UnderTale - A First For Everything
Chapter Ten - Blue Eye
Monday soon came, with the news of a new holiday coming into a play. Loud chattering of said holiday surrounded Frisk as she smiled happily to herself, keeping her head low; waiting for Toriel to come in and quiet down the class. It was a Monday, so her first class for the day was LA, with Toriel; her next class was math with Asgore. So far, for the first week, she understood clearly what they had been teaching - except maybe science. Alphys's stammering had gotten worse with the class seeming to like her, making her more nervous than usual. Undyne had complained a little about this; stating that she was the only one allowed to make Alphys nervous as heck. Alphys denied it with a deep blush. The thought of the two made Frisk remember about "the accident" - immediately shutting down her brain, Frisk stopped thinking. She couldn't stop the embarrassed blush from forming on her face, though.
The loud, familiar, bang of a ruler against a desk, silenced the classroom instantly; from the corner of her eye, Frisk winces sympathetically when Spike tripped over his own feet and fell face first. He got back up though, like nothing had happened, and responded optimistically to all the concerned questions thrown at him.
"Quiet down now students, class is starting." sternly, and yet, softly said Toriel, patiently waiting for the class to simmer down.
"Now, take out your notebooks, we'll be doing a lot of writing today."
There were some heaved sighs and soft groans, but Frisk didn't mind; it was better than presenting up front, where everyone can see you, and it served as a distraction from her mind - the blush on her cheeks softly diminishing. She shuddered at the thought of presenting, remembering vaguely about her past life; where she had had to present in front of her classroom, filled with rude and non-mannered ladies and gents.
Focusing back on Toriel, who had her back to the class, writing down important notes for the future, and talking as well, explaining somethings here and there about figurative language; Frisk went on autopilot and wrote like a robot, her hand ached painfully at the end of class.
Math was slightly easier. You just really needed a good memory, and good understanding of the topic at hand; but really though, all they were doing for math was reviewing, so that Asgore knew where everybody stood. Scribbling down the multiplication and division questions, Frisk was quick in answering; patting herself on the back for remembering her times table so accurately.
Asgore shambled around the widely spaced desks, checking over the students shoulders, seeing if any needed help. Passing Frisk, he nodded in a gesture of good job and continued on his way; shoes scuffling across the tiled floors.
Smiling, Frisk continued on with her work, sometimes getting stumped on the double digit questions.
Home Ec: that's where some trouble started. It was Frisk's second week of Home Ec, and the second week of having Sans as her partner. It wasn't all too bad at first - they got prepared; Frisk pulling her short hair into a small ponytail and Sans taking off his jacket for once. Both wrapped an apron around there waist, and scampered in different directions, grabbing any utensils they'd need. In this particular class, they were to make one batch of chocolate or vanilla - there choice - cupcakes. Instructions were written on the blackboard and Muffet over saw everything that took place; her spider's helping out as well.
As much as Frisk loved the spider lady, she couldn't help but shudder each time a spider would drop down near her; she was never much into insects, so it was a bit hard to adjust at first - still was at times. Stirring a thick batter of cupcake mixing, Frisk turned around and nearly screamed at the spider that hung not two inches away from her face. She felt her heart thumping hard against her rib cage, as she took a step back; her back bumping onto the counter top. The spider was pure black and seemed harmless enough, but Frisk stayed still, to petrified to move.
Sans, noticing her odd behavior, glanced over to look at what she was staring at; horrified. He nearly doubled over at seeing the small creature, that was waving at Frisk with one of his many legs.
"Kid, you seem pretty spidered out." he snickered, winking playfully at the girls' deadly look that was shot at him.
The spider eventually crawled back up onto the ceiling, scurrying away as Frisk sighed in exasperation; turning back around to fully glare at Sans, who was laughing way too much - he was practically on the floor, with the way he was keeling over and all. Luckily, the classroom/kitchen room was already pretty loud.
