A light snow was beginning to fall as you took a break from your sewing to stare out of the window. The view from your hotel room really was very pleasant. You could see the front of the hotel with its Christmas lights still up. Cars seemed to be constantly flowing through the entrance and people scurried along to get out of the cold. You were fairly warm up here in your room but you were more chilled than earlier. Sans had his jacket back with him so you were left relying on the only other thing that helped you when you were doomed to have bad dreams.

Mr. Harrington looked quite dapper in his new get-up. Toriel had plenty of access to nice materials for you to practice your sewing on and you had no problem with making a new outfit for Mr. Harrington. You had missed the opportunity to dress him up in a Christmas outfit but he looked mighty fine in his tuxedo. He even had a little bowtie with spider webs on it for design that you were certain Muffet would love if she ever saw it. He was still barefoot, though, which was strange in the fancy get up but there was really nothing you could do about that. His one foot was stuck to the base of the light, after all. The 'Spoopy' background seemed less scary than usual. What a silly Halloween decoration.

The door to the bedroom opened and you looked up to see Asgore come out of the bedroom wearing his pajamas and rubbing his towel through his beard. Both of your parents had issues when it came to bathing because of all of their fur. It took forever to dry it all. Thank goodness you didn't have to share a bathroom with them normally. Asgore took a seat next to you on the couch with a sigh before he placed his towel in his lap and he summoned up flames into both of his hands. You reached forward and he gave you a smile and held out one of the flames to you. It landed in your palms and you grinned.

This particular flame was much like the one that Toriel had used in her fireplace when you had first arrived at her house meaning it was warm and completely harmless to you. You liked holding the flame because of the very slight resistance it gave you when you rubbed it between your hands. It would flatten and melt through your fingers and would always reform back into its normal shape. It did well to heat up your slightly chilled hands. They also relaxed your sore fingers.

Asgore used his flame instead to help dry his fur. It was a lot faster than waiting for it to air dry and it made his fur soft and poofy. You had made jokes with him about it in the past. Toriel did the same thing with her own fur. It was useful because the fire magic didn't burn anything.

You cupped the flame and brought it to your face to feel its balminess. "Oh-ho! Look at how handsome Mr. Harrington is!" Asgore said and with his free hand he lifted Mr. Harrington to spin him around and get a good look at him. You smiled proudly and Mr. Harrington looked quite smug indeed. He was really pulling off that outfit. "You have become so good at sewing! Will you make something for me next?" He was teasing you. You put the flame on your head (where it stayed) and you gripped his sleeve imploringly. You would take him up on his offer. He guffawed. "Wonderful! I expect a full suit by Wednesday!"

"Pay up front." You demanded. He pretended to check his pockets and then gave you a fake frown.

"I am afraid I do not have my wallet." He lamented.

You narrowed your eyes and then pointed to his beard. He gasped. "You think I am lying?" He patted his beard and nothing popped out. "See! No money!"

"No suit." You huffed managing to bite back your grin. Asgore sighed heavily and slumped down in his seat.

"Oh dear. I suppose I must wear a non-Frisk suit then."

"A tragedy." You said.

Another sigh. It sounded even more burdened. "Indeed." You were both silent for a long stretch of a minute during which the flame on your head fizzed out. The moment it did (making a little popping sound along the way which you knew was an optional noise that Asgore made it do just for fun) you both started giggling. Your dad could be so silly sometimes.

Asgore returned to drying his fur after you two calmed down. You took back Mr. Harrington and turned on his light. He looked pleased and you were as well. "So Frisk. Where is Tori?"

Toriel had gone out with all of your other friends to drink, apparently. They wanted to check out a human bar. You didn't see the appeal and you had a feeling that you were possibly missing out but your friends were all admittedly adults so that seemed like something even monsters would do. Sans hung out at New Grillby's enough, after all, even if you had never seen him drink alcohol. You wondered if there was much difference in human and monster alcohol. Monsters didn't seem to find it necessary to eat human food either way because of their physical properties but they enjoyed it well enough. Perhaps it was the same with human alcohol?

You informed Asgore of her whereabouts.

"I see. So I am stuck with babysitting." He was only joking and you understood but that was a little annoying. You were thirteen and you had practically raised yourself. It wouldn't bother you at all if Asgore decided to join everyone else down at the hotel bar. You currently weren't allowed to do much considering you were grounded from television and your computer because of the sledding incident. Toriel even had Alphys turn off your texting and internet access on your phone (which you didn't know that could be done but apparently so). You couldn't even use your jetpack. That left you with limited options but you would find ways to entertain yourself.

