Long ago, two races ruled over Earth: HUMANS and MONSTERS.
One day, war broke out between the two races.
After a long battle, the humans were victorious. Sshhh...not just yet.
16XX
Lower Monsterton
The castle loomed over the city of monsters like a guardian over its ward. What should have been a quiet night was instead alive with the hush of whispers, a prisoner guilty of treason had been sentenced during the day.
A temmie, as the rumours went, had been shown great [MERCY] by King Asgore, though it might have been a small bid to gain favour with temmie Town’s tribunal that sat next to the heart of their city. Possibly a great of small powers, or just temmie, but the tribunal had come down hard upon the guilty, despite what the King of monsters had actually wanted. For the rest of their days they would be called Bob, and their descendants would also inherit the same name, and all Tem would know of this one’s crime for centuries. It was said that the temmie trembled thrice harder after that verdict was carried out, and would not stop making fake dying sounds for the rest of the day, all the way into the evening until it dropped into a state.
With how soft hearted the King was known for being, Wing Dings had not been surprised when he was asked to monitor the catatonic temmie, in case the monster had entered into a full on [FALLEN DOWN] state. Temmie were known for dramatics, energetic…it was almost admirable, in ways. Of course, the strange trembling monster pulled through, all the skeleton had to do was sit for a polite amount of time, and following that up with checking in on them every so often.
Eventually, there came a time to leave for things of greater matter, though there had been a brief report to the concerned king…another monster had come in with the sickness. Brought in to the lower part of town, to houses quarantined for this specific purpose, as it stood a number of monsters came in and out to care for the ailing.
Passing a mixed gaggle of wandering youngsters just under the water bridge, the benefit of the safe, close knit community they had...negligible amounts of water splashing onto his jacket, and the tall skeleton stooped further under a drooping house of a ghost and rounded the corner. The area was clear enough, the few monsters that came in and around the houses, save the various physicians like himself, were often worried family members. As it so happened, there was an especially rare pair of humans that had come in, if the message was quite right.
*~*~*
"...So you mean to tell me...that the goat back at that inn...ATE. OUR. MAP?!"
Bernadette laughed hesitantly with fear as her teacher glared at her after he asked that question. The two were lost and Bernadette had the map of the monster town in her hands (the map that was supposed to lead them to where they were supposed to be helping the patients who came down with monster and magic sickness), only to find that it had been eaten. The only part of the map that was spared was the red X over the section of houses that were quarantined. Gavin and Bernadette had to sleep in the barn and, apparently, Bernadette didn't secure their backpack enough...and that goat was quite rude when Bernadette spoke to it.
"Hey, i-it's not that bad right? He left our destination alone..." She saw that the map was only big enough to show the red X and nothing more. She then added as Gavin's glare seemed to intensify, "Be-Besides! There's no harm in asking for directions is there? I mean, we have no ill intent..."
Gavin smirked a bit and said "Alright, you go and ask around for directions then," Bernadette paled a bit and she answered nervously, "O-OK," Gavin watched as Bernadette approached a couple of monsters and asked for where the quarantined areas were. Some shyed and ran away from Bernadette and Gavin, others pointed the way, to which Bernadette and Gavin politely thanked the monster before heading in that direction.
Sooner or later, the two finally arrived at the quarantined area.
Russethill Tavern and Inn
Late into the night...of course a tavern wasn't the most quiet of places, but late into this night...
"ANOTHER! Another, ha ha ha!" The metal fisted skeleton pounded a tight fist into the surface of his table, splintering the surface, a slight glow to his skull as he grinned, baring shining metal teeth as he did so. For a huge guy, light weight. It only took one mug of booze. Pounding his fist against the table once again, this time at a backhanded joke from a human patron, he howled with raw and intense laughter before recieving his second drink, chugging it down...
"How do you drink without a throat, or a belly for that alcohol?"
The skeleton that hulked over the dim tavern's table seemed to stop, blinking, and paused a moment to think about the question and who asked it. Blurrily looking at the man who stood across from the table, garbed in clothing of nobility, hair cut even, a fine weapon on their hip...something...damn, he was mad. No, Impact was furious.
Slamming his metal coated skeleton fists into the table with much more force than before, his mug clattering to the floor, "DO YOU KNOW...know, who you are talking to, human?! I am Impact! IMPACT! And who are you, you measly welp?" Speaking first, he gave the illusion that he planned to actually talk things out.
The table flew the very next instant.
