UnderTale - A First For Everything

Chapter Three - Class Is In Session!

"Good morning class, my name is Toriel, and you shall address me as such, or anything besides "queen" and "mother" - for I am not the "queen" anymore, and only one person is allowed to call me "mother"." Toriel explained smoothly, winking at Frisk who shyly smiled back at her, fiddling with her fingers a top her desk.

"Yes ma'am." the whole class chorused, some voices deeper than others, some lighter than others, and some that Frisk didn't quite understand.

"Now then, we shall begin with roll-call, I take it everyone know's what I mean?"

Some heads nodded, some grumbled, and some didn't even respond, seeming to be in their own little world. Satisfied with what she got, Toriel took out a clipboard from within her bag, and begin listing off name's left and right. Swiveling her head, to and fro, trying to pair name's up with monsters, Frisk blinked away the slight dizziness she got, and blinked again when she heard her name being called.

"Frisk?"

Realizing that Toriel had been calling her name for quite some time now, Frisk hesitantly lifted up her hand, the sleeve of her purple and blue striped shirt falling down her slim arm, as she meekly said, her voice cracking a bit underneath the pressure she felt, "H-here..."

"Pay attention now, okay dear?" Toriel reassured sweetly, offering a small smile of comfort to the now, slightly embarrassed, Frisk, who nodded vigorously before looking back down at her lap, where she fiddled with the hem of her large shirt. She could feel the other students gazes' on her - whether they were just looking at her or something else, it made Frisk feel more uncomfortable, as she shrunk down inside her shirt.

"Sans?"

"Here."

The attention was suddenly blown away from Frisk, as curious heads gazed back and a hushed whisper buzzed around the room.

"It's Sans!"

"Sans is here? I didn't notice him..."

"Neither did I."

Crack! Crack!

Swiveling her head back, catching a glimpse of the shorter skeleton brother, Frisk flashed a closed mouth smile at him, before turning around to face Toriel again - whether he caught the smile or not, was beyond her - who was quieting down the class by slapping a wooden ruler against her mahogany desk.

"Hush now class, I am not yet done."

The class didn't instantly go silent, but it quieted down enough; the sudden knowledge of Sans being in the classroom left an electrified tension over everyone's head. I guess he really is popular, mused Frisk, grabbing a notebook from her backpack and a pencil, for note taking.

Toriel, now done with roll-call, began to explain the school's new system.

"As you all now, the monster school system is not as different as the human's school system, so we have decided to go by the human's school system, disbanding our own school system now."

Their were a couple happy and disgruntled remarks, but other than that, no outward hate or violence. Frisk was pleased by this, as Toriel continued.

"We will be having breaks the same time the human's will be, and after winter break, we will start a new "semester", as they call it."

"Semester...?"

"Yes, semester. Apparently, human's half the year into two, giving the human more opportunities for their "options"."

The same voice asked, "What are "options"?"

"Options, are apparently the human's way of determining what the human will be once he, or she, or it, hits adulthood. They get to experience new things in different classes that they are taught to do - such as sewing, cooking, writing - and the like."

The class chorused together in a long, "Ooooooooh," of understanding.

Toriel nodded, smiling as the students began to get more excited and asked more questions, "What type of "options" will we be having?"

"We will be having the same options as the humans, but with added "personal" options for us monsters - such as magic learning, spell casting - and the like."

Gasps of awe and glee filled the air, as the static in the wind grew, sending delightful shivers down Frisk's back as she gazed around herself, a small smile imprinted on her face. A lot of her classmates were all grinning and making small talk with there neighbors, discussing about "options" and such. She caught some of there conversations, mostly consisting of, "I wonder what options we get to choose," or "I wonder what else human's do in there school system,".

Hearing all this silently pleased Frisk. Sure they settled things with the humans a while ago - nearly a year, now that she thought of it - but it didn't mean that every monster was warming up to the rapid changing of their society, and same went for the humans. The monsters had gotten a lot of media coverage, some in good light, some in bad, but all in all, the word of "monsters living near Mt. Ebott," spread faster than a wildfire; as a hand full of humans, far and wide, would visit sometimes - mostly to confirm that whatever the media was saying, was true.

"Besides options and the like, we will be continuing with normal classes, such as the basic four - history, science, math, and language arts - especially for the monster kids who cannot yet speak in the human tongue."

Stepping away from her desk, Toriel filled through some papers, her eyes scanning each row, counting how many students sat there, and handing out a pile of paper to the first person in line.