You told Asgore that he could go join the others but he shook his head. "Fret not, little one. I am not bothered by it." His hand came up to rub your hair affectionately. "I often was left watching over Chara and Asriel when Toriel went shopping." You barely hid your wince at the sound of the names of those children. Asgore appeared to be thinking of the past again. "I wish you could have met your siblings, Frisk." He murmured wistfully. "I am sure you would've all gotten along well. Playing in the garden…having a real family…It….Well."

Your dad looked close to tears. You couldn't look at him. You wanted to comfort him but the shackles of your guilt held you back. You disliked when those children's names were brought up. You wanted to tell Asgore and Toriel the truth behind the fates of their children…but it was more of a kindness not to. You were aware that in past timelines Flowey had contacted his parents and they were accepting of him but you didn't doubt that it was painful on all sides. And you didn't even wish to begin to tell them all about Chara. You were too cowardly. So instead you sat there quietly staring at your lap.

"…I'm sorry, Frisk." Asgore said and you looked up at his sad smile. "I know it is not pleasant to talk of 'what-ifs' and possibilities. Forgive me for I am an old monster. I tend to get wistful." You leaned against him in a show of forgiveness, tucking your hands between your thighs so he would not see their shaking. He placed his large paw on your head and mussed up your hair. "Tell me, young one," he made an effort to change the subject, "are you prepared for tomorrow?" You looked up at him. "It is the first time the public will be seeing our meeting!"

You shrugged. You hadn't liked the meeting in the last timeline but that was mostly because you had felt the tension your parents held. They didn't like the monsters at all and talking about them had probably been distasteful. You didn't like all of the interviews either but perhaps with your parents not directing everything you would do better.

This time you at least had a better idea of what would be asking and discussed. You would make an attempt to be more vocal tomorrow. Many of the things you had stuttered out had been misconstrued by the protesters to "monster rights". It seemed not everyone in the world agreed with having monsters around. Many of the arguments were worry towards children. Horribly there had been a question about the "mysterious disappearances" on Mt. Ebott. It would be difficult discussing that again.

"There will be…mean people." You said softly. "Not everyone will like monsters."

"No." Asgore agreed sadly. He held you to his side. He was very warm. "And you must be prepared for that, my child. Come," He surprised you by ushering you to the small table near the kitchen. He sat opposite in the (thankfully) metal chair and faced you seriously. "Let us practice. I will need to be cruel to you but it is just to prepare you." You nodded seriously and shifted into a more concentrated pose. The next few minutes were spent with Asgore assuming a rather rude persona. He would ask you question after question and sometimes would blow off or blatantly insult you. Your lack of speech skills as well as your age were brought up. Possibility of mind control and Stockholm Syndrome came up as well (you had to look up the last one in the last timeline because you had not known what it was. This time you did. You were surprised that Asgore knew what it was). There were times you felt attacked and wanted to shrink away but Asgore would encourage you. He reminded you of Undyne's fighting lesson: "Face me with your eyes open and your head up and you will be ready for any attack I will throw at you." It made sense considering Asgore had trained Undyne.

An hour passed and you were mentally and emotionally exhausted by the brutal interrogation. Even the actual meeting hadn't been as tiring. You were ready for some food and sleep. But Asgore praised you for a job well done. "Never forget, Frisk," he reached forward and gently cupped your face in his hand, "that your family and friends shall be here for you. You need not face everything alone. You are not alone, my child." You nodded in understanding and your stomach growled loudly. Asgore laughed heartily and stood. "Come! Let us see what there is to snack on!"


A/N: I'm gonna admit that I sort of kind of bailed out of this chapter. I honestly didn't know how to rehash a meeting I kind of sort of wrote in "Frisk" and I didn't feel like approaching it again. Instead have the "Asgore trains Frisk in politics" prompt (even if it probably wasn't as descriptive as you were probably wanting, I'm sorry prompter). I will definitely be having more "Ambassador Frisk" though. Just later.

Um...Well I have a VERY EXCITING next two chapters planned that I sincerely hope you'll enjoy. It is VERY EXCITING. My friend Otter (who I bounce ideas off of, if you've been following my tumblr) ALREADY WANTS TO CRY. So. Get ready. ;3 I will PROBABLY have another chapter out tonight so check again in a few hours. Maybe even TWO CHAPTERS.