Just One Night

Transgressions

Life had went on fairly normal after their housewarming party a few weeks ago. The house had finally been furnished much to their delight. They had bought a deep black leather couch with matching recliners to sit on either side. They kept the TV that Frisk had back in Underground and used her old entertainment center. Their kitchen finally had more than 3 pots and pans, even going as far as stocking up their entire cupboard with different spices for when they decided to actually cook. There was no shortage of ketchup in the house since at times Sans would drink the whole bottle like it was an aged wine. He was addicted, but she couldn't help but indulge him.

They even bought a few buckets of paint, and after getting permission from the landlord, they painted their walls a pale blue in the living room and entrance. The kitchen was left a cream color, since it would probably get dirty anyway and need to be cleaned. They painted their bedroom a dark gray to make it feel cozy and inviting, perhaps even a bit provocative. They had finished stocking their bathroom with the necessities like eye screams, skull caps, and boo-paste. All of which were normal items until Sans took a permanent marker and renamed the containers.

Contrary to their happy home life, the council was being harder than ever. They were growing anxious at the amount of monsters that were pouring out from Underground to settle into Ebbot city. They had a fair share of monsters in the last decade, but when their government had started imposing harsh taxes and unleashing unreasonable demands, many of the monsters went back into hiding simply for the fact that they were treated poorly and couldn't afford to be aboveground. The city allowed the monsters to trade and gave them stamps to leave and enter the city. It was law that monsters spotted outside past 10 at night were to be picked up and either dumped back at the gate, usually forcefully, or be immediately detained.

The council feared that since monsters had varying abilities and not much interaction between the two species had taken place, they assumed that any monster out late at night was a threat. It lead to many monsters wanting to give up any idea of living peacefully with the humans, for how could they trust mankind when at every turn their actions were in question? When they could not speak without someone twisting their words?

Frisk held many speeches and campaigns in defense of her monster brethren but it seemed as if most of the city already held deep rooted biases. With every passing day, the hatred was hard to ignore. Issues were popping up left and right with monsters being hunted and harassed. Female monsters were no longer safe walking alone, most preferring to stay Underground or if they absolutely had to leave, they would go in groups for their safety. Men were coming back beaten savagely and with no remorse, the monsters were finding it so very difficult to co-exist.

That's why Frisk was working harder than ever. She begged, pleaded, and cried out to the council for better laws to protect the monsters. She set up as many meetings as possible to clarify the intent of her people, to spread awareness of their cultures. She fought tooth and nail for every right they had, yet it wasn't enough. The extremists were only escalating the situation.

Sans couldn't ignore the strain that was thrust upon his girlfriend. He often stood by her, calming her nerves, offering words of wisdom and encouragement. She would often cry for their people, blaming herself for their mistreatment. His heart ached every night she would come home and fall into his arms sobbing about the latest monster attack. It was only a few days after her last break down that he decided enough was enough.

It was time.

He looked down at the sleeping girl beside him, her expression peaceful despite all of the hardship she had been enduring. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and kissed her brow softly. If she only knew what he was up to, she'd surely have pummeled him senseless. With a slight smirk and ever-growing determination, he threw on his old blue hoodie, grabbed his keys and took off into the night.