"Take one and pass it back." she instructed, the first kid in line taking one and passing the rest behind his, or her, shoulder.

Frisk received the pile of paper, and recognized it as a schedule. Taking one and passing the rest back behind her shoulder, she scrutinized it - checking on her next class. On the piece of paper, were five rows, each row having a day written above them. It was a Monday, so Frisk glanced down the Monday column, that consisted of six, small, boxes. The first box - or as Frisk remembered it - the first block, for about an hour, was language arts, where they learned about the "human tongue", as some monsters called it. After LA, was math, and vaguely remembering how math was before, Frisk cringed, knowing very well that she was not going to enjoy that block very much.

After math was a blank box, and after that was lunch. The box after lunch was then science, where instead of her teacher being Toriel, it said "Alphys", in fine print at the bottom right of the box. Frisk blinked her brown orbs, and smiled softly. So Alphys was working as a teacher as well.

After science was gym, and at the bottom right, it said "Undyne". Frisk was surprised, to say the least. Undyne wasn't really the "teacher" type, more of a "violent-uncontrollable-and-friendly" person but, shrugging it off, with just the faintest sense of dread, she glanced back up at Toriel, who held a schedule in her own hand as well.

"What you are receiving now, is a sheet of paper. It is your schedule for the year. Do you see the empty boxes?"

Frisk glanced down, and nodded. Yes, the empty box was right before lunch.

"That is where your option class will take place. For today though, on third block, you will be coming to my classroom to discuss your options." Toriel's eye fleeted over to the round clock hanging above the doorway.

"Now, your first class with me will be over soon, which is language arts. You will be switching with the classroom across from us."

Curious, Frisk glanced back at her sheet to check on who her math teacher was.

Asgore.

Feeling a smile tug at her lips, she glanced back up at Toriel, who was now dismissing the class, as she heard noises outside the door.

"Alright now class, time to switch to math. Please be silent as you go across the hallway." Toriel smiled and waved, "Have a pleasant day my students."

"You too miss!" some responded, as they took there bags and sauntered out of the classroom.

Some people grouped together and others were left to wander alone - Frisk was one of them, as she stashed away her schedule, and slung her bag over one shoulder. Glancing around, she waited for the rest of her classmates to exit before following suit.

The light scuffling of footwear on the tiled flooring perked Frisk's interest, the odd noise seeming quite familiar to her, as she turned around to face Sans, who was following closely behind Frisk. He was grinning - or at least looked it - and wore his usual outfit; a blue jacket, over a white turtleneck, with a pair of black pants, and slippers as his footwear.

"Hey, kid, how you bein'?"

"G-good." she stammered out in response, smiling even though, as she asked, "H-how are you?"

"Been better." the skeleton boy responded, lightly pushing Frisk across the hallway, as more people flooded the tight corridor.

"Come on kid, move, classroom's across the hall, don't wanna be late."

Nodding, Frisk slipped in between a pair and entered into the other classroom, glancing over her shoulder to find Sans right behind her. She went to find a free desk. Taking a seat along side the wall this time, Sans sitting in the desk on her right side, Frisk smiled as she spied out Spike and his group, who also noticed her and decided to take seats near her as well.

"Yo, Frisk! Are you hyped about those "options" thing?! Cause I am! I wanna be in an option were I get to be with my hero!" exclaimed Spike, taking the seat in front of Frisk.

Thinking about it now, Frisk silently wondered:'Where was Papyrus?' She glanced over at Sans, getting ready to ask him before a loud thud from the front of the classroom, caught her attention. Turning around, she smiled, recognizing Asgore, who greeted the students kindly, and began to explain to them what they would be learning throughout the year - very much like what Toriel had done.

The old king had become the head of the new community made near Mt. Ebott - although, decidedly now, instead of the king making decisions on his own, the adults all pitched in; giving there own perspectives of the matter and the like. In a whole, instead of the community being ruled over by one person - sorta like a dictatorship - the political body turned into a democratic one. And it helped greatly, as Asgore was less stressed and had more of a perspective in what to do - courtesy of Toriel and the adults, but mostly Toriel. The adults didn't mind the extra work - they got paid of course - but most were just to used to the old ways of making decisions, the pressure of making a right decision was a great burden in on itself.

Although his former wife had refused to work alongside with him at first. she was eventually drawn in as she knew a little bit more about decision making, and choosing wisely.

