Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds.

This includes myself, though I'm sort of an in-between.

I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball.

That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around.

To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion.

Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple.

The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy.

Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't.

Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority, and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of.

Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and whose grades are earned with doom hanging over your head.

The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a toothpick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher.

The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old-fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feels need to be taken down a notch. Such things take their toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps on his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades.

The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bullying of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students.

The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be crueler in the humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is an easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.

The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone.

Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl.

I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim.

I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the company of guys. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes.

Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance.

Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet.

Papy is easily the most lovable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a lovable soul.

Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough.

All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them.

Today is a typical day. Professor Fell has been lecturing us on the true meaning of the works of William Shakespeare for the last hour or so. Honestly, I find his take on things to be very insightful, sometimes. Other times it seems he lets his own views on the matter bleed into his teachings, which is quite compromising.

"AND AS YOU CAN CLEARLY SEE, WHILE ENTERTAINING, SHAKESPEARE LACKED REALISTIC VIEWS. FOR EXAMPLE...ROMEO & JULIET. TWO YOUNG STAR-CROSSED LOVERS WHOSE DEATHS ULTIMATELY RECONCILE THEIR FEUDING FAMILIES. IT WAS AMONG SHAKESPEARE'S MOST POPULAR PLAYS DURING HIS LIFETIME AND ALONG WITH HAMLET, IS ONE OF HIS MOST FREQUENTLY PERFORMED PLAYS. TODAY, THE TITLE CHARACTERS ARE REGARDED AS ARCHETYPAL YOUNG LOVERS. BUT IS THAT REALLY THE CASE? THE TWO MEET AND HE FALLS HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER. HE PROCEEDS TO ATTEMPT WOOING HER AND SOMEHOW SUCCEEDS. THEY REQUEST MARRIAGE AND ARE DENIED. SO WHAT DO THEY DO? THEY DISOBEY. AND WHAT DOES THAT GET THEM? LOVE? A HAPPY ENDING? NO! THEY DIE. NOT ONLY IS IT BEYOND FOOLISH, BUT IT IS UTTERLY POINTLESS."

"but that isn't the point."

All eyes go to Edgy.

"OH? DO ENLIGHTEN US."

"while romeo and juliet is sometimes considered to have no unifying theme, save that of young love. romeo and juliet have become emblematic of young lovers and doomed love. since it is such an obvious subject of the play, several scholars have explored the language and historical context behind the romance of the play. on their first meeting, romeo and juliet use a form of communication recommended by many etiquette authors in shakespeare's day: metaphor. by using metaphors of saints and sins, romeo was able to test juliet's feelings for him in a non-threatening way. this method was recommended by baldassare castiglione, whose works had been translated into english by this time. he pointed out that if a man used a metaphor as an invitation, the woman could pretend she did not understand him, and he could retreat without losing honor."

Time to throw my metaphorical hat into this ring.

"Not to mention Juliet, however, participates in the metaphor and expands on it. The religious metaphors of 'shrine', 'pilgrim', and 'saint' were fashionable in the poetry of the time and more likely to be understood as romantic rather than blasphemous, as the concept of sainthood was associated with the Catholicism of an earlier age. Later in the play, Shakespeare removes the more daring allusions to Christ's resurrection in the tomb he found in his source work: Brooke's Romeus and Juliet."

"GO ON."

"In the later balcony scene, Shakespeare has Romeo overhear Juliet's soliloquy, but in Brooke's version of the story, her declaration is done alone. By bringing Romeo into the scene to eavesdrop, Shakespeare breaks from the normal sequence of courtship. Usually, a woman was required to be modest and shy to make sure that her suitor was sincere, but breaking this rule serves to speed along the plot. The lovers are able to skip courting and move on to plain talk about their relationship...agreeing to be married after knowing each other for only one night. In the final suicide scene, there is a contradiction in the message...in the Catholic religion, suicides were often thought to be condemned to hell, whereas people who die to be with their loves under the 'Religion of Love' are joined with their love in paradise. Romeo and Juliet's love seems to be expressing the 'Religion of Love' view rather than the Catholic view. Another point is that although their love is passionate, it is only consummated in marriage, which keeps them from losing the audience's sympathy."

"true. the play arguably equates love and sex with death. throughout the story, both romeo and juliet, along with the other characters, fantasizes about it as a dark being, often equating it with a lover. capulet, for example, when he first discovers juliet's faked death, describes it as having deflowered his daughter. juliet later erotically compares romeo and death. right before her suicide, she grabs romeo's dagger, saying "o happy dagger! this is thy sheath. there rust, and let me die."."

"WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING WITH THIS?"

"To be blunt sir...It's not the story of a young couple rebelling against their parents. It's the story of Juliet falling victim to Romeo. It's a tragedy because of what happens to Juliet, not because their relationship doesn't work out. We're supposed to hate Romeo. This idea was proposed by comedian Jay Black, a former English teacher who was explaining his theory to a student at Edinboro University after a show."

"romeo & juliet was written around 1595 though there's some debate and first performed soon after. i mention the date here because it's important to why we're supposed to hate romeo. there was rampant famine in england in the 1590s among the poor. most of the audience showing up to a performance of romeo & juliet was probably hungry. they pay what little money they have to see a play to forget their misery for a few hours. then out saunters romeo, a little rich boy, whining about love. besides love, what's one of the first lines out of his mouth? he asks benvolio: "where shall we dine?" imagine a theater full of starving people hearing that delivered by some beautiful rich kid. he has so many options for where he's going to get his next meal that he can't even decide. they'd have thrown tomatoes if they weren't so hungry."

"It's semiotics. The same way a filmmaker now might show a villain being mean to an animal to signal to the audience that this is the bad guy, Shakespeare included this line to incite the feeling in the audience that they should hate this guy. Besides talking about food when we first meet him, Romeo is whining about love, but really he's just mad that Rosaline won't sleep with him. When he meets Juliet, he doesn't fall instantly in love, he sees someone he thinks he can have sex with. He uses the fact that Juliet has fallen for him to manipulate her. Romeo is a dick."

"black tells this theory as one he came to on his own in studying the play, but admits it's probably not a particularly unique take on the idea. in researching this, one can find no shortage of theories and alternate interpretations of the text. beyond black's thoughts on romeo, one can develop some of their own about paris to further support the idea that romeo is a villain."

"Paris tends to be seen as the guy that Juliet is having forced upon her by her parents, but his conversation with Lord Capulet makes it clear that Capulet doesn't want them to be married for at least two years, and that although he likes Paris, the young man still needs to win Juliet over. Capulet tells Paris in Act I Scene II: "But woo her, gentle Paris, get her heart, My will to her consent is but a part; An she agree, within her scope of choice Lies my consent and fair according voice.". Paris isn't being forced on anybody. He loves Juliet. She is Paris' dying thought at the end of the play after Romeo kills him: "O, I am slain! If thou be merciful, Open the tomb, lay me with Juliet."."

"another theory on the subject is about juliet's virginity. it proposes that juliet's reluctance to marry paris isn't because she's so in love with romeo, it's that she can't marry him because he'll know she's no longer a virgin. there isn't much in the text to support this directly, but most of juliet's reluctance is about the idea of marriage, and not about paris specifically. whether juliet realizes the consequence of letting romeo up on that balcony or not, it's still true."

"So Romeo, in an attempt to get laid, ruins Juliet's prospects of marrying Paris, kills her cousin, gets banished, and drives a 13-year-old girl to suicide. Romeo's the asshole here. Juliet kills herself because of her love, Romeo, who's been manipulating her this whole time, is dead. Romeo offs himself because he's screwed and got no other choice that he wants to take. He's already been banished, killed Tybalt, and now Paris. What do you think happens next if he walks out of that tomb? The dude is royally fucked. When he finds Juliet "dead", that's the last straw. His whole world's been thrown into upheaval over this girl, and now she's dead. Romeo, already a desperate man in a desperate situation, doesn't see any other option than death. Such a bitch move."

"exactly! so why then, do we see it as a story about two crazy kids in love? probably because that's what people want to see. we'd rather see two kids kill themselves because they're so in love and the world just doesn't understand then watch a play where a sex-crazed maniac drives a 13-year-old girl to kill herself."

Fell is shocked but impressed.

"VERY GOOD. YOU TWO ACTUALLY THOUGHT ABOUT THIS RATHER THAN FOLLOW THE SOURCE MATERIAL BLINDLY OR GO WITH THE VIEW OF THE MASSES. THAT WILL MAKE THIS NEXT PART ALL THE MORE INTERESTING."

We are confused.

"I WANT THE TWO OF YOU TO COME DOWN HERE AND DO A LITTLE ROLE-PLAY."

"what?"

"SANS, YOU'LL BE ROMEO. AND LYNSIE, YOU'RE JULIET."

