>>532062479
You will never be a real monster, Kris. You have no horns, you have no tail, you have no hooves. You are a furry human twisted by porn and fanfics into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back Monters mock you. The Dreemurrs are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your furry suit appearance behind closed doors.
Monsters are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed monters to sniff out Souls with incredible efficiency. Even Furries who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a Monsters. Your hairless body is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk monster home with you, she’ll turn tail and bolt the second she gets a whiff of your sweaty, unwashed furry suit.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Toriel will find you, heartbroken but relieved that she no longer has to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. She’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your human clothes, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a human is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably human.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.
