"What's happening now?" Frisk asked, knowing that it should be prime time for customers.

"Another one fell down. Third time in the last couple of months, though I doubt there will be anything left when they're finished with it as usual."

Frisk was helping out in a local pub to make some extra cash, cleaning glasses, wiping the tables clean and so forth. She did get to know some frequent visitors, and they knew much more about what was going on around than she did. She had heard of several holes in the celling of the Underground for which were the sole sources of light. Apparently a small group of monsters falling in was a once in a lifetime event, so she and everyone else down in the Underground had the wonderful luck and privilege of giving them a 'nice' greeting.

Now she though about it, going there was banned unless the King wanted to organise a special event. She figured the guards were pretty tired of everything too and made exceptions on the spot. They probably needed to lash out against something too to let some steam out. Seems when you have a common enemy everyone will join up together. It made a change a least.

"I was wondering why today seemed to be a bit quiet..."

"Well, I'm sure they're going to arrive in any second now..." the man replied finishing his drink in one gulp.

Not a moment too soon, a load of people stumbled in; Frisk assumed that their shift ended long ago and that they just finished having their 'fun'. They were covered in coal and soot from the day of work and for some reason, their arms and hands were coated in chalk dust. They would smear the tables and stools with it which mildly annoyed her as it would mean additional cleaning; she could deal with the coal and soot, but the chalk was much harder to clean for some reason. But why chalk of all things?

"This one was an ugly bugger, I'll tell you that!"

"Feathers everywhere and a repulsive beak face if you could call it that! Makes a difference from the other two shites!"

Frisk was actually curious on what monsters looked like as from what she heard about them, they seemed to be multiple different kinds of monsters. Unfortunately, the remains would probably just be dumped in the crevice or the incinerator after they had they finished giving their 'friendly' greetings.

Often times, they would come back with extremely fine clothes and dresses that they must have pilfered from the scum of the surface that fell down. But strangely they were always... child sized; the only people that would even have a chance of fitting into them would be her younger siblings.

She did wonder how monsters would have treated a human if the situation was inverted... Just the thought made her sick...

The sun shone into the librarby, giving an air of warmth and lighting the inside. Asriel was waiting patiently for Frisk to wake up to no avail. He was dreading for what was to come, but he knew there was no avoiding it. He had already checked the windows to see if anything was happening outside. Empty. He was beginning to wonder what the other monsters were doing, as the morning it was the start of the day; School, work, leisure, fulfilment... stuff he couldn't take part in.

Ironically, a human was partially responsible for his demise, now he was counting on another human to save him. He did miss them dearly, but got over it mostly. However, the thought that his parents possibly still being alive weighed heavy on his heart. He longed to reunite with them. In the current circumstances, he couldn't of course. But there was something... odd about Frisk.

It made him quite uncomfortable to think about it, but there was no denying it; This human and the one he met and befriended much earlier on weren't that different. She still hadn't called a cry baby or anything like that... yet.

"Frisk... please wake up, I..."

Asriel began to sob slightly, just the thought of her reaction of what he had done; he didn't want to be on bad terms with her on the rest of the adventure. Despite a few hiccups, he believed that they got along quite well together. Now most definitely was not the time to start hating one another.

They... they would have loved that... They despised humanity...

…

Asriel shook his head and pushed out any thoughts that were detrimental. Now wasn't the time to draw up comparisons again. So he just waited. And waited.

Just as Asriel was about got to sleep out of sheer boredom, slight shuffling could be heard. He raised his head a bit and saw Frisk slowly getting up from the ground. They groaned and rested their back on a bookshelf.

"Frisk! You're awake!"

Initially Frisk didn't answer, probably too busy trying to properly wake up, but eventually she slowly turned her head towards him. She looked extremely drowsy, and looked like she was about to fall back to sleep.

"What time is it?" Frisk asked sluggishly. The night was uncomfortable in comparison to the sofa she slept on the previous night. Though she didn't feel cold at all from the lack of a blanket or even basic heating, despite it being supposedly winter.

"It's morning, that's for sure..."

Frisk looked at the window to see sunshine entering into the library. The natural light seemed to give everything it touched a feeling of warmth and welcomeness. Now she had multiple examples to draw a comparison from, everything down underground just looked bland and depressing without it. The omnipresence of natural light was comforting and she thought that she wouldn't ever be able to come to terms with it; how the monsters ever got use to it was beyond her. Even the two areas under where sunlight could freely enter just felt... creepy and ominous.

But something felt off... Frisk couldn't quite put her finger on it. Literally. The last thing she remembered was being chocked until she blacked out. And Asriel was seemingly acting all innocent, looking at the ground and avoiding eye contact. He most definitely guilty of something, but Frisk figured that it would only be a matter of time; Asriel was already awful at hiding his guilt.

As she was about to push herself up with her hands, she realised that in fact, she no longer possessed hands, but instead something more akin to paw like hands, covered in brown fur. Having just woken up, Frisk figured that she was either still dreaming or hallucinating or something. She still felt though she had to check, just in case.

The librarby was devoid of any mirrors, so she practically dragged herself over to the nearest window for the next best thing and looked on with absolute horror. At first she didn't recognised herself, believing that she was looking at some sort of 'magical mirror', but it was real, all of it was; she had lost herself and was replaced with something grotesque and inhuman.

Where there was once a sweet smile was now replace with a snout with fangs protruding at the end. Where there was once delicate and perfect hands were now swapped, as mentioned, with something that resembled more like paws of an animal. Where there was once pale skin now gave way to brown fur covering her from top to bottom and a pair of floppy ears now rested on the side of her head.