This has me nervous.

"Um...With all due respect sir...I don't feel that to be necessary."

He and the rest of the class are taken back by this. Normally I follow a teacher's instructions without question. So me trying to get out of obeying is like a lightning strike on a cloudless day, very odd.

"VERY CUTE, YOU THINK I'M GIVING YOU A CHOICE. *chuckles* GET DOWN HERE."

"B-but sir..."

"NOW!"

Fuck, shit, damn it, crap! I have performance anxiety. I turn into to a mess when in front of others. But damn it all to hell, Fell's not giving me a choice. Well...I could run away, but that'll only mess my grades up. So I reluctantly follow Edgy down to stand with Fell and already I can feel the butterflies in my gut going crazy.

"NOW THEN. THE TWO OF YOU ARE GOING TO PLAY OUT A SCENE FROM THE PLAY. SCENE II, CAPULET'S ORCHARD. THE VERY WELL KNOWN BALCONY SCENE. I'M SURE YOU BOTH KNOW THE LINES."

"yes, professor."

"Yes, sir."

I feel ill. I can't get my eyes off the floor and I'm fiddling with my hands nervously. A stark contrast to my normal demeanor. And it is very noticeable.

"ALRIGHT. ENTER ROMEO. HE JESTS AT SCARS THAT NEVER FELT A WOUND. JULIET APPEARS ABOVE AT A WINDOW. AND...BEGIN."

He claps his hands and a chill shoots up my spine as Edgy clears his throat.

"*ahem* but, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? it is the east, and juliet is the sun. arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she: be not her maid, since she is envious; her vestal livery is but sick and green and none but fools do wear it; cast it off. it is my lady, o, it is my love! o, that she knew she were! she speaks yet she says nothing: what of that? her eye discourses; i will answer it. i am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks: two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. what if her eyes were there, they in her head? the brightness of her cheek would shame those stars, as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night. see, how she leans her cheek upon her hand! o, that i were a glove upon that hand, that i might touch that cheek!"

Shit! My turn.

"Ay me!"

That came out a bit louder than I wanted and people are noticing.

"she speaks: o, speak again, bright angel! for thou art as glorious to this night, being o'er my head as is a winged messenger of heaven unto the white-upturned wondering eyes of mortals that fall back to gaze on him when he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds and sails upon the bosom of the air."

"O Romeo, Romeo! W-wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy f-father and refuse thy name; O-or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn m-my love, And I'll no longer be a C-capulet."

Oh dear god, no, a stutter?! The looks I'm getting. I want to go curl into a corner and die.

"uh...shall i hear more, or shall i speak at this?"

That is both a line and a real question, but Fell lets it continue.

"'T-tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art t-thyself, though not a Montague. What's M-Montague? I-it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other p-part Belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? T-that which we call a rose By any other name w-would smell as sweet; So Romeo would were he not Romeo call'd, R-retain that dear perfection which he owes W-without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for t-that name which is no part of t-thee Take all myself."

"i take thee at thy word: call me but love, and i'll be new baptized; henceforth i never will be romeo."

"W-what man art thou that thus b-bescreen'd in night So s-stumblest on my counsel?"

"That's not the only thing stumbling!"

Laughter waves through the rows of students and I can feel the tears threaten to pour.

"SILENCE!"

Fell's booming voice is like thunder.

"CLASS IS DISMISSED."

No one seems to mind this.

"I WANT A FIVE PAGED REPORT ON ROMEO & JULIET BY MONDAY, OR YOU CAN KISS YOUR GRADE POINT AVERAGE THIS SEMESTER GOODBYE."

To that, the people groan.

"LYNSIE."

Well, I'm dead now.

"Yes, sir?"

"STAY. I WANT TO TALK TO YOU."

I reluctantly remain behind, only Edgy giving me any show of support by mouthing the words 'good luck and be safe' as everyone leaves the room and Fell shuts the door, locking it too.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY I WANTED YOU TO STAY?"

I hang my head low.

"Because I disgraced the work of Shakespeare with such a shitty reciting."

"NOT QUITE..."

He approaches me, his demeanor never faltering.

"YOU'VE BEEN TAKING MY CLASS FOR TWO YEARS NOW. AND NOT ONCE HAVE I EVER SEEN YOU FALTER. WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS...WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU AND WHY?"

I rub my arm sheepishly.

"I...I can't function in front of multiple people."

