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SCHOOL FIGHTS
Sans considered himself a patient skeleton, as did many others. He was lazy, yes, but he was also easy going and a free spirit.
"Heeyyy," Napstablook said to the narrator, offended.
Sorry Blooky, not that kind of free spirit. Now. Where was I? Ah. Yes.
But when someone messes with his small human friend, bad times are in order. It was a Friday, and it was nearly three o clock.
"Sans? This is Toriel," said Toriel, holding the landline phone between her cheek and shoulder as she added eggs to her cake batter.
"Yo Tori. What's up," responded Sans nonchalantly while he combed his skull, lounging on the lumpy couch with empty ketchup bottles surrounding him.
"I need your help. Could you please go pick up Frisk from school? I'm busy at the moment baking their cake for their birthday party," asked Toriel.
"No problem. Hmm. Hey, something I've noticed while on the surface," said Sans, furrowing his brow bones.
"Oh? What's that, Sans," asked Toriel, intrigued that Sans suddenly sounds so quizzical.
"Every human I've met either goes by he or she. Frisk is the only one we've been referring to as they. So, what is Frisk? A he, or a she," asked Sans.
Toriel suddenly stopped doing what she was doing as the realization set in, and she now felt very guilty for not knowing the gender of her own child.
"Oh my. Sans, I don't know," she whispered, horrified with herself.
"Welp, nothing a question can't fix. I'll just ask the kid. Ok, gotta go Tori. See ya soon," replied Sans.
It was now three o clock. Frisk was sitting down in the school playground with their backpack next to them as they played with a stick in the dirt, smiling pleasantly. Frisk looked so ambiguous, that not even the teachers and students knew their gender. Everytime someone asked them, they shut their mouth and ignored the question until whoever asked gave up and changed the subject. This gave bullies a free pass to try and strike Frisk down both verbally as well as physically. But Frisk learned through trial and error how to dodge effectively even though sometimes, the bullies surprise them and manage to get a couple hits in until Frisk adapts and dodges.
"Why can't I make them my friends, like I did with the monsters," Frisk would wonder sometimes.
Their smile quickly turned to a frown when they felt something hit their head, causing them to drop the stick and rub their head.
"Hey dork! Put em up," taunted the bully.
Frisk sighed. It was their usual bully, Frank.
"Why must you fight me," asked Frisk, standing up, but placing their hands in their pockets.
"I won't stop fighting you unless I find out you're a girl. Until then, I'll keep trying to pummel ya," responded Frank before spitting on the ground and cracking his knuckles.
Frisk wanted people to know their gender. They were tired of the questions, tired of the assumptions. Frisk shuddered as they remembered Daisy from class trying to put Frisk's hair up in a french braid, and when she tried to apply makeup on Frisk.
"It would be a lot better and easier if we could get along," offered Frisk as they dodged Frank's right hook effortlessly.
They've been up against Frank one too many times and have memorized his fighting style.
"Besides, you can't even land a single blow on me since we've been through all this before a lot," added Frisk, ducking under Frank's left kick swing.
With each swing, Frank grunted, and got more and more frustrated.
"No! I can't be your friend! You're my enemy," growled Frank.
Frisk sighed as they swooped to the right to avoid his left fist.
"Eighth grade sure is crazy," thought Frisk.
A few minutes later, Frisk was still standing tall, a slight bruise forming on their upper arm while Frank was laying on the ground on his back, panting from wearing himself out.
"Can you just tell me the real reason you hate me so much," asked Frisk.
"Why should I," panted Frank.
"Because if you do, I'll let you punch me. I won't dodge at all," bribed Frisk.
Frank liked the sound of that. Sans had just pulled up in the school parking lot and finished off the Surge he bought at the local convenient store. But what hadn't been so convenient was the line that he had to wait in. He turned off his stereo and turned off the ignition, then taking the keys out and in his pants pocket.
"The reason I hate you so much, is because..." Frank suddenly turned beet red, and Frisk understood what that meant.
"Ah. So, does this mean you think I'm a girl, but you're in denial and try to hit me because I won't tell anyone my gender," asked Frisk.
"Something like that," muttered Frank, pouting before looking up at Frisk.
"So, can't you just tell me? I won't tell anyone else," asked Frank.
