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Papyrus walked through the store, holding Frisk's hand and grinning proudly at the Asexual flag he wore like a cape over his red scarf.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?" Papyrus inquired, and Frisk hummed to themself.
'Can we go to the Pride Festival later?' Frisk signed.
"OF COURSE WE CAN! WE HAVE TO INVITE SANS, THOUGH." Papyrus patted the younger human's head, smiling at the Intersex pride flag that Frisk brought with them.
A man from a few feet away wrinkled his nose and grumbled, "Fuckin' LGBT freaks, ruining this town..."
"EXCUSE ME?" Papyrus cut in. "UM...WE ARE LGBT. I WOULD LIKE IT IF YOU WOULDN'T—"
"Fuck off!" the man spat, holding his middle finger up to Papyrus. "Asexual freak!"
"For someone who hates the LGBTQ," Frisk spoke, narrowing their eyes, "you sure know a few terms."
"I know you're a faggot, little girl," the man sneered.
Frisk reeled, tearing up. "O-Oh."
"EXCUSE ME, HUMAN. THIS CHILD USES THEY/THEM PRONOUNS," Papyrus informed him.
"Oh, gee, thanks for telling me," the man said sarcastically.
Papyrus glared at the man. "I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL THAT WAS SARCASTIC."
"Gee, I wonder why!" The man threw his arms in the air, turning red with anger.
"OKAY, I'M STARTING TO GET MAD. YOU CAN HATE ON ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, BUT DO NOT MISGENDER FRISK."
"Fuckin' girl's a girl! I'm just being honest!"
Papyrus's hand curled into a fist. "NO, YOU'RE JUST BEING A FUCKING ASSHOLE."
The man paused, then scoffed. "Whatever. Go to hell."
As the man stormed away, Papyrus looked down at Frisk, whose eyes were wide with shock.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?" Papyrus questioned, concerned.
'I didn't know that you cursed,' Frisk smiled.
"I PREFER NOT TO, BUT, IF SOMEONE HURTS SOMEONE I LOVE AND CARE ABOUT, I WON'T STAND BY AND WATCH IT HAPPEN." Papyrus looked up. "LET'S PAY FOR THE COTTON CANDY AND GO GET SANS SO WE CAN GO TO THE FESTIVAL!"
Frisk hugged Papyrus, nodding. 'Let's go.'