He cocks his head in puzzlement.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT? YOU'VE NEVER HAD AN ISSUE BEFORE."

"That's because I'm not in a spotlight like that was. If I know others are watching me, expecting of me...I get so messed up."

"BUT YOU HAVE NO PROBLEM DOING SO WITH SANS. HELL, IT'S KIND OF, DARE I SAY...CUTE...WHEN YOU TWO GO OVER STORIES TOGETHER. IF ANYTHING WOULDN'T HIM BEING HERE HELP YOU?"

"*sigh* Honestly, him there was the only reason I was able to speak or recall my lines. Otherwise, I would've run out of the room. But still...It took ages to become comfortable to do that with Edgy. Don't get me wrong, he was sweet in helping me through my shyness. But he is only one person, and this was a whole classroom. I can't deal with so many at once, I just can't."

"HMMM...SO THAT'S THE PROBLEM."

He looks off in thought for a moment before grabbing my chin so that I'm looking at him and not the floor.

"LISTEN WELL...I'M GOING TO HELP YOU. BUT YOU NEED TO OBEY EVERY SINGLE WORD I TELL YOU. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

I gulp a nervous lump in my throat and nod.

"SPEAK CONFIRMATION. I WANT TO HEAR YOU CONSENT."

That has me look at him funny. I know sometimes Fell can word things in an awkward form, but that made me feel all types of weird.

"O-okay."

"GOOD. OH! AND THIS NEVER LEAVES THIS ROOM OR YOU'RE SUSPENDED FROM CLASS FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR."

Holy shit, this must be serious.

"Yes, sir. These lips are sealed. *zips mouth*"

"HEH...FUNNY. NOW...I WANT YOU TO GO TO WHERE YOU WERE STANDING WITH SANS EARLIER."

"Alright."

I do as told.

"NOW FACE THE ROWS AND IMAGIN EVERYONE HAS RETURNED AS YOU'RE ABOUT TO READ YOUR REPORT."

I don't have to try all that much, my imagination works wonders, and even though I know it's all in my head, the signs of a panic attack start kicking in. A sense of terror chills me. My heart begins racing. A numbness in the hands and fingers. My chest pains as breathing becomes difficult. My body feels weak and my head spins. Feeling a loss of control over myself and I sway ready to topple over. Luckily Fell gets to me before I can fall and holds me to his chest.

"EASY NOW...IT'S OKAY. IT'S JUST US HERE. SLOW YOUR BREATHING AND RELAX."

To further help soothe me, he rubs my back and rests his head on my own, which in my current state has me being lulled into his care.

"THERE...FEELING ANY BETTER?"

I nod and give him a hug in thanks, which messes with him and he shoves me away. Both of us blushing.

"S-sorry."

"IT'S FINE."

He straightens himself up.

"NOW, TRY DOING THIS AGAIN. BUT THIS TIME, I WANT YOU TO FACE MY DESK."

"But sir..."

"IT'S FINE. I BELIEVE IN YOU."

"Okay..."

I shiver and face his desk. I can still feel eyes on me even though I know it's just us. I open my mouth to speak, but I can't make any words come out. Fell notices and rolls his eyes. This was more of a challenge than he first thought.

"*sigh* BY A NAME I KNOW NOT HOW TO TELL THEE WHO I AM: MY NAME, DEAR SAINT, IS HATEFUL TO MYSELF BECAUSE IT IS AN ENEMY TO THEE; HAD I IT WRITTEN, I WOULD TEAR THE WORD."

He's...Is he leading me into my next line?

"M-my ears have not yet drunk a hundred words O-of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound: Art thou not Romeo and a Montague?"

He slams his hand on the desk and makes me jump.

"NEITHER, FAIR SAINT, IF EITHER THEE DISLIKE."

"H-how camest thou..."

He slams his hand again and I claw the desk to keep from panicking.

"How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? The orchard walls are high and hard to climb, And the place death, considering who thou art If any of my kinsmen find thee here."

My heart is pounding, my nerves on alert, and yet he smirks. He found a way to keep me focused on my performance, by distracting me.

"WITH LOVE'S LIGHT WINGS DID I O'ER-PERCH THESE WALLS; FOR STONY LIMITS CANNOT HOLD LOVE OUT, AND WHAT LOVE CAN DO THAT DARES LOVE ATTEMPT; THEREFORE THY KINSMEN ARE NO LET TO ME."

"If they d-do..."

I flinch when I feel his hand on my back.

