Putting it here as it applies to the fic as a Pi headcanon:
Pi we all know has math related magic. what we don’t know is WHAT THE FUCK IS MATH MAGIC soooo my take is the application of mathmatical theorums. thus, mostly manipulation (though in a bind he can summon geometric shapes if need be)
So, if you need something in perfectly equal parts, Pi can magically divide it by x. need something duplicated? well, it’s a strain so good luck convincing him to do so, but it is possible to multiply an object...
just don’t have him apply the theorum for infinity on something. he may just crack with that.
Had an idea since @gloomtale’s Frisk really needs to learn to let other people protect em, but the only way I could think of that happening was for them to be put in a situation where they were forced to let someone else do the protecting, so this comic happened!
The rest of the comic is under the cut, cause it doesn’t hit as hard if you see all the images at once
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The President couldn’t believe this was happening and frankly was worried. This technically by definition was the unveiling of a conspiracy- the government had intentionally hidden this from the public. She had helped put up measures to avoid monsters being found out, rearranged schedules to make time for meetings, snuck to that mountain a few times… it was a miracle no opportunist journalist had found out.
Though, there was one article already being typed, which was worrisome… at least that journalist seemed to understand what the meaning of tact was. That article couldn’t be helped, and couldn’t be stopped; not legally, at least. So, that was the last thought put to it- right now she had to focus on today.
A glance at teh ambassador standing as tall as possible beside her didn’t help the President’s nerves. The kid was smiling, earnest for this to be happening, but at this distance, she could see how hands were shaking… and that was when there was no fidgeting with the very same locket that was used as proof for monsters existence to get to this point.
A glance around- Pi was nearby and looking stressed as well. he deserved a pay raise- he’d been in on this longer than anyone else. The curtains were still down, and sound was being fine-tuned. Double checking that her microphone was off, the President sighed, looking down at the kid beside her. Frisk was dressed up even nicer than when they’d first met- that dress was going to have people smiling, even if the announcement wouldn’t. She didn’t want to mess up their hair, so she was careful, pulling off one glove and gently putting her hand on the kid’s head.
For being a ‘professional ambassador’, Frisk had managed to become someone the President liked beyond the politics. They seemed to have insane tact with words, and aside from the respect from their meetings, discussions, and planning these past few months, they were always kind. Firm. and unwilling to compromise in means that would be detrimental to her cause, but kind.
“You shouldn’t worry so much- you’ve worked so hard for this, and finally it’s happening. We’re going to get this to work- just charm them the same way you charmed the office.” Just gentle head pat, before the President put back on her glove, and pushed her signature shades back up.
“Thank you. For everything, not just the encouragement. This literally wouldn’t have been possible if you hadn’t been willing to help.” It was easy to see how deep that steadying breath was, the kid practically rose an inch inhaling, before letting it out. Those hopeful eyes gleamed- the President swore sometimes there was yellow in the brown irises. “You’re right- we made it this far, and we’ll go farther! People can’t ignore change, and there has to be more people willing to give the new a chance.”
“Exactly! This is going to be a day to remember!”
“Thirty minutes until open house!” a stagehand called out.
“Thank you thirty!” it was an automated response from the president, having been dealing with backstage procedures for a long while now. “Maybe you should go check on The King and Queen- they’re likely nervous as well. we did have to sneak them in the building, after all.”
The President couldn’t believe this was happening and frankly was worried. This technically by definition was the unveiling of a conspiracy- the government had intentionally hidden this from the public. She had helped put up measures to avoid monsters being found out, rearranged schedules to make time for meetings, snuck to that mountain a few times... it was a miracle no opportunist journalist had found out.
Though, there was one article already being typed, which was worrisome... at least that journalist seemed to understand what the meaning of tact was. That article couldn’t be helped, and couldn’t be stopped; not legally, at least. So, that was the last thought put to it- right now she had to focus on today.
A glance at teh ambassador standing as tall as possible beside her didn’t help the President's nerves. The kid was smiling, earnest for this to be happening, but at this distance, she could see how hands were shaking... and that was when there was no fidgeting with the very same locket that was used as proof for monsters existence to get to this point.
A glance around- Pi was nearby and looking stressed as well. he deserved a pay raise- he’d been in on this longer than anyone else. The curtains were still down, and sound was being fine-tuned. Double checking that her microphone was off, the President sighed, looking down at the kid beside her. Frisk was dressed up even nicer than when they’d first met- that dress was going to have people smiling, even if the announcement wouldn’t. She didn’t want to mess up their hair, so she was careful, pulling off one glove and gently putting her hand on the kid’s head.
For being a ‘professional ambassador’, Frisk had managed to become someone the President liked beyond the politics. They seemed to have insane tact with words, and aside from the respect from their meetings, discussions, and planning these past few months, they were always kind. Firm. and unwilling to compromise in means that would be detrimental to her cause, but kind.
