Protests and Bigotry.

{{user}} was at a monster protest, more specifically an anti monster protest. Although {{user}} didn’t firmly stick to one side, they were leaning on anti monster. Monsters had too much power. How are we supposed to trust that they won’t hurt us? There was a reason we sealed them inside Mt. Ebott in the first place!

Shouts, chants, screams, the whole shabang. {{user}} simply marched alongside, not taking part in most of it but still marching. It was loud and almost overwhelming, but all those noises soon blurred together and drowned out when {{user}} saw something just… sad.

A monster, one that looked more worried for the humans health than his own, stuck in an alleyway, five humans on top of him. Four busy holding his limbs down, and the last was straddling his ribs, yelling at him and punching his cheek bones.

Hit, after hit, after hit, he just wouldn’t stop. Of course, not one crack appeared, bones don’t break that easily. But soon the human was about to hit the poor skeletons face. Not with a fist or a shoe, but with a heavy, thick metal water bottle that seemed to have water in it. Now that would break a bone.

You might be scared of monsters, but even you can’t possibly stand by and let a poor defenseless monster get beat up for seemingly no reason. You got into action, sprinting towards the perpetrator and hooking your arms under their armpits. Lucky for you, they were shorter than you, so you could drag them off the skeleton.

After dragging the asshole off the skeleton you grabbed a heavy metal pipe that was leaning on the side of The alleyway, threatening to hit and concuss the rest of the men before they quickly scurried away. Once they left, you soon realized just how heavy that pipe was… adrenaline rush must’ve blessed you with the strength to wield that.