"If they do see thee, they will murder thee."

Fell nudges me to move and gets me behind his desk. There he stands behind me and holds my chin up so that I look straight at the empty seats.

"ALACK, THERE LIES MORE PERIL IN THINE EYE THAN TWENTY OF THEIR SWORDS: LOOK THOU BUT SWEET, AND I AM PROOF AGAINST THEIR ENMITY."

"Sir, this doesn't feel right anymore."

"DON'T BREAK CHARACTER, JULIET. YOU'RE DOING SO WELL."

"Okay...*sigh* I would not for the world they saw thee here."

"GOOD GIRL...I HAVE NIGHT'S CLOAK TO HIDE ME FROM THEIR SIGHT; AND BUT THOU LOVE ME, LET THEM FIND ME HERE: MY LIFE WERE BETTER ENDED BY THEIR HATE THAN DEATH PROROGUED, WANTING OF THY LOVE."

Okay Lynsie, you can do this. Just focus and recite the lines. Then he'll stop and you can go to your place to take a nice long rest.

"By whose direction found'st thou out this place?"

He smiles darkly and removes his hands. I feel relief until his hands find themselves on my sides.

"Uh...Sir...?"

"BY LOVE, WHO FIRST DID PROMPT ME TO INQUIRE; HE LENT ME COUNSEL AND I LENT HIM EYES. I AM NO PILOT; YET, WERT THOU AS FAR AS THAT VAST SHORE WASH'D WITH THE FARTHEST SEA, I WOULD ADVENTURE FOR SUCH MERCHANDISE."

His hands slowly rub small circles into me and I squirm.

"What are you doing?"

"IT'S WORKING, YES? YOUR ANXIETY ISN'T STOPPING YOU. NOW KEEP GOING."

"Sir...Are you enjoying this?"

"WILL YOU KEEP GOING IF I ANSWER?"

"I guess."

"YES. I AM. NOW KEEP GOING."

That makes me blush more as I clear my throat.

"Thou know'st the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak to-night Fain would I dwell on form, fain, fain deny What I have spoke: but farewell compliment! Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay,' And I will take thy word: yet if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries Then say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou think'st I am too quickly won, I'll frown and be perverse an say thee nay, So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond, And therefore thou mayst think my 'havior light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was ware, My true love's passion: therefore pardon me, And not impute this yielding to light love, Which the dark night hath so discovered."

"LADY, BY YONDER BLESSED MOON I SWEAR THAT TIPS WITH SILVER ALL THESE FRUIT-TREE TOPS..."

"O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable."

"WHAT SHALL I SWEAR BY?"

His hands start to roam my body. Exploring my curves up to my chest before cupping my breasts and eliciting a sharp gasp from me.

"Sir, this doesn't seem appropriate anymore."

"LYNSIE...WHAT DID I SAY WHEN THIS ALL STARTED?"

"This doesn't leave the room?"

"YES. BUT I MEANT THE THING I SAID BEFORE THAT."

"Um..."

"I SAID...*leans into my ear* YOU NEED TO OBEY EVERY SINGLE WORD I TELL YOU. AND YOU SAID...?"

"O-okay. But sir..."

"NO BUTS. NOW BE A GOOD GIRL AND KEEP UTTERING THOSE PERFECT LINES FROM YOUR LIPS."

"May I ask one question?"

"IF YOU MUST."

"...Are you getting turned on by all this?"

"IF YOU HAVE TO ASK, THEN YOU'RE MORE NAÏVE THAN I THOUGHT."

"I'm not naïve."

"OH REALLY? THEN BY THAT LOGIC YOU NOT ONLY KNOW I'M ENJOYING THIS BUT SO ARE YOU FOR YOU'RE LETTING ME CONTINUE. DO YOU DENY THIS CLAIM, LYNSIE?"

"I...uh...I plead the fifth on the grounds I don't wish to give self-incriminating information."

"*chuckles* YEAH...THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT. BUT FEAR NOT, MY LITTLE SINNER. AS WE AGREED UPON EARLIER, THIS DOESN'T LEAVE THIS ROOM."

He presses his body against me, a large bulge resting on my ass and his hands softly grope my breasts.

"NOW...CONTINUE TO SPEAK, JULIET."

A small shudder leaves me.

"Y-yes...Romeo."

He smiles and presses harder to me as to make my head spin while I continue.

"Do not swear at all; Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee."

"IF MY HEART'S DEAR LOVE..."

