Undertale has taken control of my life. Im dead serious.
So, with that said...lemme present to you my first ever Undertale story. (Yes, it might be a bit weird, but hey, its a game about a human bonding with monsters. So, if you're allergic to imagination, I suggest you turn around.)
NOTE: Frisk is female and around the age of 16-17 in this story.
-Frisk POV-
I just wanted to sleep for five more minutes...Hell, maybe even ten if I had the time. But, sleeping would have to wait, I guess.
Because today is the first ever day of going to the Ebott High School.
And lemme tell you, I'm feeling happy and sad being a new kid there.
"Better get up and get moving...I've heard some weird things about the school, so it'd be best to be prepared to the fullest of my ability." I mumbled to myself.
And with that being said, I took no second thought at getting out of the bed and getting ready. And I can already tell that today is gonna be a rough ride.
I let out a simple yawn as I exited the bedroom door, awoken to the welcoming smell of a signature cinnamon-butterscotch pie. And the pie was made from Toriel, my...mom, I think…? All I know is that she adopted me as a little kid, and I've stayed here since then. At least she gave me the privilege to call her by 'Toriel' and not 'Mom', because that'd be kinda weird. Wanna know why?
Because she's a GOAT.
"Good morning, Toriel!" I said happily as I walked into the front room.
"Good morning to you too, my child!" She greeted warmly. "Take as many pieces of pie if you want today. You're gonna need it to keep your energy." Toriel said as she had already packed me a piece or two in a Ziploc bag.
"Thanks, Tori." I said, feeling pretty hyped about the day ahead of me...but also intrigued. "See you at 3:30!" I said as I put on a light magenta/blue sweatshirt, took the pieces of pie and walked out the door.
"See you then!" I heard her cheer towards me.
And the day begins.
-Sans POV-
Once again...the amazing feeling of a good-nights rest was sourly interrupted by the scent of burned spaghetti.
"Pap...I love him to death, but he's just gotta find a new hobby..." I muttered as I took my legs and jumped off the bed. Why did I say jumped? Well...because, in a word…
I'm short.
But thats not gonna stop me.
So, as I put on the tank top, shorts, and blue hoodie(which I fucking love), I grabbed my bag as thrusted it over my shoulder, and exited my room. "Wonder what Papyrus is up to...better go check on him...Just to prevent an accident like last time..."
-Flashback-
It showed him and Papyrus standing outside a house that was much different looking and smaller house, which was engulfed in flames.
"How...in the name of God...do you burn a house...COOKING SPAGHETTI?!"
Papyrus just shrugged, seeming unshaken by the fact that he had just burned their house down.
-end of flashback-
I had appeared downstairs to check on Papyrus, expecting disaster, but was actually impressed that he didn't see the kitchen exploded with spaghetti yet.
"Heh...he actually didn't do it." I mumbled proudly to myself. "Yo, Pap! Put a lid on the pot, and get ready. Otherwise we're gonna be late! ...Again..." I said as I threw Papyrus's bag towards him.
"OKAY BROTHER. LET ME JUST FIND THE POT LID. IT WAS JUST HERE..." Papyrus said as he looked around for the lid.
Me being me, I just chuckled. "Forget it, bro. Let it cool. It should be warm enough by the time we get back."
"OK, BROTHER." He said to me as he took as bag and had appeared next to me.
"Ready?" I asked him.
"READY." he replied.
And with that being said, we walked out the door, and off to school.
And another average school day begins.
-Frisk POV-
Walking outside the Underground again...it felt strange. But it was also fun, seeing all the friendly faces, both familiar and new.
But...when I got to the school ten minutes later, which is above-average to say the least, almost half the guys there would non-stop try to talk to me, flirt with me, hit on me, or...*ahem* "go somewhere special"...
I felt a blush just thinking about the pick up lines...ugh.
Anyways, it seemed that the first class was Mr. Gaster…I heard about this guy...had two kids and was sometimes nice, sometimes mean. Won one 'Teacher of the Year' award. Sounds like a pretty neato completeo dude.
"Welp...better see if he's as good or bad as they say..." I mumbled to myself as I walked to the class D103.
I walked in, and was greeted by a colorful classroom and a thrity-something year old man grading papers at his desk. He seemed okay…
Then he raised his head and looked at me, which for some odd reason made me tremble with fear for a few seconds. When he got up and started walking towards me, my feelings went tense. Like, white-knuckle tense.
He stopped in front of me, and opened his mouth to speak. And I was expecting a dark mean voice that only the hounds of Satan could enjoy…
But he didn't sound like that. Not at all.
He actually sounded very kindhearted and friendly. I assumed this was his nice side.
"Hello." He said to me. "You must be Frisk Dreemur, correct?"
"Thats me."
"Great." He assured me in his friendly tone. It almost sounded fake.
Almost.
"Your desk is in Row 3, Column 3. Excuse me while I get a Code of Conduct mini-sheet for you." He told me as he walked off to his desk, checking through the drawers.
I suppose the only thing I could do is sit down in my desk, which led me to the middle of the 3rd row, in the middle of the classroom. Yay.
Being the only human here, It'll be so fun when I get up from my desk, and the perverted boys will take the opportunity to stare at my ass. And not to mention this sweatshirt is getting a little tight...
