Frisk's POV (3rd Person)

"Hey, Monster Lover!"

The simple sentence took a minute to register. Frisk could feel their body shaking. Their palms were greased with sweat. Their heart pounded in their chest.

"Why do you hang around them so much?" the boy holding them up stared them down with a glare of disgust.

"T-they're my family..."

"Tch, monsters aren't family! Why do you care so much about those freaks, anyway?"

Another boy snickered behind him. "'Cause she is one. She's a freak."

"He's a she?" The bigger boy turned, confused. "It's obviously a boy, idiot! Don't you have eyes?"

"Whatever. It still shouldn't be here. It should be back underground, where it belongs. And it can take those filthy monsters with it!" the one in back yelled.

Frisk fought back tears.

"P-please...you're hurting me..." they begged.

"That's the idea, dummy!" the big one spat.

"Aren't you gonna fight back!? They all fight back at some point," one yelled.

"N-no," they replied. "The monsters taught me that...that I should never fight back."

"You can't possibly think those doofuses are your-"

"HEY!"

Everyone whipped around.

A girl who looked a few years older than Frisk stood before them. She had messy blonde hair which was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a red leather jacket, the same bright red as her cherry-colored glossed lips. She had on ripped jeans that didn't look like they had been made that way. She wore black combat boots and had an angry green stare.

"What is wrong with you?!" she boomed.

"Let's bounce, boys!" the big one yelled to his cohorts. The boys all scattered in different directions, leaving Frisk sprawled on the floor. They couldn't keep back their tears anymore.

"Hey, it's okay," the girl was kneeling in front of them now, gazing at them with worried green eyes that looked an awful lot like Toriel's famous 'worried mom' look. A wave of nostalgia washed over them.

They wiped a tear. "Thank you..." they whispered.

"No need to thank me. My little brother is in their little group. I hate his guts for joining them. We've had a rivalry going since school started," she explained.

"Gosh darn it! I didn't introduce myself, did I? 'Name's Amy. And you?"

"I'm Frisk," they said. "But...be careful if you're going to be around me a lot. They'll pick on you, too."

"Whatever. I think monsters are awesome. Wish I was one," she smiled.

They let out a soft laugh. "That would make you my first human friend...well, ever."

"Really?"

They nodded.

"Well, I'm honored. Hey, if they come back, just yelp. I'll be there soon enough. I can't have you getting hurt, if we're gonna end prejudice against your family," Amy said, wiping the last of their tears. Frisk smiled, giving her a huge hug.

When they let go, she pulled a crumpled-up piece of paper from her jacket pocket.

PTA MEETING WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 4TH AT 7PM.

"Get one of them to come. Maybe even two. The more, the merrier," Amy told them. "My dad's going. He likes monsters, too. If they just ask, he'll stand up for us. Put an end to all this. In the meantime, my brother's gonna be grounded for a year when my dad hears he's been picking on you, Frisk."

They gave her a small smile.

"Be careful."