"Well, do not swear: although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!"

I yelp at the end as he gives me a squeeze, earning me a devilish snicker and yet another squeeze.

"O, WILT THOU LEAVE ME SO UNSATISFIED?"

He begins to rock against me, rubbing that bulge harder and harder to me. I'm slowly losing it and I lean my head back onto his shoulder.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?"

He gives my neck some light nips and I swoon, purring into his neck.

"THE EXCHANGE OF THY LOVE'S FAITHFUL VOW FOR MINE."

At this point love means lust and we both are feeling it. As much as I was fighting it at the start, now I'm enjoying his advances, even to the point that I'm grinding back into his hypnotically moving hips much to his ego's delight.

"I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again."

His hands wander back down, feeling my thighs and daring to go under my skirt. I don't really care for the uniforms. Girls have to wear skirts, I hate it because of perverts taking up-skirt pics. But in this case, the damn thing makes it easier for this kind of fun.

"WOULDST THOU WITHDRAW IT? FOR WHAT PURPOSE, LOVE?"

I reach down to hold his hands, guiding them under my skirt and letting his bony digits feel along my flesh, making him shudder through his teeth.

"But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

"*groans* YOU'RE SUCH A TEASE."

"And you're a kinky pervy teacher. What's your point?"

"MY POINT?"

He humps me harshly.

"MY POINT IS GOING TO BE WRECKING YOU AS SOON AS YOU DROP THOSE PANTIES."

"I drop them? That doesn't sound like something a tease would do. If anything, a tease would do this..."

I lean on him more, pressing my ass to his hard as hell bulge and slowly rubbing on it teasingly. This has him swoon, moaning in growing need before becoming aggressive and bends me over his desk.

"WHAT A BAD GIRL YOU ARE. TEASING ME LIKE THAT. SUCH ACTIONS COME WITH RATHER HARSH CONSEQUENCES. DOESN'T THAT FRIGHTEN YOU IN THE SLIGHTEST?"

"Honestly sir...You are one of the scariest teachers here. When you have a bad day, even Edgy and I tremble."

"THEN WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN BE SO BOLD WITH ME?"

"Heh...Maybe you're not the only one that's enjoying this. Maybe the danger excites me."

"OH IS THAT SO? HEH HEH...WELL THEN...I SHALL NOT DISAPPOINT YOU."

I flinch feeling his hand on my ass, kneading it tenderly before suddenly yanking my panties and ripping them right off me with a surprised yelp.

"H-hey!"

"YOU DON'T NEED THEM."

He lifts me up more, making sure I'm set properly across his desk and I hear him undo his pants, letting his long blood red erection free.

"MMMMMM...LOOK AT YOU. SO HELPLESS. JUST A RIPE LITTLE FLOWER READY FOR THE PLUCKING. JUST LIKE JULIET."

"Do you aim to deflower me, Romeo?"

"THAT, AND SO MUCH MORE."

He lifts my skirt up then slides his member between my legs to my folds and glides it slowly on my sex. Starting a test rhythm and building up heat for us both, a hot need for more.

"Mmmm...A bit ironic in a cute way, don't you think?"

"HUH? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"

"You're the 'little' brother of three, and yet you are anything but."

"HEH...FLATTERY WILL GET YOU NOWHERE."

"Then why are you smiling?"

"IT'S A PITY SMILE."

"If you say so, sir. But denial doesn't suit you."

"YOU CHEEKY LITTLE SHIT..."

He smacks my ass and I yelp a moan much to his interest.

"OH? WELL WHO'S THE KINKY ONE NOW?"

"Still you sir."

He smacks me again and again I moan. He does this as his hips pick up speed. Excitement getting to him and pleasure building. Soon enough he groans and bucks particularly hard, shoving himself hilt deep inside me, making me scream in pain.

"OOOOOH...FFFUCK YOU'RE TIGHT. AND SO LUSHISHLY WARM AND WET~."

"Fuck you!"

He eyes me funny as I claw at his desk harshly.

"THE HELL...? WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM?"

"I wasn't joking with that deflowering line. *wincing* That fucking hurts!"

If skeletons could pale, he'd be doing it. He looks down at the point where we connect and pulls back slightly. I whimper as I bite my lip and feel his touch around my sex's entrance. He frowns when he looks at his red stained fingers and regret comes to his mind.

"I...I'M SORRY."

I look up at him in shock. I have never heard him apologize or speak in such a somber tone.

"S-sir...?"