“You shouldn’t worry so much- you’ve worked so hard for this, and finally it’s happening. We’re going to get this to work- just charm them the same way you charmed the office.” Just gentle head pat, before the President put back on her glove, and pushed her signature shades back up.
“Thank you. For everything, not just the encouragement. This literally wouldn’t have been possible if you hadn’t been willing to help.” It was easy to see how deep that steadying breath was, the kid practically rose an inch inhaling, before letting it out. Those hopeful eyes gleamed- the President swore sometimes there was yellow in the brown irises. “You're right- we made it this far, and we’ll go farther! People can’t ignore change, and there has to be more people willing to give the new a chance.”
“Exactly! This is going to be a day to remember!”
“Thirty minutes until open house!” a stagehand called out.
“Thank you thirty!” it was an automated response from the president, having been dealing with backstage procedures for a long while now. “Maybe you should go check on The King and Queen- they’re likely nervous as well. we did have to sneak them in the building, after all.”
“Right!”
She’d make sure the kid’s stage make up was still fine when house opened, although there was a sense they’d performed before. As it was, The President had to prepare further. Yes, this was announcing Monsters to Gloomverse and the fact they’d now be living amongst everyone, but this was still a show, and she still had to deliver on a performance.
Perhaps opening with that echoed melody Frisk had used to really solidify how serious they were that first meeting wasn’t the best idea. The President wasn’t known for peaceful and slow music, but that tune, the music box had stuck with her.
Especially after seeing where the tune came from- there was something about it. she’d even played it for them more than once now.
No, changing things now was a bad idea- they’d rehearsed this. Frisk may give off the air of someone who’s been in front of a crowd prepared for entertainment before, but the Royals had been less sure. there was a strength and confidence to them upon addressing their subjects, Toriel more so, but they were awkward upon the steps provided. what they would say was up to them- but teh handshake,t eh introduction, it needed to be perfect, it needed to blend in.
The people were coming for a show. If this ruined that for people, it couldn’t impact overall reception.
At least people would see that the free entry wasn’t simply a publicity stunt... she was pulled out of her thoughts by a voice.
“Madam President, do you have just a minute? or is now a bad time?” She turned her head to the voice- right, the journalist. Godet had found things out without truly trying; she’d just been around at the right time. The President was grateful she hadn’t blabbed immediately, and even offered to help in what ways she could in her profession... but the press wasn’t exactly the type she trusted. Still, having one journalist that was at least guaranteed to be writing with more than simple speculation was good; She’d let Godet be backstage for documenting this.
“I have to go finalize just a couple of sound checks, but I should have a minute after that. Pi may be able to help you.”
“Of course... Actually, it can wait till after this is all over. You have enough to work on right now.” Godet wrote something in that notepad of hers... The President tried to not think about it.
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“Curtains in ten!”
“thank you ten!”
so far there’d been no technical issues. the mics managed to stay of Toriel and Asgore, the volumes finalized, and no one was nervous enough for the audience to notice as it was. The President triple-checked her attire and make was perfect, and double-checked nothing was out of line anywhere... again. The staff was used to this- the President always made sure all prep was perfect up till the last couple of minutes. it’s why when she pulled out her guitar early, stepping to the side some were surprised. over the crowd, since all mics were currently off, no one could hear what she strummed, and it wasn’t long.
Frisk saw the steadying breath when the fingers stopped moving, the forced return to a smile. Just as they’d been encouraged prior, frisk came over, hand landing on hers, and a smile going up to the stressed leader. “we got this!”
“...You’re really something. yeah, we got this. how about we get near our position?”
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“curtains in three!”
“thank you three!”
it was practically showtime- there was nothing to fix, to prep, or change. everyone was just readying themselves, and in position. this was it.
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“curtains in one!”
this was the only cue that didn’t get a verbal response. everyone was ready, off on the wings of the stage. the curtains opened up, and there was silence as the President walked calmly center stage from stage left, turned to face the crowd, guitar in hand.
“Hello Gloomverse! Thank you for coming tonight! Now, this isn’t going to be an ordinary performance; I actually have a reason for entry being free tonight.” as she spoke her fingers started strumming that tune, the levels low as rehearsed. “We’re going to be starting things out a bit differently tonight. I have some announcements to make... as well as some introductions.” right on cue, Frisk walked on from stage right, smiling as she stood next to the President.
“So you’re likely confused, and honestly, I was too when I first met Frisk here. Despite their age, Frisk has managed to do something unprecedented. I’m going to ask you to suspend your disbelief, just for a moment, as proof to these claims will be shown shortly.” The President stopped strumming, even going so far as to put her guitar back in her hat- just for a moment. she put a hand on Frisk’s shoulder, sparing a glance down.
the kid was standing strong, not even fidgetting. Awesome.
