I know that Frisk is supposed to be agender, but she's a girl in my story, so DEAL WITH IT.
"Hey!" Asriel shouted, trying to sound braver than he actually was.
"Oh, look," the kid cooed, his grip on Frisk's shirt tightening. "Looks like you've got a girlfriend."
"Asriel is a boy!" Frisk protested. She tried to fling a punch at him, but she was feeble in his grasp.
"Asriel?" The kid laughed. "It has a name?" He clenched his teeth. "It's a ridiculous name. Almost as ridiculous as 'Frisk.' Monsters must have no taste at all."
"Put her down," Asriel demanded.
"Make me," the kid shot back.
Asriel's fists tightened. "What's your name?"
The kid smirked. "Max. It's casual, but it sure is a better name than yours."
Asriel narrowed his eyes. He felt fury burn within him that he hadn't felt for a long time. This kid doesn't know how much power I hold, Asriel thought. He doesn't know what I've been. He doesn't know what I can become.
"Stop!" Frisk pleaded.
Max grunted and threw her down to the ground. "Of course you don't want a fight," he sneered as Frisk stumbled up to h er feet. "You're a pacifist. That's all you'll ever be." He spun around and starting rushing down the hallway.
"I'll take that as a compliment!" Frisk called after him. She dusted herself off and picked up her binder and pencil.
"Are you alright?" Asriel asked. Frisk nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay. Geez, and to think that I was going to be the one protecting you." Frisk started to laugh.
"It's not funny, Frisk!" Asriel chided. "You were just picked on by a kid twice the size of you."
"Gee, that sounds familiar," Frisk joked. She sarcastically tapped her finger on her chin. "I think I knew a kid who tried to kill me with a magic guitar to steal my sou-"
"Don't bring that up again," Asriel grumbled.
Frisk lowered her head, remembering how sensitive Asriel was to that topic. "I'm sorry." She turned her head. "That's our math class," she said, suddenly changing the topic. "Wouldn't want to be late."
They hurried inside just before the bell rang.