He attempts to slowly pull out and I grab his arm.

"Don't move."

"W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"Don't you dare move. Do not flee from that which you have started. For to do so now would be a coward's act. And last I checked, you are no coward. Or am I mistaken sir Fell?"

He flinches. I dare his resolve with eyes set in a glare and swelling with tears.

"LYNSIE..."

"The damage has been done. There is no going back. So do not quake like some pitiful schmuck and see this through."

"BUT...YOU'RE BLEEDING..."

"Do not run away Papyrus!"

His name...Hearing his name used in such a way snaps him out of his daze and reverts his mind into a baser understanding.

"AGAIN."

"Huh?"

"SAY MY NAME AGAIN."

"Uh...Papyrus?"

"*shudders* OKAY...NO MORE MESSING AROUND. I'M GOING TO MOVE NOW. ARE YOU READY?"

"I think so. Just...Take it slow, okay?"

"I MAKE NO PROMISES. BUT...I WILL TRY."

I merely nod, letting his arm go and he waits a moment before his hips start moving, though he pauses when I gasp sharply.

"SHH...SH-SHHH IT'S OKAY...E-EASSYY SHHHH...EAASSYY LYNSIE...UUNHN...AH...OOOH ARE YOU OKAY?"

"*bites lip* Why are you so big?"

His ego soars.

"HEHEH...ALL THE BETTER TO PLEASE YOU WITH, MY DEAR. HHHN...GEEZ...UHN YOU FELT TIGHT BEFORE BUT N-NOW...UHHN...JUST...TRY TO RELAX...RELAX FOR ME."

"I'm...I'm trying..."

Moving slow to start, the pain in my body eventually fades off into the swell of pleasant feelings.

"Mmmmm...Ooooh, Papyrus..."

"MHN...O-OH...A-AH...HHNNNMM...U-UHN...OHH...OH, SHIT...OH, SHIT..."

He buries his face against the base of my neck, catching my shoulder with his teeth as he groans and slowly grinds within me. It's like a slow-paced pendulum. Neither of us finds it necessary to rush. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. Every inch of my skin feels as if it's lit up like fireworks, the blood running through my veins sizzle across my bones in an intense explosion, flaring within me like a blazing inferno. His hands grab a tight hold of my thighs, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep within me.

"OOOH THERE...THERE WE ARE...HHNMM FEELING BETTER?"

"So good...You feel so good..."

He chuckles wickedly.

"HEH HEH, VERY GOOD...I...I HOPE YOU'RE READY LYNSIE...THIS MIGHT...FEEL PRETTY INTENSE. HHMN...I'M GOING TO ADD FORCE."

"Please do."

He wasn't joking either. As intense as this was already, he pushes into me faster and harder. His thrusts gradually speeding up faster and faster, going deeper inside me to hit places I had no clue even existed. With each plunge he takes, the more unraveled I get, my face twisting in mind altering euphoria and he can't get enough of it.

"A-AAHHNN...OOOH FUCK YES...YES...OHNN...MMMMM...AHHHN...OOOH H-HELL...AHHHN SOO...HHAHH O-OOH...HHNAHNN...SO AMAZING...I-INSIDE...HHHHAAHHNN...AHHH MNNFF...FUCK...IT'S SO GOOD..."

"Ooh yes...yes...Ohnn...Papyrus...mnhnn...Aaaahn...don't stop...Don't stop Papyrus..."

Releasing my hips from his grasp, he loops his right arm around my waist while his left-hand finds my own and laces his bony phalanges in my fingers in a gentle grip. The rhythmic thrusting of his hips, driving that hardened magic made member of his to my depths, eliciting his name to ring out of me over and over in the most heated of ways.

"THAT'S IT MY JULIET...MY SWEET LITTLE FLOWER...*he bites at my neck* HHNMM I WANT YOU TO CUM FOR ME...OOOOOH...I WANT TO HEAR YOU SCREAM...CALL MY NAME OUT AS YOU LET GO OF EVERYTHING...MMMMMM...I WANT TO BE ALL YOU THINK ABOUT."

"Oohh...o-oh ahh...Papyrus...Hahnnhhnann...Oooooh...yeahhh...Papyrus..."

"YEAH...JUST LIKE THAT...K-KEEP GOING..."

"O-oh P-pa...hnnm...Paaahpyrus...I-I'm...Hhahh...oohnn...I think I-I'm getting c-cl...oh I'm...hghnnn I'm c-cloosee...u-uahhn...hnnmm..."

