusting.

The alley's had dead bodies poorly covered. Men peed in the corners of the alley.

I will definitely have a shower.

...

After arriving at the bar it was quite clean, maybe it was newly made or the owner's were actually the rare kind that care for their establishments.

I walked into the dressing room and was shocked.

It already prepared dresses for the female performers, and had the men in another area. There were a few girls there that I will sing after them.

"Oh hello! You're.. Frisk, right?" A rather girl with heavy makeup and black hair asked me, having a wide smile.

"Uh, yes." I gave an awkward smile, I really didn't expect to be welcomed so soon.

"Thanks for coming to my hubby's bar, I make sure this place is spotless. It gets ruined with the fights tho." The lady frowned at the last sentence.

Another blonde girl that was doing her makeup in-front of the mirrors continued, "Still Amelia, why did you allow a monster to drink in this place? They might be dangerous." She looked at the black haired girl who is Amelia, and me.

"Oh please! I spoke to him at my time in Russia. He's actually pretty kind, not a smoker at all! But quite of a heavy drinker when he's stressed.." Amelia smiled.

I just stood there listening to the women's conversation.

"And when is he coming then?" The blonde leaned on the table that had the bags of certain clothes.

"Right after Honey's performance!" Amelia seated me on a chair that was suprisingly right beside me.

"Alright.." The blonde gave a faint smile, if the owner's wife was sure this monster was safe, then I trusted it.

I had a happy feeling inside of myself, there were more non-racist humans out there.

And I was sure there will be way more accepting people in the future.

... POV Change.

Showtime came for the blonde girl, she introduced herself as Charlotte, and that she was a school student from her home state, Texas.

Her singing was great, she hit the hight note greatly. But Frisk didn't see the light for music inside of her.

She likely sang for money, thats it.

The next girl, Honey, was a brunette and she had a giant birth mark on her neck.

She would be considered 'overweight' to the audience, but they seemed happy to have her singing. The only thing was that she was gravida.

Honey had a homey and sweet aura around her, Frisk liked her feeling.

And one guy in the crowd seemed to be prouder and brighter than the sun seeing Honey sing.

Right after she was finished, a dark skeleton entered the bar, the men were preparing their guns but Amelia warned them that he is welcome here.

It took a lot of complaints and arguing but it ended well. Heck! Even some of them were catching conversations with the monster, is this really a bar sent from the heavens? Frisk thought.

And it was her time to sing, She already had her makeup, hair done and her clothes were good enough.

She walked upto the stage, the curtains slowly opening, the bright lights being turned on.

The piano man that was on her left stared at Frisk to let him know when to start, she nodded at the man.

Then, the singing started.

Frisk tried her best to not look at the dark monster (in fear Sans might happen again)

Nightmare frowned, the singer on the stage might be racist or..

..had a rather unpleasant time with a monster once.

Nightmare just closed his eyes, listened to the piano and singing, and thought about his boys.

He smiled at the memories.