The sun was shining as Frisk stepped off of the podium. She had just finished speaking about the monsters to rather ignorant humans, and walked off into an alleyway, where her car was parked.
Then, some passerby heard a blood-curtling scream. When a few of them went to see what happened, they found Frisk's dead body hunched over the hood of her car, blood pooling from what appeared to be a stab wound in her back.
That was two months ago.
Frisk, killed in her early twenties, had grown into a kind and caring young woman after emerging from Mount Ebott with an entire race of monsters in tow.
Needless to say, humans did not take well to the monsters at first, but eventually most of them warmed up to them. Most of the, warmed up, but not all.
This, perhaps, is why the humans felt the need to take out their anger at the monsters on her.
Or, at least, that's what the monsters think.
The humans seem to think that their trust was misplaced in the monsters, and the people who never liked them in the first place fanned this flame.
According to them, the monsters used her to get to the surface, then killed her in cold blood.
That's what 21 year-old college student Charlie Jameson thought, until he met a certain skeleton.
A/N: ugh, sorry this is such a short chapter. I promise i'll at least try to get some longer ones out once I've got some practice.