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Frisk suggested softly and subtly gestured to the patrons with a jerk of her head.  

Jim raised an eyebrow innocently.  Frisk sighed and tried not to roll her eyes.  She leaned in closer to Jim and inwardly winced knowing how intimate this movement might look to prying eyes.  

“Look please don’t take this the wrong way Jim, but most of these people are my friends and if they hear that I might be entering Fell City, they will not approve.  Not because they are racist or anything, but…” Frisk grimance and tried to find the right words.  “I...urgh...did you ever hear any horror stories about Fell City when you were a kid?  That’s the type of information these people have based on that CIty.”

After receiving the dumbest and most baffling stare Frisk had ever seen on another human’s face, she was relieved to see understanding flood Jim’s beautiful blue eyes and he nodded.  He chuckled nervously and shot her a guilty and more confident smile.

“Yeah, but hasn’t every human in this city heard of those stories?”  He laughed.  “I remember being on the playground during school and hearing all sorts of nightmare creating stories about the city that was crawling with huge bloodthirsty monsters.”

Frisk smirked and nodded.  The things you heard on the playground when you were a kid...

She remembered being nine and standing with her friends as they all crowded around an older kid, staring at him wide-eyed as he went into such unnecessary gory details about how some poor unfortunate human that was dumb enough to enter Fell city was violently murdered by gangs of monsters.  Those stories always had Frisk and her friends traumatized when they got back to class.  

Of course when she told her parents those same stories, they quickly corrected her, reminding Frisk that just because somebody looks different or scary doesn’t mean they want to hurt her.  Frisk remembered nodding her head, knowing they were right, but that still hadn’t stopped her from being completely terrified at the idea that a monster city was so close to her own city or deter her from continuing to hear those wild tales with her friends.  

Her friends....

Now all those friends that once accompanied her to school and played hopscotch with her and listened to her sing were all dead.  DEAD AND GONE.

Frisk felt a surge of pain hit her heart as the faces of all her friends flashed into her mind.  She focused on Jim’s handsome face instead and gave him a goofy smile.  

“Yeah, no kidding Jim.  I had a few nightmares myself as a kid after I heard those tales.  And did you notice they all started out the same way?  Some human would enter the city either because they were dared to or they desperately needed a job or they wanted to steal something valuable-”