Sans was strolling down the long hallways in the school, peeking in every classroom to look for Frisk since they weren't in their homeroom, waiting. He finally saw them through a window, talking to some boy outside.
"How do I know you won't tell anyone? You do try to hit me everyday, even outside of school. You're kinda impulsive," asked Frisk.
"Hmm. What do I have to do for you to tell me," replied Frank.
"You should know the answer to that. If you don't, I'll give you a hint: violence is not the answer," replied Frisk.
Frisk and Frank didn't know it, but a punny skeleton was listening to their conversation.
"But making friends with anyone is hard, and takes too long! Look, I promise I won't tell anyone," begged Frank.
This was a new side to Frank that Frisk had never seen before. They were so used to seeing Frank scowl, not grovel.
"If he does tell, I can always load," thought Frisk.
They made a save point appear behind their back and they quickly saved.
"I'm a-"
Frisk was cut off by Sans sneezing and they looked up, wide eyed. Frank was so startled that he punched Frisk right in the face, knocking one of their teeth out. Everything in Frisk's vision got blurry as they fell backwards, and succumbed to sleep while Frank was wide eyed, blinking in surprise at his own fist.
When Frisk woke up, they were in Sans' car, and Sans was just pulling in to Toriel's driveway.
"Sans?"
The skeleton didn't turn around, but instead, his shoulders slumped. He felt guilty that Frisk got hurt.
"Yeah kid?" asked Sans softly.
"What happened to Frank," they asked.
Meanwhile...
"Mom! Dad! Get me down!" shrieked Frank as he hugged the tree he was put in.
"Don't worry, son! Help is on the way!" shouted his mother as the father was frantically chewing on his nails.
Back at the car...
"He went home," replied Sans.
"Really? You didn't lose your temper," asked Frisk.
Of course he did. He always did when it came to someone harming Frisk, the human who freed the monsters. But Frisk just woke up from being punched in the face, and he didn't want to worry them.
"Nah kid. I'm over all that nonsense," lied Sans, his voice low and grave.
Frisk wasn't sure if they quite believed him or not, so they let it go.
"How do you feel?" asked Sans, changing the subject.
"Like I got punched in the face," chuckled Frisk.
Sans gave a small, dark chuckle, though he intended for it to sound more cheery than that.
"Kiddo, you were about to tell that kid your gender, yet you never told any of your true friends. Us monsters care about you more than he does, so why would you tell him first before your own friends? Seems a little unfair if you ask me," asked Sans.
Frisk shut their mouth, and refused to speak. Sighing, Sans let it go for now and helped Frisk inside since they were a little wobbly on their feet.
"Man, because I'm so good at dodging most of the time, I forget what huge muscles can feel like," groaned Frisk.
"Really? Did Asgore ever land a hit on you?" asked Sans as he remembered the last time he judged Frisk, though in his mind, he thinks it's the only time.
Sans doesn't remember all the runs Frisk did. All he knew was that timelines stopped and started somehow, and were always changing. But he never, not that he can remember, thought Frisk was the cause of it all. Frisk couldn't tell Sans Asgore landed a hit on them since in the run that all the monsters remember, they had dodged all of Asgore's attacks flawlessly. So technically, he had never put a hand on Frisk.
"No," answered Frisk.
That shocked Sans since it was Asgore who had taught Undyne how to fight, and how Undyne had killed so many humans before Frisk. Was it really possible that Frisk is just that good at dodging? Or was Frisk really something else?
"Surprise!"
Confetti was thrown at Frisk once the door was opened and all of Frisk's friends came out of their hiding spot with Toriel holding a yellow cake with a frosting buttercup on top of the cake, the numbers 1 and 3 on top, lit. Toriel nearly dropped the cake when she saw Frisk's swollen cheek.
"Frisk! What happened to you," asked Toriel in alarm.
"Who's the punk?! I'll take care of that punk," growled Undyne as she punched her open hand.
"Undyne, you'll get us sent back to the mountain with that behavior," freaked out Asgore as he attempted to cool down the hotheaded fish woman.
"It's fine. I wasn't paying attention and I got punched by accident. The person who punched me apologized since they didn't mean it," lied Frisk.
Sans had never heard Frisk tell a lie, not that he knew of.
"But-" he started before Frisk turned to him, smiling.
"Isn't that right, Sans?" asked Frisk.