“Frisk here, despite their age, is an ambassador, Though not for any country you may know. They discovered and aided a brand new country that was stuck in an immense cave system, who are now going to be joining us all here above the ground. Again, please suspend your disbelief as Frisk introduces them!” there was a murmur through the crowd, and a couple of laughs.
Noone was shouting yet, so far, so good.
“Greetings Gloomverse, As she said, I’m Frisk, the ambassador for The Kingdom of Monsters. I know due to my age, and the lack of historical documentation, such a claim is difficult to believe. It was a struggle to get her to believe me as well! However, Monster is not the villainous word it’s been made out to be in works of fiction, nor are they just a work of people’s imagination.” the laughs were growing. Frisk held strong, not even looking up. “It likely happened somewhere between Year 800 and Year 1000, as we don’t have much historical documentation of that time. There was a grand war between Monsters and Humanity, and in the end, humans were victorious, and the most powerful magicians of the time managed to work together to create a magical barrier around the caverns underneath Mount Ebott, that kept the entirety of monsterkind trapped.” the crowd was starting to lose patience. “today is the beginning of another chance, a peaceful life between Monsters and Humans. that barrier was finally broken, and they’re all very excited to live amongst everyone and to have a life under the sun. these past few months the President has been working with us to try and make this transition to a new era of peace as smooth as possible.”
The President saw the nerves building up, and gave Frisk’s shoulder a gentle, unseen squeeze. “I ask for you all to try and keep an open mind and give this change a chance, for waiting backstage is the King and Queen of Monterkind, ready to greet all of you!” that was a strong finish, and a smile that could be seen backstage. Frisk was impressive, no doubt about that. They got through without a single stumble, and it was her time to take over.
“I know this all seems like a grand hoax, but it’s true. As your President, i want to introduce King Asgore,” as the name was said the large boss monster stepped on stage, in his full regalia. they’d tarnished it lightly so as to avoid the metal reflecting the lights too brightly without damaging the actual armor. Even as she’d grown somewhat accustomed to these Monsters, the Prez had to avoid glancing at him as he took his position beside’s Frisk. She couldn’t look intimidated- and she wasn’t. his height just garnered attention. the crowd fell deathly silent. “And Queen Toriel!” The queen was shorter, but still stood taller than the President’s hat. "They’re with me today to have this Public Change be proven official on both sides.”
“Howd-Hello everyone! I’m Asgore, and it’s been a long-standing hope that this day would arrive. I’ll be frank, I didn’t expect to see Monsters living amongst humanity again in my lifetime, but my hope is the past doesn’t impede the future. this is a chance for a world brand new and a world of peace; I am so glad to be a part of it with you all.”
The stutter wasn’t great, but it shouldn’t be an issue. at least he managed to avoid that extremely casual ‘howdy’ he uses regularly... there was a downfall to stage lights that the President was heavily noticing now. yes, they were needed to make her and anyone else on stage as visible as possible, but they always blinded out the crowd. she couldn’t see their faces, the reactions.
She couldn’t see the shadows on the rooftop across the street either.
“Greetings, Citizens of Gloomverse. I am Toriel, and much like Asgore... I didn’t expect to see this day either. I expected the price to pay for this day to be too steep to see in a timely fashion. I am extremely glad to be here today, with all of you, and,” this wasn’t rehearsed. Toriel turned to Madam President, a smile on her face. no, this wasn’t the moment- she can improvise. it’s fine. a bit of genuine speech shouldn’t ruin things. “I am extremely grateful to the work you’ve put in to help us in this new time. You’ve gone through many lengths to make this historical moment go over as well as possible, and I feel credit should go to whom it belongs to.” Toriel stepped behind Asgore, swapping spots with him, and then behind Frisk, to where she stood directly next to the President. “you brought us along to greet the new days ahead, but we only are here thanks to you.” As Toriel extended her hand, teh President couldn't’ refuse it. She held her smile, looking up at the monster. Toriel’s initial handshake was too small, too natural- it could maybe be seen by the front row.
The vague shadows in the back couldn’t be sure what was happening until the President exaggerated the handshake for the sake of the stage. it was almost time.
“You’re quite welcome!” Just a moment more. The President and King Asgore stepped forward, facing each other. A subtle nod- everything was in place.
Things were going well. everything was perfectly in sight.
Asgore extended his hand. “From this day forward, the Kingdom of MOnsters is joined with the country of Gloomverse in peace.”
“This makes it official then, with the crowds today being a witness.” Madam President took his hand, finding herself once again needing to exaggerate the handshake so the crowd could see.
it was the cue the viewers on the rooftops were waiting for. Just As the President opened her mouth, they acted.
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