Before anyone else knew, a large blue hand held Impact back after he flipped the table, and the familiar voice reprimanded firmly, "Impact! That is enough," The monsters and humans stared in awe to see that the figure, trying to prevent a bar fight before it could even start...was none other than Captain Ashford of the Royal Guard. Everyone could see that he was somewhat tired of everyone's shenaningans here...especially considering that he did have to deal with that Temmie-now named Bob-and their overdramatics.
He glared icily at the skeleton and he warned, "Come quietly," There were no other words that needed to be said. If Ashford needed to use force, then he would use force. But he wasn't going to let this skeleton stain monsters' names to humans any further with this incident. Nobody wanted any trouble, and Ashford was there to make sure there was no trouble whatsoever.
For a moment, there almost seemed like an aura of disappointment to the human noble, but with a great big smile that seemed to erase any doubt in genuine gratitude, “It was my fault, sir monster, but I thank you.” Hand on their chest, with a sweep and a bow, a wink directed in the general direction of the skeletons, they turned and found their seat again.
Another skeleton, Helvetica, sighed and shook their skull in embarrassment. She placed her fingers on her brow ridge, rubbing the ridge as though she was trying to get rid of a headache, and she stated to Impact, "Really, Brother. I told you not to drink too much! This is really quite disgraceful," She looked to Ashford and the innkeeper, and she bowed apologizing, while Ashford still had a grip on Impact, "I apologize for my brother's abhorrent behavior,"
Muttering a few more things in a lower volume, he rubbed his face with his metal covered hands, "I ONLY...only had a mug an' a half! THERE...IS something heady in human booze!"
She looked to the human with a slight sweet smile before turning back to Ashford and asked "I suppose, we are leaving now?" Ashford nodded, before he guided Impact out, with Helvetica following the both of them. After Helvetica left however, the noble would find another mug of beer falling from a ceiling beam and onto his head.
As the three walked, Helvetica informed Ashford, "That noble was trying to provoke Impact," Ashford sighed through his nose and mumbled "I know. But you both shouldn't let him get the best of you like that. You both must learn patience," Helvetica huffed slightly, not convinced that patience was the best answer.
Impact, for the most part, looked like a reprimanded child. Face still glowing in his drunkenness, avoiding his sister’s eyes, grumbling as he was led along, “I wasn’t GOING to hurt ANYBODY…just that guy, I looked in his eyes and felt so angry…!”
One day, war broke out between the two races.
After a long battle, the humans were victorious. Sshhh...not just yet.
> Continue?
16XX
Lower Monsterton
The castle loomed over the city of monsters like a guardian over its ward. What should have been a quiet night was instead alive with the hush of whispers, a prisoner guilty of treason had been sentenced during the day.
A temmie, as the rumours went, had been shown great [MERCY] by King Asgore, though it might have been a small bid to gain favour with temmie Town’s tribunal that sat next to the heart of their city. Possibly a great of small powers, or just temmie, but the tribunal had come down hard upon the guilty, despite what the King of monsters had actually wanted. For the rest of their days they would be called Bob, and their descendants would also inherit the same name, and all Tem would know of this one’s crime for centuries. It was said that the temmie trembled thrice harder after that verdict was carried out, and would not stop making fake dying sounds for the rest of the day, all the way into the evening until it dropped into a state.
With how soft hearted the King was known for being, Wing Dings had not been surprised when he was asked to monitor the catatonic temmie, in case the monster had entered into a full on [FALLEN DOWN] state. Temmie were known for dramatics, energetic…it was almost admirable, in ways. Of course, the strange trembling monster pulled through, all the skeleton had to do was sit for a polite amount of time, and following that up with checking in on them every so often.
Eventually, there came a time to leave for things of greater matter, though there had been a brief report to the concerned king…another monster had come in with the sickness. Brought in to the lower part of town, to houses quarantined for this specific purpose, as it stood a number of monsters came in and out to care for the ailing.
Passing a mixed gaggle of wandering youngsters just under the water bridge, the benefit of the safe, close knit community they had...negligible amounts of water splashing onto his jacket, and the tall skeleton stooped further under a drooping house of a ghost and rounded the corner. The area was clear enough, the few monsters that came in and around the houses, save the various physicians like himself, were often worried family members. As it so happened, there was an especially rare pair of humans that had come in, if the message was quite right.
*~*~*
"...So you mean to tell me...that the goat back at that inn...ATE. OUR. MAP?!"
