A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first part! here's the second chapter.
WARNING: Contains harsh (and possibly cringeworthy) language. Also racism against goatbro. Sorry in advance.
It's still morning, so you figured you might as well do something else. You went and grabbed a snack from the kitchen (chocolate bar), and went outside, presumably to look at the flowers.
Those skeletons were sitting outside the porch. The tall one was fiddling with those odd colored cubes. He seems to be getting better.
"HMM? OH! HELLO THERE, HUMAN!"
"The great papyrus" probably made you less irritated that you think you should be. He was also as sickenly nice as Frisk, but he only came here once a week (along with...him), so it's not like he was a constant nuisance. Even his "spaghetti" was actually starting to taste of real food. You could've sworn that if you didn't use those golden flowers all that time ago, that sad, mutilated dough of the past could've been a fine substitute.
Of course, he wasn't alone.
"Huh? Oh. Hey, kid."
"..." You said nothing.
"if you're wondering the others are, they're uh, waiting in the car."
You looked forward, and sure enough, you saw Asriel and Frisk in the back seat of the tall one's vehicle, talking about something, you suppose.
"They wanted to help with grillbz' new place. you comin'?"
You really didn't feel like answering him, so you simply nodded and got in the car. the tall one and that comedian followed suit and waved goodbye to Toriel. That comedian still calls her "old lady", but she doesn't seem to mind. You figured it was because there was some truth to that claim.
Grillby's new place was outside the suburbs of town, into where lots of stores were. On the way there, you noticed a VERY large amount of restaurants. Why? How many people are that lazy to cook their own meals? Whatever. It wasn't your place to care about people's laziness.
"Grillby's Eatery" is sort of like a jack of all trades eatery. It was a pub ran by both Grillby and Muffet. The workers were almost nothing but spiders. You remembered how the health inspector nearly lost his mind when he saw a spider deliver his wine to him. It actually got a genuine chuckle out of you seeing his face go beet red with rage. You almost wished you actually saw it then, instead of at school.
You decided to look at Muffet's side of the bar. Even though it was supposedly co-owned, everyone knew Muffet was the one wearing the figurative pants in this busniess venture. Not to say Grillby didn't have a say in things...it was just that there was hardly a time when a suggestion for the restaurant from Muffet went unfulfilled. Luckily for them, they all seemed to improve the restuarant instead of the opposite way around.
"So,where do we start, Grillby?", Asriel said from across the bar, with Frisk following suit.
"...Here." Grillby handed the three of you large stacks of pamphlets. They said as follows:
WOULD YOU LIKE TASTE TO THE MYSTICAL FEELING OF MONSTER FOOD?
THEN COME OVER TO "GRILLBY'S EATERY"
THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF SEALED-AWAY FOOD HAS COME BACK TO HAUNT YOU IN MANY, TASTE BUD SATISFYING WAYS.
(COME AT OPENING NIGHT AND RECEIEVE A FREE GIFT CARD)
You...figured it was a good enough sell. You, Frisk, and Asriel moved to the streets. You start to walk out the door, but before you leave:
"...Hey. Chara, right?" Sans abruptly called.
"...what?"
"thought I'd tell ya this, since...the other kid probably won't understand...but her advice.
it ain't workin' too good. Words fallin' on deaf ears an' all that.
So probably keep that in mind when you're handing out those flyers, ok?"
"...sure." And right before you're out of earshot...
"oh yeah, and remember...
, O K ? "
"Howdy, sir!" A gruff man in a t-shirt, blue jeans, and a cigarette turned around. He looked very annoyed just by your presence alone, like how someone might look at vermin where they don't belong. He slowly and methodically paced towards the three of you.
"The hell are you supposed to be?"
Asriel flinched at such harsh language. "Well,I'm...I'm a boss monster from the underground."
Yeah, I know that! Weirdos like you 'ave been clogging up the news for months. What I mean is: "What the FUCK kind of world puts a goat in a sweater!?"
Asriel was starting to tear up. Frisk was looking a bit more worried.
"B-but I'm NOT a goat! I'm a monster!"
"Yea, I got that. With your weird fur,your face...and those ears..."
"H-HEY! LET GO!" The guy suddenly grabbed him by the ears, kicking and bawling.
"Why should I? You ain't human!"
"H-H-HEY!"
Eh? Who's there? he looked around, and faced the the girl right next you, her rarely opening eyes lookiing right at him.
That girl was Frisk.
Slowly, the man's angered face went to one of completely laughter.
"BWAAHAHAHAHAAAA!" He dropped Asriel, clutching to his sides like it was part of a joke.
"S-s-s-stop hurting him!"
"The hell are you supposed to be!?" He walked closer. "His girlfriend!?"
Real Knife
"I-I'm his f-friend! Now please don't hurt him anymore!"
Equip
* Equipped the Real Knife.
"I've got a better one! How about you get lost!?" He raised his fist and...
FWIP!
You held the fist with your free hand, looking at him right in his eyes. You didn't look at him with anger or disgust. You look at him with...that face. that smile you used to greet Frisk during your plan. That face when you revealed the nature of speed, attack, defense, etc.
"Huh? What the fuck?"
"Golly! looks like someone has to teach you some manners!" You said in the sweetest voice you know, hoping to unnerve him. It worked.
"H-hey, let go of my hand, you creepy-ass kid."
"But you were going to hurt my friend! I can't have you doing that, can't I?"
"Hey. I-I'll back off. w-we can just go our separate ways, and-"
"I'm so sorry mister, but...
I DON'T BELIEVE YOU."
And there it is. I'm conflicted on making the upcoming battle in either Chara or the man's perspective.