Frisk normally didn't lie, but they knew that since Sans lied, they could get away with it this one time, and Sans knew it too.
"Right," he agreed, furrowing his brow bones together in apparent disapproval.
"I got dirt all over me, so I'm gonna take a shower before attending the party. Thanks guys," said Frisk as they headed up the stairs towards the bathroom.
As soon as they heard the door shut, Toriel sat down the cake and all the monsters circled around Sans.
"Uhh, yes?" he asked, unsure of what this strange behavior meant.
"Did you ask?" asked Undyne.
"Did you find out?" asked Alphys, snorting after her question.
"Boy or girl?" demanded Toriel, yanking at her ears in suspense.
"Oh. Right," Sans said before sighing, "I did ask, but they didn't answer. Still not sure."
"We're missing a golden opportunity to find out ourselves guys. Frisk is in the shower, naked. I've been educating myself in the human anatomy. The difference between a girl and a boy is the boy has this long thing," said Alphys, holding a textbook up to show them the picture.
She licked her claws and flipped to the page that shows a girl's anatomy.
"While a girl does not," Alphys went on before adding, "So you see, all we have to do is try to see what's in Frisk's pants."
Asgore blushed fervently at the thought of trying to see his adopted human child naked while Toriel looked very serious and nodded her head. Sans wasn't sure how to feel about Frisk either having a snake or not. The human anatomy weirded him out to no end. Undyne was making a disgusted face while Napstablook jammed to the music coming from his head set. Nearby three Temmies were vibrating while chewing on Temmie flakes.
"But isn't that... wrong?" asked Asgore after the intense awkward silence.
"How would it be wrong, Asgore?" asked Toriel, genuinely confused.
"Well, that's their private area. Not for anyone else's eyes but their own," explained Asgore.
Sans found himself agreeing with Asgore. It did sound like something extremely private. Otherwise, why else would you need to look this stuff up to find out rather than just knowing it from looking at humans? If it wasn't such a private thing, why would humans wear pants at all?
"The only thing that makes me believe Frisk might be male, is the fact they don't have breasts. That's something only females have," said Alphys, closing the book and adjusting her glasses.
"Only the females can have breasts? My word," asked Toriel as all the monsters remembered a bunch of male model monsters who had breasts.
"Yeah, those guys were awesome," giggled Undyne, hugging a magazine with them on the front cover.
Asgore rolled his eyes.
"Well, I'm still the King and I say no one is to try to see what's in Frisk's pants," ordered Asgore.
"I'm the Queen and I say I'm going to find out no matter what," shot back Toriel.
"Actually, you're not the Queen anymore. You left me to hide away in the Ruins, therefore, giving up your position as Queen. No, you're simply a monster under my command," smirked Asgore.
Ever since Asgore found a human therapy group for divorced men, he had slowly yet gradually begun to stand up to Toriel whenever she tried to talk down to him.
Toriel's mouth opened to say something, but she couldn't find the words.
"If anything, you're lucky I hadn't put you in the dungeon for talking down to me all this time. I would watch what you say from now on if I were you," added Asgore, huffing breath onto his fist then rubbing it on his collarbone area.
In Alphys mind, she saw the dank meme of sunglasses falling over his eyes and her crush for him was renewed.
"Dang," she stuttered under her breath, sweating.
"Okay, so to recap," Undyne cut in, looking adorable.
"Oh yeah. That's right," thought Alphys as she remembered her and Undyne were dating.
"We can't look down Frisk's pants without their consent. So, what now?" asked Undyne.
They all thought for a moment, trying to think of a solution to their problem.
"Alphys, is there a certain age a human girl has to be before she grows breasts? Or are females just born with them? That must hurt their mothers," asked Toriel.
"Uh, no they're not born with breasts. They start growing in around the age of ten, sometimes not growing in until sixteen. Frisk just turned thirteen, so the only thing we can do is just wait until Frisk is an adult to find out," replied Alphys.
"So long without knowing their gender," whispered Toriel, tugging on her floppy ears again, leaving red marks without realizing it.
The water from the bathroom turned off, and the monsters dispersed. Frisk stepped out of the tub and looked at themselves for a moment before scowling.
"Disgusting," Frisk murmured to themselves before drying off.
After getting dressed, they shuffled all the way downstairs to join the party.