Bernadette laughed hesitantly with fear as her teacher glared at her after he asked that question. The two were lost and Bernadette had the map of the monster town in her hands (the map that was supposed to lead them to where they were supposed to be helping the patients who came down with monster and magic sickness), only to find that it had been eaten. The only part of the map that was spared was the red X over the section of houses that were quarantined. Gavin and Bernadette had to sleep in the barn and, apparently, Bernadette didn't secure their backpack enough...and that goat was quite rude when Bernadette spoke to it.
"Hey, i-it's not that bad right? He left our destination alone..." She saw that the map was only big enough to show the red X and nothing more. She then added as Gavin's glare seemed to intensify, "Be-Besides! There's no harm in asking for directions is there? I mean, we have no ill intent..."
Gavin smirked a bit and said "Alright, you go and ask around for directions then," Bernadette paled a bit and she answered nervously, "O-OK," Gavin watched as Bernadette approached a couple of monsters and asked for where the quarantined areas were. Some shyed and ran away from Bernadette and Gavin, others pointed the way, to which Bernadette and Gavin politely thanked the monster before heading in that direction.
Sooner or later, the two finally arrived at the quarantined area.
Russethill Tavern and Inn
Late into the night...of course a tavern wasn't the most quiet of places, but late into this night...
"ANOTHER! Another, ha ha ha!" The metal fisted skeleton pounded a tight fist into the surface of his table, splintering the surface, a slight glow to his skull as he grinned, baring shining metal teeth as he did so. For a huge guy, light weight. It only took one mug of booze. Pounding his fist against the table once again, this time at a backhanded joke from a human patron, he howled with raw and intense laughter before recieving his second drink, chugging it down...
"How do you drink without a throat, or a belly for that alcohol?"
The skeleton that hulked over the dim tavern's table seemed to stop, blinking, and paused a moment to think about the question and who asked it. Blurrily looking at the man who stood across from the table, garbed in clothing of nobility, hair cut even, a fine weapon on their hip...something...damn, he was mad. No, Impact was furious.
Slamming his metal coated skeleton fists into the table with much more force than before, his mug clattering to the floor, "DO YOU KNOW...know, who you are talking to, human?! I am Impact! IMPACT! And who are you, you measly welp?" Speaking first, he gave the illusion that he planned to actually talk things out.
The table flew the very next instant.
Before anyone else knew, a large blue hand held Impact back after he flipped the table, and the familiar voice reprimanded firmly, "Impact! That is enough," The monsters and humans stared in awe to see that the figure, trying to prevent a bar fight before it could even start...was none other than Captain Ashford of the Royal Guard. Everyone could see that he was somewhat tired of everyone's shenaningans here...especially considering that he did have to deal with that Temmie-now named Bob-and their overdramatics.
He glared icily at the skeleton and he warned, "Come quietly," There were no other words that needed to be said. If Ashford needed to use force, then he would use force. But he wasn't going to let this skeleton stain monsters' names to humans any further with this incident. Nobody wanted any trouble, and Ashford was there to make sure there was no trouble whatsoever.
For a moment, there almost seemed like an aura of disappointment to the human noble, but with a great big smile that seemed to erase any doubt in genuine gratitude, “It was my fault, sir monster, but I thank you.” Hand on their chest, with a sweep and a bow, a wink directed in the general direction of the skeletons, they turned and found their seat again.
Another skeleton, Helvetica, sighed and shook their skull in embarrassment. She placed her fingers on her brow ridge, rubbing the ridge as though she was trying to get rid of a headache, and she stated to Impact, "Really, Brother. I told you not to drink too much! This is really quite disgraceful," She looked to Ashford and the innkeeper, and she bowed apologizing, while Ashford still had a grip on Impact, "I apologize for my brother's abhorrent behavior,"
Muttering a few more things in a lower volume, he rubbed his face with his metal covered hands, "I ONLY...only had a mug an' a half! THERE...IS something heady in human booze!"
She looked to the human with a slight sweet smile before turning back to Ashford and asked "I suppose, we are leaving now?" Ashford nodded, before he guided Impact out, with Helvetica following the both of them. After Helvetica left however, the noble would find another mug of beer falling from a ceiling beam and onto his head.
As the three walked, Helvetica informed Ashford, "That noble was trying to provoke Impact," Ashford sighed through his nose and mumbled "I know. But you both shouldn't let him get the best of you like that. You both must learn patience," Helvetica huffed slightly, not convinced that patience was the best answer.
Impact, for the most part, looked like a reprimanded child. Face still glowing in his drunkenness, avoiding his sister’s eyes, grumbling as he was led along, “I wasn’t GOING to hurt ANYBODY…just that guy, I looked in his eyes and felt so angry…!”
