Frisk: God of the World

Revelations

It was another day at the Embassy, and everyone was buzzing with anticipation. Apparently, President Malcom was going to make another appearance. Frisk shadowed Asgore in his office as he prepared for the meeting. One day, he was going to be a full-time ambassador. He wanted to learn as much as he could from him.

Asgore filled some paperwork. "Now, Frisk, it's important to be prepared for every meeting such as this. However, I must confess that President Malcom is making that difficult. He has refused to disclose the topic of today's meeting, which is very unorthodox."

"Huh... seems suspicious," Frisk surmised.

Asgore nodded. "Indeed. I won't lie, everyone knows Malcom is not fond of us monsters. Unfortunately, you will always have to deal with people like him."

"What do you think this is about?"

"I really don't know."

Frisk thought about what current events were on everyone's mind. The answer was obvious. "Do you think it could have something to do with Asriel and Chara?"

"That is possible," Asgore said. "Asriel's return may raise questions about my succession."

Frisk frowned. "I don't think he'd be up to it in his current state."

He sighed. 'I know."

Asgore finished with the paperwork. "Alright, it's almost time. Let's be off."

"Right behind you."

They left the office. Out in the halls, monsters and humans were both walking around, busy with their own work. One of the monsters, a Vulkin, saw Frisk and approached him. "Umm, hi, Frisk."

He smiled at them. "Hello."

Vulkin looked very sad. "Hey, my sibling had fallen down a while ago, and since you helped Chara, I was wondering if you could..."

'Fallen down' was a euphemism monsters used to describe a comatose state they entered when they were about to die.

Frisk frowned. "Oh... I'm sorry, I don't think there's anything I can do."

Vulkin sniffled. "Oh, I see."

Frisk hugged them. Vulkin's extremely hot body burned, but he bared it for them. "I'm sorry for your loss, but I'm sure your sibling wouldn't want you to be sad."

"I know," they sobbed. "Thank you."

Vulkin let go, and they let Frisk on his way... Only for Frisk to be accosted by a human just a moment later.

The man stared at Frisk with pleading eyes. "Frisk, please help me. Name's Shawn. My poor Pyrrha was shot in the heart by some murderer, and I know you can..."

"I'm sorry, I can't," Frisk said.

Shawn clenched his fists. "Why the hell not?! If you can save Chara, you can save Pyrrha!"

"I just can't. I don't know how I saved Chara. I didn't even know she existed. She just kind of popped in my head."

"Well, make Pyrrha pop in your head!"

"I can't," Frisk repeated. "I swear I would help you if I could, but I can't."

He glared at Frisk hatefully. "I used to look up to you. I thought you were a good person, but now I see the truth. You will only help the people you care about, and you don't give a shit about anyone else!" He raised his fists. "You selfish brat!"

Royal guards 01 and 02 jumped into action. In perfect unison, they held their swords in between Frisk and Shawn. "Hey, that's not cool," 02 said.

"Keep your hands off Frisk," 01 warned.