Just One Night

Opposition

A couple months had passed since Frisk and Sans had made themselves at home once more in the Underground. Life had been fairly peaceful for the two, despite the ever-growing pressure from the council.

Frisk, true to her word had not once returned to the surface, not willing to put herself in harm's way. Sans had been reluctant to leave her side, but had relented to his wife's wishes and returned to the surface every other day under the pretense of searching for the serial killer, although the murders had become few and far between, much to the council's delight. However, the humans were still rallying, becoming more persistent in their demands for monsters to return Underground or in the worst case scenario kill them all together. Most had slowly returned to their old ways, keeping below the surface, no longer willing to have any contact with the hate mongering people above.

The King and Queen had been relaying messages of peace across all forms of media, hoping that they could be seen not for what they looked like, but for who they were.  The pair had taken to frequent meetings aboveground followed by an entourage of their most trusted guards: Undyne, Papyrus, and Sans were the select few chosen for such events, each powerful in their own respective rights. Papyrus and Undyne were strictly for protection only, whereas Sans would fill the role of protector and temporary ambassador since he had gone to many meetings prior with Frisk. Needless to say, the presence of two skeletons, a fish, and two goats had been a bit unnerving at first since the civilians had become accustomed to Frisk, even though now that she was part monster herself she still took time to present herself in a humanly manner before she was confined to the Underground.

Undyne and Papyrus remained stoic and impassive, sobering up from playful enthusiasm on their excursions. They portrayed themselves as the skilled and fierce warriors they had trained to be, acting every bit as cold and tough their job demanded. Sans, however, remained silent during meetings, not seeing any point in cracking wise in front of a room full of people that mentally fantasized their heads on a pike. No, he wasn't fooled by their fake smiles that weren't reflected in their cold, calculating eyes, nor their attempts at small pleasantries. These people were nothing more than a farce, using the monsters until they could no longer give, til they were no longer useful, and after that...

Well, they just had to hope that it never came to that.

It was days like this that he found himself growing weary with the world. The monsters had done nothing to warrant such brutality, yet at every turn they were hunted, beaten, oppressed. Sans relaxed against the corner of the room, silently observing the overly dressed officials as they spoke of the latest attack with forced sympathy, none of them truly caring what happened to the monsters. It came to no surprise that hatred had taken root in their hearts, and was slowly spreading to his own as well.

Already had Undyne and Papyrus succumbed to hatred, no longer willing to converse with anyone outside of their race, for what good would it do? No, they were quite content with silently observing the humans before them, ready to attack or defend should the need arise. Papyrus held a small bone in his bony grasp, silently twirling it somewhat anxiously, whereas Undyne stood stiffly, spear at her side and piercing golden eyes trained on the mayor himself.

He wasn't much of a threat, the round, portly man that dabbed at his greasy face while 'listening' to their grievances was no threat. The mayor kept up his sickeningly sweet smile revealing his obviously fake teeth as he gave insincere condolences. Sans knew it was only a formailty, his words insincere by the shifting of his eyes and the hand subconsciously fiddling with one of the many gold rings on his beefy hands. He was nothing more than a bald, money hungry tycoon that cared little for coexisting, if he even cared at all.

The King gave a small sigh and fixed the man with a stern glare, "With all due respect, We should focus on the topic at hand. While you may be sincere in your words-"