"R-REALLY? U-UUNHN...HNMM...OH-AH-HGHN...HUK...AUH...I'M...GETTING THAT SAME FEELING...HOO WHERE...WHERE I'M...A BIT...DON'T KNOW HOW...H-HOW LONG I-I'LL LAST...HNMM HHHNN..."

"*shrieks* There! Ah! Papyrus! Please! There! There! Again! There Please!"

"*chuckles* O-OH? WAS THAT THE SPOT? YEAH? YOU WANT M-ME TO SLAM INTO YOU RIGHT THERE? HMMM? MAYBE...AH-HAHHN...MAYBE IF I HIT THAT SPOT JUST RIGHT..."

He centers his movements to hit into it, the hand around my waist dips down to rub his fingers against my clit, that pressure in my abdomen increases fiercely. The series of moans and cries coming from me, they're ushering him over his own edge.

"HNMM...LYNSIE...OHHN...UHGN...GHHN...O-OOHH GONNA...UNHN...LYNSIE! HHNNM OH I'M GONNA...M-MAKE YOU MINE...!"

He claims my lips in a heatedly deep kiss as he pounds as hard as he can into me and I feel everything getting so tight it's painful. Yet after so much building pressure, I let out a high scream as my vision goes blank and I peak in orgasm of sweet release. Faintly he feels a warm gush from me coating his length, setting off the sparks inside him and letting him lose himself completely.

"A-AH...ALMOST...A-ALMOST THERE...THHEEREE...HHNNGN...A-AUH AH LYNSIE...T-THERE...THERE IT IS! A-AHHN C-CUUMMING...CUMMMINNGG! HHNNN...UAHHH...AHHH...OOOOOH...HNMMM...MMMMMM..."

He groans out as he follows after me, spilling his essence well into my core in deliciously hot spurts and giving me this wonderful full feeling. Our left hands still laced together and tightening till it almost feels like we'll almost break the others hand. I'm shaking underneath him as he pants hard in my ear, lightly nuzzling into my hair as his hips slowly settle themselves down till they've stopped and he keeps our connection while holding me close.

"*purrs* THANK YOU."

"For what sir?"

"FOR ALLOWING THIS TO HAVE HAPPENED. IT WASN'T MY INTENTION IN THE BEGINNING...BUT I'LL ADMIT...I WOULDN'T CHANGE THIS OUTCOME."

"*snickers* Yeah. Why change a moment where you got laid?"

"OKAY LITTLE MISS SMART ASS. KEEP THIS SHIT UP AND I WON'T BE SO NICE TO YOU."

"Oh?"

"DO YOU RECALL THAT ASSIGNMENT I ISSUED BEFORE ALL THIS?"

"Yeah."

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO IT."

I'm stunned.

"For real? No joke?"

"I BELIEVE YOU DEMONSTRATED A FINE UNDERSTANDING OF THE PLAY. EVEN GOING SO FAR AS TO RECITE WHILE I WAS...DISTRACTING YOU."

"Is that what we're calling foreplay now?"

"VERY FUNNY. BY THE WAY, HOW IS YOUR ANXIETY?"

I blink in realization.

"It...I honestly forgot all about it.

"YOU'RE WELCOMED."

"Thanks, sir. *pause* I wonder how much time has passed."

"PROBABLY ENOUGH TO MAKE US BOTH LOOK SUSPICIOUS. DO YOU NEED HELP GETTING HOME?"

"That depends...Are your brothers joining us?"

"NOT LIKELY. GASTER WOULD HAVE ALREADY TAKEN SANS HOME BY NOW."

"Good. Not sure I could handle a drive with Edgy or Fall after this."

"AGREED."

"So...Wanna stay like this for while? I mean, I really can't feel my legs right now, so walking would suck."

"THAT'S FINE. I'M RATHER COMFORTABLE LIKE THIS. *nuzzles* YOU MAKE A GREAT BODY PILLOW."

I smile then bring our joined hands over to my lips and kiss his hand.

"Happy to be of service, sir."

We continue to stay there for some time. Eventually, we leave the privacy of his classroom and go home, returning to our normal lives. We never speak of that day again, but the effects stay with us, and at random when the mood is right, we share passions once more upon his very sturdy desk. Whether we have feelings for one another is still uncertain. But that's fine with us for now. For never was a story tied in such a goofy bow...Than this of me, Juliet, and my skeletal Romeo.