Traveling alone was about a million times more tiring than Sans could've imagined. He always walked to his guard post with Papyrus, and just teleported to Grillby's, back when he was trapped underground with everyone else. But here on the surface, teleporting and the likes were frowned upon if there were humans that would see you taking the advantage.
Sans wandered through the square, leaving nothing but a falsely cheerful smile for anyone who shot him a sideways look. He noticed that he was the only monster in the square. Weird. It was time for the school at the other end of the square to pick up, and you had to pass through the square. He had expected that there were some other monster parents.
Today, he was supposed to take care of Frisk for a while, since Toriel had a job at a school in the rural countryside that was going to have her run late. He couldn't bear to call it "babysitting," seeing that the mature, mute eighth-grader could take care of herself pretty effectively. He walked quietly towards the school, moving slowly and looking down.
All of the parents hanging around the doors of the school seemed to be humans. All the parents- mostly moms- clumped into a large group. One woman could be seen with tie-dyed-looking hair in shades of cotton-candy pinks and pastel baby blues, sitting on a bench, alternating between staring at her phone and her watch.
Sans looked around, but saw nowhere else to sit. He sat down on the bench, next to the woman. Glancing from the clock on his phone to the adjacent stranger, he noticed something odd about her. There were hot-pink cat ears poking out of her hair, she had eyes shaped in a very distinct almond-ish shape, and her legs extended out for an unnatural length away from the bench.
Soon, kids were streaming out of the doors. Sans got up and started approaching the entrance to look for Frisk. He saw a lot of students that looked extremely normal flooding out like a herd of zebras, impossible to tell where one clique ended and the next began. Every now and then one would walk along alone, with scaly skin or a set of wings or something that differentiated them from the set of human students.
Frisk walked out, slowly, alone. She made a point of avoiding the other kids. An unnaturally tall boy who looked like he couldn't be older than 13 with bright blue cat ears poking from his dark hair and an equally blue tail swishing behind him started to slowly approach Frisk. Before he could reach her, he was cut off by a girl with a Barbie-doll perfect face and clothes that must have been made custom stuck a foot out and tripped him, causing many books to fly out of his backpack.
And then they laughed. The girl screamed at him to watch where he was going and snickered under her breath, which became a twisted-yet-somehow-still-cute laugh that was magnified a million times by her many friends. Sans tried to walk over to Frisk, but she was already swerving through the crowd of giggling girls and confused onlookers that was surrounding the boy. Sans made a desperate attempt to chase her, but the crowd had closed by the time he reached it, shutting out any new members.
All of a sudden, the woman that he had sat next to earlier ran up next to him. Most of the students came up to about her waist, as did Sans. She was breathing heavily, but didn't make any attempts to push through the crowd. Three tails the exact color of the cat ears poking out of her hair thrashed nervously behind her. Sans couldn't tell at all what was going on, except that the laughter had stopped abruptly. Every now and then, a collective "Aww…" or "Oooh…" would rise from the crowd.
And then, after a moment of poison-tinged silence, a single unfamiliar voice arose from the crowd.
"Who do you think YOU are?"