Not long ago, in a galaxy one quantum leap away...
THE AMBASSADOR'S HANDS
It is a period of tension and prejudice on the surface. Everyday, reports are brought back to Frisk of monsters being attacked over the pettiest of misunderstandings. And so, the Ambassador's Hands were founded. The Hands were to act as spokespeople to humans who could only deal peaceably with other humans. They walked the streets, working to resolve inter-species disputes, and vowing to actively avoid violence, like the Ambassador before them.
However, branded as monster sympathizers, the Hands began to face many problems of their own...
"Hey, can you pause it?" said her father.
Quinn lifted the remote, stopping the sci-fi movie she'd been watching with her brothers.
"What's up?" she said.
"Dan says it looks like the fire station is going with someone else." he said. "It's not official yet, but it might as well be."
Quinn blew outwards.
"Great." she said.
More anxiety for her. She was currently fighting off the rent on her apartment with unemployment pay. She'd wanted to be a fire-fighter since she was ten, but station after station had rejected her for being inexperienced. She'd been working as a garbage woman in the meantime, but then came downsizing.
"Well, that's alright." said Liam(the oldest sibling). "You'll get there eventually."
"I know." she said.
She didn't. You could, in fact, to get too old to be a fire-fighter. She was 22, so she had plenty of time, but still.
Her mother was narrowing her eyes.
"Who's 'someone else'?" said her mother.
Quinn braced herself.
"Someone called 'Greater Dog'." her father said, wryly.
"A monster?" her mother said, incredulously. "They're making a monster a fire-fighter? Uh, excuse me?"
"It does seem a little counter-intuitive, I'll admit." said her father.
"How so?" Quinn said, evenly.
Her mother tilted her head at her, condescendingly, and she could almost read her mind.
Here comes Quinn, with her politically correct crap again.
"Isn't it the same as, well, hiring them as cops?" said her mother.
Quinn shrugged.
"I don't see a problem with that either." she said.
"Oh, well, I'm probably wrong then." quipped her mother, so someone would rally to her defense.
"I think what your mother means is it's not smart to hire trouble makers as the people who clean up the trouble." said her father. "But I'll admit, that's a bit of a generalization."
"Only a bit?" said Quinn.
Liam shifted a bit in his seat.
Let it go, Quinn.
"Statistically, and I am not making this up, monsters are at the root of most current crimes." said her father.
"Because they're the ones getting attacked." said Quinn.
"Sometimes." said her dad.
"Rory said a monster broke a man's arm in Nebraska!" said Kieran(the youngest).
He just wanted to be part of the conversation. Jason just wanted to finish Star Wars, and was looking sullenly at the stilled screen.
"Yes, sweetie, but your sister thinks that's just a rumor." said her mother.
"Have you heard of a time when it was the other way around that wasn't based on shady evidence?" Quinn asked her father.
"I think it's a little illogical to assume that all those fights were started by humans." Liam interjected, softly. "I mean, some monsters have to be flawed, you've gotta admit."
"...So, to sum up, because some of them are probably violent, we're upholding the generalization that most of them are?" said Quinn.
"Ultimately, it's nice to be optimistic, but you've got to keep an eye out." said her dad, flatly.
That...that doesn't even answer my point! she thought.
But she knew it was no good. They weren't going to actually listen to her. They were just going to recite their memorized points.
But now she was pissed, and if she was going to salvage this day with her family, she needed to cool off.
"Hmm." she said, noncommittally. "Well, I need to go to the bathroom."
"Oh, Quinn, come on." said her mother.
"No, I actually do need to go to the bathroom."
So, after she faked using the bathroom, she went to the kitchen, where Liam and their parents were chatting.
"I think I left my coat at the library." she said. "I should be back by four."
"Alright." said her mother, turning back to her conversation.
It was clear she was meant to take offense at being let off so easily.
Quinn walked to her car, and drove off with extreme prejudice.