Something More Addictive: A Nicepants Fanfic

Prologue

    Ever since the fallen human, Frisk, had broken the barrier there had been a sparsely populated underground, in terms of monsters. Humans, with their natural curiosity, had explored the barrier and the underground, wondering what had kept their world and the underground separated for so long. Some humans, about seventy million, even made up for the large excavation of the monsters by deciding to set up residence in the underground, some permanent and some temporary. To the monsters, these humans were peculiar.

    Used to humans had magic just like the monsters. They also used to have faith, pure faith that bound them together rather than separating them. Likewise, the monsters were peculiar to the humans. Big and small beast and fowl and all types of different creatures with powers the humans could only dream to posses, and a sense of unity that pricked the curiosity of all the nations off the upper world.

    A nice group of monsters, several hundred, decided to stay in the underground world they were born in. Others, a lot of others, left to explore the upper world that, until now, they had only seen by envisioning what they heard in the stories.

     And just like in any economy, these monsters had to find a job to provide for their livelihood. Some monster’s became famous teachers of practical and complex magic in the upper world, and some became tourist guides for humans if they still lived in the underground, where as others settled for lesser renown and demanding jobs.

    There was some who never changed their professions. Mettaton, who still served as an actor; Toriel, who was still a queen to her people; Alphys, who stayed a scientist; Nice Cream guy, Who still sold nice cream.

     Even after finding a job and purchasing a house, a lot of monsters felt... Odd with their human companions, so they did what they could to fit in. They did this by changing their fashion, or their accent, but the most popular was by changing their name.

    Although, for many monsters, finding the right human name was not an easy task, especially for Nice Cream. For years, he simply told customers that his name was nothing special, and most people questioned him no further. He tried hard, but his efforts yielded no results. There was no name that suited him.

     One day after a couple had stopped in to buy some of his nice cream, he overheard a name of a sea filter from their conversation and into his ears. Caspian.  It filled his brain with tingly excitement, and when he let the name fall of his own lips, he knew. He knew that this was the human name for him.

   It was at this time that another enlightenment was taking place three miles above, and 2,000 miles away from, the underground. There was a monster, who had become slightly famous for his role in “The Human Monsters”, that was sitting on the steps to his upper world house. A Marlboro plainly lingered inside the cat-like creature's mouth as he took short puffs in the chilling cold while a human scolded him.

    “Look, Arnold. Ever since I left the underground, I’ve been smoking these,” The cat began as he shook the box. “These babies keep me calm. Remember that scene in 'The Human Monsters', Arnold?”

    “Which scene, Daniel?” The man said calmly, an ice cold glare shooting out his eyes into the pupils of the one he spoke to. None of this conversation would be taking place if that blonde receptionist hadn't had tried to confiscate his cigarettes.

    “The one where I smashed that table in half with my bare hands at the birthday party.” Daniel said, talking one final drag before putting out the cigarette. Arnold shook his head in acknowledgement of the scene. “Well, I was supposed to only slam my hand on it, not break the damn thing in half. You see, Arnold. A director, much like yourself, Didn’t allow me to have my smoke in before he shot the scene.”

   A silence collected between them for a short while. As Daniel got up, he realized he had been getting angrier much more easily when he wasn't smoking, and none of his management classes helped him in the slightest.

     “I think you need to stop smoking, it’s messed with you enough. Look at you, you just got done smoking not even five minutes ago and here you are reaching for another.” Arnold remarked, making a disgusted face. Daniel had many things he didn't like others to talk about, and his smoking habit was a top ten.

    “At least I’m not getting tested weekly for any STDs because I have a new girl for each day of the year, Arnold.” Daniel shot back. He was practically steaming, because he knew then that Arnold was right, he did need to stop. The old Burger… the old Daniel would never have said that. Maybe he would’ve thought it, but he would’ve never been able to say it.  

     Quickly, Daniel headed for his car with a pretty pissed director following him. He knew if he was to reverse this, he'd have to go somewhere where he never smoked before. After all, he only had one real friend left in the world, and even then Daniel wondered, but he knew that his friend could help him. Nice Cream was always there for Daniel, no matter what happened.

    “Excuse me, but who the hell do you think you’re talking to? We have a contract, Burgerpants.” Arnold shouted. Daniel stopped dead in his tracks. That was a crossing point. No one, and he means No one, was allowed  to call him Burgerpants except those closest to him. Calmly, Daniel got into his car and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a rarely used checkbook.”

    “Take your contract,” Daniel said as he ripped a freshly filled paper out of the check book before throwing it on the ground. “And shove it up your ass.” He stuck the key into the ignition and revved up the car to life.

    “Where do you think you’re going, Daniel?" Asked Arnold, infuriated at the young actor's Response.

    “Home.” was the last word that left his lips, and before Arnold could say anything, Daniel’s tail lights were already halfway down the street.