One Shot-Undertale surface.

It's the first day at school, and Frisk already created a bunch of enemies.

"Hey, it's the monster Lover!"

"Hey, go back to your goat you smelly bastard!"

"Hey, you're smelly, maybe because you're hanging out with goats?"

Mockery, insult and challenges were thrown to the Angel of Underground Frisk, the human ambassador. It is unknown why they insulted him or his friends. But despite such insult to his friend and family he stays Determined. But inside him, another being inside him is burning with rage. "Fuckers, who the hell do they think they are?" Chara Dreemur silently yelled inside Frisk's head. "We survived hell itself, and they got the gall to pick on us?"

"Chara be calm, and stay determined" Frisk replied. Only he can hear her. Unbeknown to them, a janitor who walks with a limp just stared at him. "Democracy my ass, this place is no different than Afghanistan. If that bullet didn't fuck up my knee I'll help you kiddo."

"Hey, what's with that look? Are you crying?" the leader of the bullies that taunted him said, wanting to rub salt into wound. Frisk response's is unexpected, borderline to insult and threat.

"Why am I wasting time with you? I got classes to attend" Frisk replied "If you really wanted a beat down, meet me after school. Nobody will interfere, or you want the teacher to arrest you?" Frisk pointed at a faraway teacher.

The leader, rankled by the reckless challenge grabbed Frisk by the lapels. "I'm Big Bruce! I'm the King of this school!" Frisk only chuckled at that warning. He stares at the bully straight in the eye. The war-veteran janitor takes a glimpse at Frisk's brown eyes. He shuddered. Frisk smiles become maniacal.

"Since when you are the one in control?"

(After School) Chara's still yells inside his head, ranting about the teachers, schools, and civilization itself. "-I mean, come on! The teachers are watching earlier on, yet they did nothing!". "They want to see me hurt, that's why they interrupted them this morning. They thought I'm the one doing the hurting. So they stopped me." Frisk replied calmly.

"How can you be so calm?" Chara asked in wonder. "I'm not. I'm just determined. Chara, I'm starting to regret this." Frisk replied mournfully. "I thought releasing them from those prison is the perfect choice. But I'm wrong. In fact, Monsterkind would be better off sealed inside Mt Ebott."

"Frisk…" Chara started. But he interrupted her "I'm serious. If stupid people kill each other just because of skin colours, then what about monster? Like I said, bad idea." Frisk explained. "Come to think of, genocide is much kinder..."

"Frisk!" Chara yelled. But to no avail. Frisk is losing himself. Her voice is nothing compared to his guilt. Desperate to stop him from going more insane than usual, she became corporeal just for a few second, and then kissed him on the lips. Frisk, dazed by the kiss, stopped his self-induced depression.

"Frisk, genocide is MUCH worse than this. You're not a bad person. You rescued everybody! If not for you, monsterkind will never be free! Frisk! Stay determined!"

"Chara, thank you. That's why I love you." Frisk replied, feeling better with her kiss and encouragement. Chara blushed prettily. Then she disappeared, becoming incorporeal.

"The real monster approaches…" Chara narrated as Big Bruce and his gang appeared. A small mob of student is watching us, sympathetically. Frisk smiled. Compared, to Aaron, Bruce is just a pussy.

"Time for a pounding!" Bruce yelled. He flexes his arm to show off his muscle. Again, Frisk is not impressed. I'll show off my gun first, the bully thought. I'll show him that attention-mongers what he'll be facing. Bah! How can a runt free a whole civilization of monster by itself?

"I'll let you hit me first, then you hit me. The catch is you must defeat me in one blow. Each turn we give each other's blows." He then posed. Frisk only shrugged. Frisk pulled back his hand and…

99 Hit!

Big Bruce fell down clutching his stomach, blood pouring from his mouth. He writhed in pain as his friend watched slack jawed. They didn't catch what he said first Frisk then stared at one of the bullies. "Now your turn" Frisk told him.

One of them reluctantly approaches him. Frisk takes him out with a single hit.

One of them tries to reason with him. He falls harder than his leader.

One of them begged for mercy. Frisk dunked him into a trash can.

One of them, realising his mistake, tries to run away. Got hit by a thrown brick.

The last one, realising no escape, hit Frisk as hard as he can, hoping he could scare him off.

4 Damage!

Frisk's turn.

99 Damage!

In just a few minutes, the bullies of Ebott High have been wiped out. Just by one punch. The crowds cannot believe their eyes. The blood is not fake, but the circumstance might be. A small child, taking on a bunch of heavy-set bullies with actual combat records and winning just doesn't make any sense!

Frisk slowly approaches Bruce. He tries desperately to crawl away. He failed due to his injuries. He turns around to face Frisk. Bruce stared at his eyes. He felt a shiver going down his spine as he stared at Frisk's insane eyes. He is scared, very scared of the child.

The janitor earlier before took another glance at his eyes. What Bruce saw inside Frisk is just insanity. But what the war-veteran saw is much deeper. Sadness, anger, regrets. The innermost feeling is futility. He saw it before in is friend's eye after their third tour in Afghanistan.

Chara stared at Frisk in shock. "How?"

"Killing intent. When a creature is struck with a desire to kill, their enemy instinctually weaken. Therefore, the stronger my desire to kill is, the more dangerous I am." He replied. Bruce thought he is talking to him. "So that's how you can beat me…"

"Now for all of you prick." Frisk addressed the crowd. Chara is starting to like him more. "Do you honestly think I freed monsterkind just by being cute?" Unintelligible muttering was heard from the crowd of student. "I fought through the blood loss, overly powerful monster, and horrible weather just to get back to the mouth of the cave, and you guys think you can pick on me?"

"Yes Frisk, do it!" Chara shouted, wanting to add the flame, hoping that Frisk would resort to Genocide. Fortunately for the already fucked-up humanity, he didn't. But his words is much more sinister than what could a former mass-murderer would conjure up, the same word that stopped hearts, that shows that they are pretty much in danger.

"You filthy democrats…" Frisk spat "If it's not for the promise I made for her, you all be dead where you stand."

(Alex Alphonse Aramaic)