Justice

On the surface, humans thrived with others. Those others that the humans lived alongside were monsters. Monsters eventually were banished into the underground after a war that broke out between the two. Some have fallen in since then. They have eventually passed. The barrier is closer to being broken each step of the way, and every step claims a life. Unfortunately, not all humans were created equal. Some equals and superiors fell in. I am neither. I am below. Literally,on the totem pole and on Earth. I have a cranofacial deformity. Reality was not sweet to all, monster or human.

Toriel

I check routinely for anyone who has happened to fall into the underground. It would be cruel not to do so and, and... to just leave the poor human to the terrible creature. I walk through the ruins when I heard a loud crashing again and I ran as fast as possible to the gates. He was so... pale. The monster was confused, hurt, and scared. I had no idea how he got here. This plant was trying to break through to him. A love tap threw it away. That worked about as well as it did before. I tried to help him up, but he quivered away. I've never seen a monster like him before. His eyes were crunched and his lip was horribly malformed. The eyes were so visible among all of the deformation. Till now, I had neglected to see if anything was up there. I looked up and noticed three figures fleeing. "I won't hurt you. Please let me help you..my child, please." He eventually gave up and joined me. When we got out of the ruins, he dropped asleep. He was so freaked out that he literally fainted at my feet. I carried him to his bed and he slept for hours. He had this weapon, but I could tell that this should not be messed with. Their hat was quite adorable, this little cowboy hat. It was quite too big for this little child. This child was very peaceful when calm, though. When he woke, he left his room and I greeted him. I had already made a pie, butterscotch. He was very grateful. I loved this child. He stayed for a while. He wanted to follow the others... I'll never know why. All I could tell was that this child was not monster. They were human in all their glory.

Justice

I stayed with Toriel for quite a while. I accidently called her "Mom" more than a couple times. She watched me grow laaanky in a couple of months. Life was prejudice and unloving above. They never cared if I had lived or died.. so they just got rid of me. The only person who had ever cared for me was my father. He gave me my play and protection stuff, practiced shooting with me, played cowboys and actually... cared about me. It was so taboo for me to be so deformed. My... "Mom-Mom", biological mother, whatever.. I was born looking like a monster. I wanted to get out. I wanted to show that I was fine and that I, me, myself, little "deformed" Calvin T. Wilcolt was able to live and be justified. One lesson that I was seeming monster, but so humane! My life was one built on quicksand. It was going to end me one way or another. I just wanted to go out fighting or go out justified. I wanted to get home to Dad as well. I knew I would (mostly) be safe because of my deformity. I could get out easily. I'm getting out, and I'm getting justified doing it.