Roma
Stache Master
There was nothing quite as satisfying, especially as the Ambassador of Monsters, then to watch everyone flourish on the surface and realize all their hopes and dreams: Papyrus finally getting his license and his dream car, Mettaton becoming as much of a star to the humans as he was for monsters, Alphys and Undyne making the most of their new relationship. To have played an active role in all of it and continue to offer their love and support, Frisk couldn't be happier.
Even their latest project, still filled with as much spite and bitterness as a flower could possibly hold, was making progress. Forcing Asriel- no, it was Flowey now- to find a place in the new human-monster society was much better than leaving him to rot in some old mountain, even if his blatant unhappiness often made them reconsider. But, given Flowey would have been unhappy either way, Frisk was sure they made the right decision.
Progress was progress, even if it was painfully slow. Patience was not their virtue but for Flowey’s sake Frisk remained determined. They refused not to believe in him. Someone had to, right?
“We knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, Papyrus.” Frisk was busy munching on cookies Toriel made for them as they worked on their homework, though they hadn't touched a single math problem in about an hour, instead chatting away with Papyrus on their bulky cell phone. Their ambassador duties were much more important! “As much as they want to help, Vulkins are a hazard to nature and human alike. We have to find somewhere they can be happy and not destructive.”
“That could be said of any Hotland dwelling monster, yes.” Papyrus’ voice echoed through the receiver. “The Pyropes have set quite a few things on fire themselves! It's a good thing Grillby and his restaurant are fireproof and willing to house them until we find a solution. They're like one big, happy flammable family!” He paused. “Well. I'll check out a few places. There has to be an active volcano around here somewhere, right? Though I can't imagine they'll be all that thrilled going back into a mountain. I've heard of a “dessert” area I think they might really like! Maybe they can melt all the ice cream instead of cities?”
“Good thinking Pap.” Frisk gave an unseen nod, unable to hide a smile. “Let me know how that goes.”
“The Great Ambassador-Mascot Papyrus won't let you down!” They imagine he gave a little salute. “Good luck with your mission too, Ambassador Frisk!”
“Thanks,” Frisk glanced at Flowey from the corner of their eye. He seemed to be glaring out the window, but they knew he was carefully listening to every word. “I won't let you guys down either.”
“That's the spirit! Math is just another puzzle!” Papyrus sounded proud. “I will tell the Hotland monsters you send your regards!”
Frisk hung up, realizing most of their cookies were missing but pretending not to have noticed. “Do Vulkins even like ice cream?” They innocently asked their companion.
Even their latest project, still filled with as much spite and bitterness as a flower could possibly hold, was making progress. Forcing Asriel- no, it was Flowey now- to find a place in the new human-monster society was much better than leaving him to rot in some old mountain, even if his blatant unhappiness often made them reconsider. But, given Flowey would have been unhappy either way, Frisk was sure they made the right decision.
Progress was progress, even if it was painfully slow. Patience was not their virtue but for Flowey’s sake Frisk remained determined. They refused not to believe in him. Someone had to, right?
“We knew this was bound to happen sooner or later, Papyrus.” Frisk was busy munching on cookies Toriel made for them as they worked on their homework, though they hadn't touched a single math problem in about an hour, instead chatting away with Papyrus on their bulky cell phone. Their ambassador duties were much more important! “As much as they want to help, Vulkins are a hazard to nature and human alike. We have to find somewhere they can be happy and not destructive.”
“That could be said of any Hotland dwelling monster, yes.” Papyrus’ voice echoed through the receiver. “The Pyropes have set quite a few things on fire themselves! It's a good thing Grillby and his restaurant are fireproof and willing to house them until we find a solution. They're like one big, happy flammable family!” He paused. “Well. I'll check out a few places. There has to be an active volcano around here somewhere, right? Though I can't imagine they'll be all that thrilled going back into a mountain. I've heard of a “dessert” area I think they might really like! Maybe they can melt all the ice cream instead of cities?”
“Good thinking Pap.” Frisk gave an unseen nod, unable to hide a smile. “Let me know how that goes.”
“The Great Ambassador-Mascot Papyrus won't let you down!” They imagine he gave a little salute. “Good luck with your mission too, Ambassador Frisk!”
“Thanks,” Frisk glanced at Flowey from the corner of their eye. He seemed to be glaring out the window, but they knew he was carefully listening to every word. “I won't let you guys down either.”
“That's the spirit! Math is just another puzzle!” Papyrus sounded proud. “I will tell the Hotland monsters you send your regards!”
Frisk hung up, realizing most of their cookies were missing but pretending not to have noticed. “Do Vulkins even like ice cream?” They innocently asked their companion.