Titel: The Lone Politician
Fandom: Undertale [EverdayTale AU]
Word count: 378
Finished: 18th December 2017
Welp I spontaneously changed the order of updates because I actually really like how the drabble turned out. It was a nice change of pace compared to all the dialogue-driven work I’ve written so far (also a nice change of pace because so much Chara
I just really love her okay ww)
The human world had lost its magic, but Asgore was convinced some kind of sorcery was at work here. No matter how much he worked and tired himself out, the pile of documents on his desk didn’t decrease. In fact, the papers were actually multiplying as we speak. It had to be witchcraft.
The royal guards were suspended when the barrier broke. At the time Asgore felt no need for them since monsters and humans weren’t at war anymore. However, he soon learned that the surface wasn’t exactly peaceful either.
Humankind wasn’t as united as it had been in the past. The surface had been divided into countless countries and kingdoms and each of them got its own leader. Some countries were at war with each other. while others descended into civil war left and right. The surface sure was a mess in itself.
Besides, humankind was suspicious of them, as they had completely forgotten the existence of monsters in the first place. Soon an organization similar to the royal guards was formed and acted as the King’s bodyguard most of the time but would keep an eye on monsters’ activity and their well-being as well. Many old friends and faces were recruited and Undyne became their leader once again.
At one point Asgore had been too naive and gullible. Society wasn’t as happy-go-lucky as a certain monster’s king. Of course the humans didn’t accept a 10 year old as ambassador, no matter how determined the young child was. Frisk was heartbroken, but giving up was not an option for her. She would study hard to grow in a worthy ambassador.
Asgore regretted the question he asked Frisk right after the fall of the barrier. He had seen enough in the short time on the surface and wished for the child to not get involved in politics any further than necessary.
“Your Majesty? Your appointment for 2.00 pm is ready.”
Asgore signed. He had to meet yet another human leader. The endless small talk and the empty promises were one thing, but he just couldn’t deal with the cold stares of the attendees (especially their bodyguards) anymore.
Maybe he should ask Tori for help after all.