A/N Everything Undertale belongs to Toby Fox; Ginny, as well as anything unfamiliar, is of my creation.

Everyone clambered to the window to look outside. Out in front of the hospital, just a floor below where they were, a large crowd was forming. And it was made up completely of humans. Several of them were holding up large picket signs. The group realized when they looked close enough, they could see what the picket signs said: Anti-Monster Group. Humans Against Monsters. Not My Town, Not my Hospital, Not My Doctors. And though they couldn't hear individual voices, it wasn't hard to imagine what the crowd was shouting and screaming about.

"i really put my foot in my mouth, huh?" Sans remarked, only smirking a touch. "i wonder if i were to say if today was actually a good day, if they'd just disappear. what's the opposite of crummy?"

"Sans, this isn't funny," Toriel scolded. "How are we supposed to leave safely?"

"right, sorry."

Undyne suddenly shouted, "I see Asgore!"

"Asgore? What's he doing down there?" Toriel asked. She didn't sound irritated, as if she didn't want him in the same area as she was, but she did sound a little concerned.

Down on the ground, garbed in his usual royal attire, Asgore was slowly and carefully making his way to the hospital doors. But rather than going inside the building, he stood in front of the doors and faced the crowd. In one large paw was his trident; the other arm was held out as if to stop anyone from barging into the hospital.

"I dunno, but I don't like it! I'm coming, Asgore!" Undyne shouted. Summoning a large glowing blue spear in her fist, she took off down the hall. The two royal guards shoved their helmets on over their heads and charged after her.

"Undyne! Guys! Wait!" Alphys cried out, running after them, though she wasn't nearly as fast as they were. "Undyne, you a-a-and Antoine j-just got treated!"

"UNDYNE, WAIT FOR ME!" Papyrus made to go after the group, summoning a large white bone in each of his hands.

"aw, no, you don't!" Sans exclaimed, grabbing the back of his cape.

"I agree, Papyrus," Toriel added, grasping both of his arms. "Your neck is still injured. The doctor told you to not even turn your head. You could get even more injured down there!"

As Papyrus tried to protest, Sans said, "i'll head down there and see what i can do." Before anyone could argue against that, he snapped his fingers and disappeared with a blip and flash of blue and yellow.

He reappeared outside, right next to Asgore. The monster king barely flinched at his arrival. "s'up?" he greeted, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Need I ask why you're here?" Asgore asked in a whisper.

"let's just say it's been a bit of a day. what started this?"

"From what I gather, some people spotted Undyne and two of the royal guards being escorted into the hospital. They decided that was the last straw, and that they were going to do something about it. Or at least say something."

"sounds like usual business."

"Again, should I ask what happened to her and the guards?"

"i'll tell you later. right now, we should probably concentrate on this situation."

"Hey! Stop with the whispering!" one of the humans in the protesting crowd shouted.

"Why are you monsters here in the first place? You're taking up valuable resources meant for humans!"

"Yeah, humans need them more than monsters!"

"Monsters have their own healers! Go to them!"

The crowd began to chant, "This hospital is for humans! This hospital is for humans!"

"If I may have your attention, please?" Asgore asked. Though he had to raise his voice, he still sounded gentle. "Our healers aren't able to heal all injuries! We sometimes need to rely on human healers as well; you have far more advanced medicine and skills than we. But we aren't taking up any more resources than humans do, I assure you."

"not to mention there are monster healers working here too!" Sans added. "they're working with human doctors equally as hard!"

Rather than be placated, the crowd roared in a louder frenzy. They began to shout about how monsters shouldn't work with humans; that if they had less-advanced resources than humans, they weren't fit to heal humans.

"ehh, perhaps i said too much?" Sans groaned, tugging at the collar of his hoodie.

"They would have found that out, one way or another," Asgore sighed. "I should have chosen my words more carefully myself. I confess, I'm not use to speaking to such agitated crowds."

"none of us are."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang. People screamed and darted away, causing the crowd to fall apart; some cried out that someone had a gun. Sans looked around frantically for where the shot had gone. Once he saw where it went, his soul clenched with panic.

Asgore fell to one knee, clutching at the chest of his armor with one paw. His trident was laying on the ground next to him. He was trying to brace himself up with the other paw. He was groaning in pain. When he removed his paw, there was a dent in his armor; in the dent was a tiny hole.

Sans barely saw red before he was able to control himself. He darted in front of Asgore and raised his hands up, spreading his fingers apart. A wall of blue and white bones rose out of the ground in front of him. Some people tried to throw rocks at the wall, only for them to bounce off harmlessly. One person tried to punch it, and groaned in pain and clutched their fist.

To his right, he saw humans running at him. He moved one arm to swipe at them. They flew back with surprised yells. While he was distracted, someone charged at him, brandishing a weapon. He barely had time to jump back before they swiped at him. He realized, with horror, it was a knife.

But it slashed through only his hoodie, and broke something in his clothes with a shatter, barely missing his rib cage. He raised his right arm again and pushed his hand out. The human flew back onto the sidewalk. Their knife sailed through the air and fell harmlessly to the ground.

Sans fell on his backside, completely winded. When he looked down at his chest, he sighed with relief. There was thick red liquid leaking through the slash in his hoodie, and a few pieces of glass fell onto his lap and the ground. His soul was still intact.

"aw, man," he bemoaned, "i was saving that ketchup for later."