"talking" "Thoughts"

"Ready everyone? They're coming closer! In 3, 2, 1…" the goat-boy conducts the rest of the crowd, eyeing Frisk with every step they make towards them

"WELCOME. MAYOR FRISK!" The entire crowd screams in unison, accompanying streamers and party poppers

To say that Frisk was surprised would be a MASSIVE understatement "I- e- umm- Excuse me, did you guys say Mayor?" Frisk attempts to clarify, making sure they heard the crowd right

"Yes, of course we did, Mayor Frisk!" The goat-boy answers walking up to Frisk, a clipboard in his hand as well as a bouquet of flowers, which he promptly hands into Frisk's confused hands "We've been waiting for you for the past hour! We hope you will do wonders to New Home! Now come!" the goat-boy peppily exclaims as he grabs Frisk's hand "We need to show you your new workplace! To the town hall!" He continues as he walks towards the Town Hall with a bewildered Frisk in tow, not noticing the recipient's distress

As the mystery goat-boy simultaneously pulls Frisk towards the Town Hall and witters on about something random, Frisk takes in their surroundings "wilting flowers, dead grass, garbage everywhere, whoever took care of this place sure didn't do a good job!"

*At Town Hall*

"… And this is your desk and chair! If you sit down in this I will assist you as quick as I can! Are there any questions?" the goat-boy queries, tilting his head to the side

"Yeah, I do have a question…" Frisk begins, but stops as they don't even know the goat-boy's name

"…?" the goat boy waits, puzzled as to why the mayor hasn't asked the question yet.

"Well, first off: name?" Frisk asks, still kind of overwhelmed by the whole introduction

"Name?…" the goat-boy pauses, while you can almost see the gears whirring about in his head "OH! I haven't even introduced myself, I knew I forgot something!" the goat-boy places one fist onto the other palm before extending out his right hand towards Frisk "My name is Asriel Dreemurr! Resident secretary to the Mayor, which is you!" he finishes, showing off a toothy smile

"Frisk, charmed." Frisk reciprocates, giving the goat-boy a firm handshake. "Now, Asriel, I hate to ask, but I need to make sure I'm not going crazy… You said I was the 'Mayor'?" Frisk again attempts to clarify, using air quotes

"Yes of course!" Asriel pipes up, going through the stack of papers he's been holding the whole time "All the documentation checks out and even references you by name! The Mayor's duties is to keep the townspeople happy, manage the projects, and confirm or deny requests from the villagers! There's a bunch of technical stuff regarding bureaucracies and such, but I've taken care of the matter! You have nothing to worry, Mayor Frisk!"

"May I see the documents?" Frisk asks, wanting to see if this is for real

"Of course, just let me get them out an- Oops!" Asriel attempts to rummage through the stack of papers before dropping them all on the floor, scattering loose leaves everywhere "Aw great, look what I've done!" Asriel exclaims as he hurries to recollect the fallen papers, not noticing that Frisk has also knelt down and helped him

"Here" Frisk exclaims, after collecting the paper around them and handing it to Asriel, who had finished getting the papers around him

"Ah! Th-thanks!" Asriel stutters, realizing he must look like a klutz in front of his new boss. He then looks over the document on the top and says "Actually, you keep that one! It's the document I was looking for!" as he barks a laugh

"Ah, how convenient" Frisk mutters as they scan the document, checking for any signs of fraudulence, surprisingly finding little to none "Birth date, previous address, full name, they've got everything here" Then they noticed a familiar signature under 'Guardian' "Should've known she'd be in on this" Frisk darkly thinks as they shove a hand into their pocket and pulls out their cell phone, speed dialing the first (and, well, ONLY) number they have saved. "I'm just calling someone Asriel, I won't be a minute" Frisk states as they leave the room, wanting privacy

"Hello, Toriel speaking!" The recipient on the other side of the line pipes up

"Hi, 'Mom'." Frisk states in the type of tone that demands answers