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It’s been a few years since the Monsters came back. You haven’t seen any really, but that’s just the result of living in a town far from actual civilization. But those days are behind you! Today is your first day moved into your new house! It’s nothing special, just an average house. The only thing of note is the location. The town itself is not far from Mt. Ebott, location of the former barrier and entrance to the Underground. This convenient location means that many of the Underground’s former residents took up residence there.
Your moving wasn’t completely your decision. You’d wanted to get out of your hometown for a while now, but had resigned to your fate of the soul-sucking life there. That is, until you got a job offer. Jumping at the chance, you took it and waved goodbye to the little nothing town. The job was something about dealing with Monster/Human relations. Nothing too big, mostly a desk job, but the hours and pay are good so all is well.
Letting out a sigh, you look around at the boxes littering your house and begin the arduous task of unpacking. You start with the bedroom, unpacking the bed, a TV, a couple of game consoles, and movies of various types. It doesn’t take long for that room, you don’t have many things really, and get to work on the kitchen. It get’s pretty loud in there, you have more pots and plates than you thought. It’s so loud that you almost don’t hear the doorbell go off. Needing a break from the unpacking, you stand and go to answer the door. By the time you get there, there’s already a face peeking in the window. It pulls away swiftly as you get close and open the door. A pair stands there, one human and one monster. The human smiles and begins to sign something. You watch their hands, a bit confused. “Sorry, I, uh-”
Your apology is cut off by the monster, “They’re saying ‘Welcome to the neighborhood.’” You take a good look at him. The closest thing you can compare him to is a goat. Tall and slender, he’s covered, or at least what you can see is covered, in white fur. It’s broken up by strange black lines, seeming to start at points on his cheeks, going down his back and under his clothes. Small bits peek out of the sleeves on his green and yellow striped t-shirt. Horns extend from the top of his head, curling to point forward. Pointed fangs poke from his mouth, sticking out even with his mouth closed. The only remaining thing of note on him is his eyes. Instead of being white, like most people, they’re black, broken up by white pupils. It’s strange, yet mesmerizing.
The human, noticing your entranced stare, waves a hand in your face, breaking your trance. They sign another thing, which the monster quickly translates, “They said their name’s Frisk. I’m Asriel.” They extend a hand - paw? -, which you shake. It’s soft, different from how you would expect. The name sounds familiar… You think about it for a moment, eyes widening when you make the connection, “Wait, Frisk? That means you are-”
“Ambassador?” Asriel confirms, “That’s correct! The one and only!” He slams his hands down on the human’s shoulders, causing them to jump a bit before laughing, signing something. “Hey, don’t be so modest! You earned this position and every bit of praise that comes with it!” They laugh more, trying to shake him off. You smile, there’s something about seeing these two friends pal around that makes you feel...welcome.
After finishing teasing Frisk, Asriel peeks into your house, whistling, “Wow, you got a lot of boxes in there. Need some, uh, help?” You look back, the amount of boxes sinking in. Alone, it would take all week, maybe some help could be useful… You agree to let them help, to which the pair smiles and follows you in.
“We should get the big stuff first,” you say, pointing to a wrapped couch, “I’d move that on my own, but it’d scratch up the floors.” They nod, each walking to an end. On your mark, they lift it up and, following your guidance, set it in a more comfortable location with a thump. The unwrapping is fairly easy, only hampered by the copious amounts of tape which were no match for some well placed scissor usage. The rest of the stuff follows in a fairly predictable way, boxes are opened, contents are placed in appropriate places, not very eventful. By the end of the day, most boxes are empty and folded up, ready to toss out. Some still remain, but they’re mostly in your room, and you can handle them.
“Anyone else hungry?” the monster asks. You realize that you hadn’t eaten all day really, something you should really remember to do. Upon that realization, you have another realization. You don’t know where anywhere to eat is. Asriel looks at you and grins, “Don’t worry, we know the perfect place!”