Asriel. Asriel had done this to her. This was why he was acting all innocent. She turned to look at Asriel only to find him cowardly hiding behind his ears he had brought up to his eyes. They hadn't gone through much, and there was a time or two when things were bumpy, but this went too far. Too far.

So that's why she blacked out; Asriel wanted to inflict her as much pain as possible onto her for hurting Undyne and burning down the house. After all, what else could've been the reasoning? Cruelty? What was to be gained really? Why did he have to turn her into... him of all things?

"Explain. Now." Frisk said flatly in an aggressive tone. She knew she couldn't physically harm Asriel, but that didn't mean she was going to spare him. Frisk was going to hold him accountable until the day of her demise. She couldn't even bare to imagine what her people would think of her if they saw her in this twisted form.

"I... Its... Think of it as a... disguise. It's just temporary... it will wear off. Please forgive m-me..." Asriel managed to stutter before breaking down, sobbing.

A disguise? That wasn't a terrible idea actually, what with the bounty she's got on her head now for her self defence and arson to distract the monsters. And if it's just temporary... it might actually just be perfect. Perfect in every way possible.

Asriel had looked upon Frisk for any sign of forgiveness. Frisk... didn't want to but she had to admit that Asriel had probably saved her getting her head getting put on a pike. Silence followed, quickly broken by Frisk who had managed to calm down a bit, coming to grips with reason.

"Next time warn me before you decide to randomly cut my vital functions for a 'grand plan'! And don't think I'll forget this anytime soon!"

Asriel didn't answer, but Frisk knew he got the message. So the summarize it up... she was transformed into a monster by a monster, taking on a form related of the caster. This wasn't part of her plan originally but now she would just have to go with it. But all of this just felt so wrong.

…

She dismissed her thoughts and moved onto more pressing issues; the everyday monsters she saw in the streets would undoubtedly not see anything suspicious, but others like Papyrus, Sans and Undyne would probably recognise her clothes. It wouldn't give everything up, but it would deal a whole load of suspicion. It didn't help she was only packed with her current sent with no spare to be seen. The only thing she could think of was to turn her current clothes inside out and ditch the obvious leather attire; the colours would take on a much darker tint and stand out more. Alongside with the ditched attire, said monsters shouldn't be able to draw any kind of comparisons at all.

So without prior warning, she stripped to do the aforementioned. Asriel, not being told of Frisk's plan, turned around and went red. How could she do something like that, in the library no less. What if someone entered while she was undressing? Luckily no one came and she was quick to dress up again. He really wanted to ask why, but was still feeling guilty over what he had done; he just stayed silent.

Meanwhile Frisk had noticed that her new fee-... paws have shredded through her boots. She didn't like the idea of walking in the snow with no footwear, but she didn't have any replacement boots, let alone ones that could fit her now. She still had the earring on one of her new long floppy ears which just made it more obvious that she was missing one, which just made it look even sillier.

She had long tail with a tuft of fur at the end had formed; it seemed to have punctured a hole through her trousers. It felt quite uncomfortable and seemed to act as an additional limb. She would just have to be careful not to sit on it whenever she would take a seat. But Asriel had a tuft of fur acting as a tail, why did she have a long one?

That was the least of her worries, she still needed to find the exact location of the scientist that Sans mentioned. 'In the swamp' was not the most helpful advice, maybe Papyrus could help. That is if he's somehow saved himself from the wrath of Undyne. Undyne was going to be in an extremely foul mood if she was up and about.

Just as Frisk was tightening her belt and gathering her belongings to depart, she heard someone trying to open the lock of the door with a key. However the door was already unlocked, and the person seemed to become increasingly impatient. So Frisk opened the door and none other than the librarian himself walked in... well more like barely keeping his balance. He reeked of alcohol and smoke as he held a small bottle in his hand and started to talk, but slurred his words; he was incomprehensible and Frisk feared he was going to attract attention onto themselves. This wasn't going to do and he was starting to get on her nerves anyway. She walked up to the librarian and gave him an almighty slap. He fell to the ground with a thud and nothing more came from him.

Just as Asriel was about to raise his voice, Frisk gave him deathly gaze. He retreated, not saying anything but still clearly objected to what he had just witness. He had already caused her enough trouble, he wasn't going to pile it on any more for now.

In the mean time, Frisk had found a white chalk like substance staining her brown furred hand. It was dust, like that from Undyne. She didn't kill the librarian, but she still seemed to have used excessive force even by her standards. That or the librarian was extremely fragile. At least he hadn't turned to dust as that would have been extremely inconvenient to cover up. Though now she thought about it...

She started rummaging through the librarian pockets to find anything of use. Normally she would usually opposed to stealing and looting, but desperate times calls for desperate measures. Apart from a pair of replacement glasses and a smoking pipe of all things, she had actually found a handful of gold coins. Hopefully the monster won't notice that he's missing some money from him; his intoxication alongside the slap should do the trick. She then dragged him behind the librarian's desk and making sure she had properly cleaned the dust of her stained hand. There were still a few marks, but that would just have to do.

Frisk did have one last quick peek out the window to see if many monsters were out and about. It was starting to become a tad busy, and from across the street she recognised many of the monsters as the ones who worked on reporting and writing stories from yesterday. And they seemed to have set up some sort of stall and selling what looked like newspapers with big bold letters printed on front. Had they really taken her story to heart? Frisk turned to Asriel, only to see a face that said 'I told you so'. Great, so now she would have to deal with the local press and whatever her story may have transformed into.

She sighed. She would have to be more creative and constructive in what she says from now on. She double checked the librarby to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything and opened the door. She left feeling like a completely different person, still not quite used to her new form. It was extremely uncomfortable but she would just have to deal with it, after all it was just temporary and it would be for the greater good.

Now she would just have to face whatever mess she had put herselfl in.