Written in first person view, so you can think of the human as anyone you like. You, Frisk, Chara, an OC... anyone.
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Being "The Human" in a world of monsters has its perks.
There's... well, there's...
...
I sigh, as I can't think of anything at the moment. Monsters are still unfamiliar with my kind, even though they have encountered plenty of other humans before. The first time I met the majority of them, was in battles where they were trying to kill me. So yeah, good times. Catching the stares and whispers from monsters around town who have yet to meet me or get to know "The Human" always make going out to eat or shop a pleasure. And the fact that there aren't any houses available for sale or even for rent down here, so I'm stuck living in a tiny, cramped hotel room, is a big bonus.
I did end up making lots of friends here during my stay... eventually. There's Undyne for instance. She's loud and crazy and always up for an adventure! There's her girlfriend Alphys, too. I like geeking out with her on occasion. And there's Papyrus, too... who for the life of him can't remember my name, poor guy, so just calls me "Human" most of the time, hoping I won't notice. If I can remember a name like "Papyrus," surely he can remember my simple enough name. But, what he lacks in social skills, he makes up for in charm. He always knows how to bring a smile to anyone's face, whether it's from being an unintentional goofball or being a complete sweetheart. His brother is pretty cool, too. And Grillby is a good listener, although he's not much one for talking.
But, no matter how hard I try to fit in, it always feels like I'm on the outside. Like I'll never genuinely be one of them… like I'll always be a puzzle piece that doesn't quite fit into place but is jammed in there anyway.
Just once, I would like to really fit in, to truly be a part of everything and everyone around me, and blend in. To be the finishing piece to the puzzle around me.
With enough determination, I can do just that tonight. I have been working on this all week. Down at the garbage dump, waist high in what I can only hope is muddy water, literally getting my hands dirty digging through countless piles of stuff, I have found several things that will prove to be helpful in my mission:
Some body paint. A raggedy old wig. A mask.
Yeah, I scored big time in the luck department. I had been down there with Alphys one day looking for more anime dvds, when I had come across the body paint, and the idea hit me like a brick falling from the water above.
I can disguise myself.
So, I have been coming back by myself every day this week to look for other helpful items, and I think I have enough to do the job. Mettaton is hosting a "No Longer A Square-Dance Party" tonight, turning the lobby of his resort into a dance. It will be complete with music; a dance floor, which oddly resembles the colored tile puzzle; entertainment, which of course will be himself; a bar, catered by Grillby; and nearly every monster in attendance. But, I mean of course, no one asked me to go. Not that I expected anyone to.
As a human, I am not going; as a monster, I am.
The body paint.
The dance is in two hours. I'm sitting alone in my hotel room that serves as my home now, with all my materials spread out on my small bed, about to don myself in monster attire for the evening. I have only told one person about my plan- Undyne. She is one of my closest friends, and I can count on her to keep my secret, and to help me out if something goes horribly wrong. With my finished look in mind, I pick up the bottle of body paint. It is a shiny dark green color, and I notice how it glistens against my skin as I apply it down my right arm. It feels cold and sticky, but I quickly adjust to the sensation and continue applying it with the brush until my whole arm is covered. It only takes a few seconds to dry, and then I maneuver my arm around in the light, watching the shades of green sparkle subtly.
It took about an hour to cover my whole body in the stuff, and I'm glad I gave myself enough time to get ready. I walk over to the only mirror in this place, a small bathroom mirror. The green face that pops into view where my reflection is supposed to be, startles me at first. I chuckle at my own self, and look myself over as best as I can. I've impressed myself by not missing any spots and blending the color well on my skin. I shrug, and head back to the bed to finish the rest of my look.
The wig.
It's a long black-haired wig that took three washes to get all of the mud and gunk out of, and is now stringy and damaged. I grab the scissors off the bed, and do my best to salvage it, cutting the tangled mess of hair into a descent-looking short bob. Not too shabby, I congratulate myself on the finished product. I place it on my head, and adjust it to my liking.
The clothes.
I didn't want anyone to recognize me in clothes I've worn before, so I bought a new dress for the occasion: a simple black backless dress. I step into it and drag it up until it rests on my shoulders and hangs down to my mid-thigh.
The mask.
It is basically just fancy glasses with dark lenses and some decorative feathers that manage to hide some of my face. It gets the job done.
I go to the mirror for one last look over myself, making sure my wig and glasses are adjusted correctly on my face. My green colored skin almost glows in the direct light, my black wig and dress go nicely together, and even my glasses seem to tie the look together.
Granted, I don't look normal. I look pretty weird. But, I've seen some very strange looking monsters, so I should blend in quite nicely.
With a deep breath, I grab my clutch bag and beat-up sneakers, and head out the door.