After the hour passed, before leaving the classroom, Frisk gave Asgore a quick hug, earning a small chuckle from the used-to-be king, as he patted her head affectionately.

"You be a good girl now, little one." he said in his deep, yet light, voice, as he glanced down at the little human.

Frisk nodded into his stomach, and quickly disentangled herself, saluting Asgore playfully, as she dashed to the other side of the hallway.

Back inside Toriel's classroom, Frisk was surprised to see the black board behind Toriel divided into seven sections. Each section had a title - one had "Home Economics", another section held "Writing", and another one had, "Magic Uses" - and the residue of white chalk, that had been erased but not entirely, made it clear that they were to choose one out of the seven sections.

Noticing that at the top, left corner of the black board, the single word "Options" soon made sense of the whole thing.

Taking her seat, and feeling a bit excited, Frisk couldn't quite sit still as she tapped her foot impatiently on the tiled flooring.

"Welcome back class," warmly greeted Toriel. She gestured behind her, and wasted no time in explaining, "Behind me - as you can see - are the options for this semester."

Anticipation was thick in the air, the atmosphere turning eerily silent, everyone clinging onto Toriel's words, as she continued with her explanation.

"For this class, you will all be coming up, one at a time, by roll-coll, to pick your options for half the year. We will do this again second semester, understood?"

Everyone nodded, and waited restlessly for their turn as the first monster kid got up to choose his, or her - Frisk couldn't tell - options.

After what felt like forever, in which Frisk had been silently impatient the whole time, Toriel called her name, beaming a small smile at her adopted child. Frisk stood up, and practically skipped to the front of the classroom, ignoring the prying eyes of her peers, as she turned her back on them and gazed at her options. There was Home Economics, Writing, Magic Uses, Ability Training, Language Studies, and the last choice - Sparing. All seemed appealing for Frisk, but limiting down her options, as she knew she couldn't use magic - she was pretty sure of that - and she had no special abilities, or no real need for language studying, she was stuck with two: Home Economics, or Sparing.

Frisk didn't very much like violence; she tried to stay away from anything related to violence, as it usually triggered a memory from her past life. Just the thought of learning how to spare - even if it seemed cool and could come in handy if she were ever in trouble - the fear crawling under her skin was stronger, and she chose Home Ec.

Toriel nodded her head approvingly, as Frisk added a small tick to the board. Turning around and handing the chalk back to Toriel, as she instructed her to write down "Home Economics" on the empty box on her schedule, she walked back down her aisle; ignoring the prickling goosebumps going up her back.

Sitting down once more, Frisk took out her schedule and she wrote down "Home Ec." and watched, patiently as Sans stood up. The sudden buzz from before came back, as hushed voices talked to one another, spying out which option Sans would pick. Surprisingly enough, the skeleton boy chose Home Economics as well - pretty quickly too, not even a second up, he was already walking back down his aisle. Their were some disappointed groans and some delighted squeals, but Frisk didn't pay heed to them, as she smiled again at Sans, who winked at her as he passed by.

Ring!

The loud ringing of bells filled the whole classroom, and shocked some students as they yelled, "What was that?!"

"That, my students, means it's time for lunch," Toriel explained, turning her back to the students, holding an eraser in her hand, as she said, "You'll be able to find the cafeteria if you go down the hallway and take a right, have a wonderful lunch kids."

"Bye miss!"

"You too miss!"

Standing up, and jogging over to where Toriel stood, with her back to the retreating class, Frisk briefly hugged her, surprising Toriel as she glanced down, getting ready to tell the person off if necessary. But instead, a smile made itself known across Toriel's face, as she picked up Frisk in her arms, and asked, "Are you enjoying school so far?"

Frisk nodded, "A-are you gonna eat lunch?"

Toriel chuckled, "I will, child, I will, in the meantime, you go with your friends and have fun, we'll see each other again after school."

Nodding, she squirmed out of Toriel's grasp and hugged her once more, before dashing outside, waving behind her, as she followed the crowd and Sans vibrant blue jacket.


A/N: I just realized how long this chapter really is... Ah, oh well, least I made some progress... Some... I don't know, it feels like I didn't much progress, but I'm happy with the results. Well, I hope you guys don't mind the endearingly long chapter - and, in all truthfulness, I actually don't know why school's have semesters and all that... I just made that reason up... Anyway... Hope you all had a wonderful day!

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