Just fan-fucking-tastic.
And just when I thought I was just being paranoid...the other classmates walked in.
And all the boys had their eyes on me…
We all took our seats, class seemed to begin…
But two seats were empty.
-Sans POV-
Ok, let me get one thing clear. I DID NOT expect it to rain today.
Since Dad had to be at work a bit earlier than normal today, me and Pap didn't have a ride. But I guess we could've gotten one if…
"YOU JUST HAD TO DENY THE RIDE THAT DAD GAVE US, DIDN'T YOU, SANS?" Papyrus asked me angrily.
Yeah...this is one of the many, many, many, many, MANY mistakes I've made.
But there was still hope, because through the thick rain and the blurry vision, due to the various droplets trickling on my head, I could see an outline of the school through this godforsaken storm.
We ran...and ran...and ran...and ran...and found disappointment.
"IT'S JUST A SCULPTURE OF THE SCHOOL MADE OUT OF ROCK." Papyrus inspected. "WOWIE." Is all he would say, as my brother had a knack for admiring cool yet disappointing things.
I had to resist the urge to lunge at the sculpture, because colliding head first with a sculpture would accomplish nothing.
Being tired of the walking, and still upset about the letdown of finding the school, I simply teleported me and Pap there, appearing at the front of the school, sopping wet with water and mud.
"WHERE'S...DADS CLASS...AGAIN?" He asked in a quiet tone as he looked down at me, awaiting a response.
"It's...Room D103..." I said the best I can, taking every flash of hot air that I could. I mean, I gotta dry off somehow, right?
After 2 or 3 minutes of walking, me and Papyrus had entered Mr. Gasters room, awaiting the same face and same lecture every day.
And we expected correctly.
"Sans...how many times have I told you to leave the house earlier? Class started 20 minutes ago Sans!" Mr. Gaster told me.
I could feel my cheekbones flash about fifty different shades of blue as I heard various whispers and giggles scatter around the classroom. "I know, Dad..."
Dun, Dun, DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN, the old fashioned 'The teacher is actually my dad!' cliché. Only one classmate seems surprised that I called him Dad, and it was this long brown haired girl with a striped sweatshirt and jeans. And she was looking at me like she just saw a skeleton.
Oh...right…but looking to ask her name will have to wait, as I'm currently in an ENTHRALLING lecture by the one that provides me an education, and life lessons at the same time.
I mean, I understand parenting and all. They look out for us, and I respect that, but sometimes i'd wish that they'd stick a fucking cork in it and move on with the day. Stricter parents make sneakier kids.
All he did was sigh. "No, apparently you don't know, Sans. If you knew, you wouldn't be doing this o a DAILY basis." He buried his head in his hand, and let out another disappointed sigh. "Why can't you be more like your brother?" He said as he pointed towards Papyrus.
Being tired of the lecture, I, for one, took the small chance of freedom that I was provided with and snuck a peek at my little bro through the corner of my eye socket. Wanna know what activity that he was doing? Okay, here you go.
He was yelling at a butterfly through a window, as Papyrus was yelling and claiming that the butterfly looked at him the wrong way.
"Cause that's what I wanna be like..." I muttered under my breath.
"Ok, from now on, whether you want to or not, both you and Pap are gonna be getting rides from me to school that way you can both get here on time." Dad said to me, which made my jaw drop.
"You can't make me do that!" I yelled, kinda having a voice crack that earned a few laughs. But frankly, I don't care.
"Ohh, but you see, I can. And I will. You wanna know why?" He asked me with a smug smirk.
I assume I was to play along, otherwise I'd get a detention or end up doing the dishes when school ends today. So, with a little sigh, I asked him "Why can you make me do this?" I asked, trying to fit in as much sarcasm as possible.
"Because I'm your dad." He said. "Remember, I helped bring you into this world, and I can take you out just as fast." He informed me.
Y'know, I would just let him know that he's used that ever since I was nine, but he's always told me that I caused my Mom 13 hours. Never let your son know how much time he took.
"So, you'd take 13 hours to take me out?" I asked, a grin growing ever so big on my face. "I don't know about you, but that's a pretty long time, Dad."
I could hear 'ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhs' and 'You just got TOLD!' being directed towards my father, and for once, I felt good about myself. Maybe class clown is what I am.
And then I got a detention slip superglued to my forehead by yours truly.
Then, with a smirk, he bent down and told me: "It's gonna take a long time for you to get that slip off your face, Sans. If I were you, I'd sit down." Dad told me as he pointed to the direction of my seat.
I mumbled a few inaudible things. Even I couldn't make them out myself, and I was the one saying em'.
I took a seat next to a furious Papyrus, who was still upset over the butterfly thing.
"SANS, I'M TELLING YOU, THAT CREATURE LOOKED AT I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, THE WRONG WAY! HE NEEDS TO BE TAUGHT SOME MANNERS." Papyrus said, yelling and looking at the window while also looking at me at the same time.
It was weird what a butterfly could do to a...um...Papyrus.
And the one girl I mentioned earlier won't stop staring at me and Pap, like we're walking, talking monsters.
Oh...right…again…
Sigh.
But, with the day officially in session, and Dad teaching the useless science behind physical and chemical changes, I guess you could say I'm like this poor detention slip that's glued onto my bony forehead.
Stuck.