"Hmph!" Frisk huffed irritated, but she couldn't help the amused smile that displayed itself onto her face. She admitted to herself that she did react rather silly, considering the size of the spider and herself; she acted as if some murder had just snuck up on her.
"Sans!" she exclaimed firmly, crossing her arms and pouting at said skeleton, who was slowly recovering from his laugh attack.
"Hee hee! Sorry kid, that was just too good!"
Rolling her eyes, Frisk saw a group of girls, huddled around there station, sending death glares her way. She was quite confused at this, but ignored it as she continued on with her cooking; ever so often having to wake Sans up, as he could practically sleep anywhere.
They finished up there cooking, just now having to wait for the cupcakes to finish baking, and they sat, back to back, on top of the counter. She could hear Sans soft snores over the roar of the kitchen, and silently laughed at that; the skeleton boy could sleep anywhere, anytime. He leaned heavily against Frisk, and Frisk found it rather odd; instead of feeling bones pressed against her back, she felt flesh. Must have been some type of magic, she hypothesized, leaning back on him as well.
Muffet passed by them, making small talk with Frisk, before having to attend to some matter on the other side of the room. A spider dropped down from the ceiling again, and Frisk held back her shudder of disgust and slight fear, talking sense to herself.
"L-look out!"
Someone exclaimed, and as Frisk turned to look at the person, she stumbled backward; Sans head thudding against the counter top, sounding very painful, as she held both arms out to protect herself from the oncoming glass bowl; still filled with some cupcake batter.
She shut her eyes and waited for the impact. But it never came.
Slowly peering out from underneath her eyelids, she gasped in amazement - the bowl was in mid-air suspension; a blue glow surrounding it. She glanced down at Sans, the sudden flash of fear erupting within her as she saw one of his eyes glowing a bright, baby blue. She felt dizzy after seeing that; her head whirled in confusion from the heart-wrenching fear she felt at seeing Sans blue eye, and pounded like an old memory, long gone, was resurfacing.
She passed out after that.
Frisk woke up in the infirmary of the school; alone. The pounding in her head had vanished, and she felt rather hungry. Pulling the bed sheets away, Frisk stepped down from the medical bed, and excited the infirmary. Glancing behind her, Frisk made sure no one else was in the room, before shutting the door behind her retreating back.
The hallways were deserted, and checking the time on a nearby clock, Frisk found it to be around fifth block - science time. Scurrying through the empty hallways, stopping at her locker to grab her textbook, she hesitantly rapped on the closed door.
A moment later, Alphys opened the door, smiling warmly at Frisk as she stepped aside to let her in. Seeing Alphys brought back memories from last night, and the blush was recreating itself onto her cheeks, but swallowing it down, Frisk gave her science teacher a weary smile.
"I-I'm g-glad to s-see you b-back, Frisk." Alphys stammered out, pushing her glasses up and walking back to the front of the class, gesturing for Frisk to enter and take her seat.
Taking her seat near the front, Frisk spotted some things lining the counter top near the wall; test tubes, some Bunsen Burners, and some chemicals were all arranged neatly, on the counter top.
"A-hem!" Alphys cleared her throat, "A-as of t-today, w-we will be d-doing ch-chemistry. N-no one is a-allowed to d-do it alone, so e-everyone w-will have a p-partner."
Soft chattering started up, as creatures turned to one another with pleased smiles on there faces.
"BUT! I-I will be c-choosing your p-partners..." stated Alphys, her voice growing softer with each word she said. Sweat rolled down the side of her head as she felt the students glare at her; pushing that aside, Alphys continued with what she had said.
Frisk found it odd and coincidental; being paired up with Sans and Spike - considering what had happened last night - Frisk silently hopped that the shipper hadn't gotten the wrong idea about her "feelings" towards the skeleton. Alphys had explained to the trio that there was an odd number in there class, and had made the three pair up. It wasn't bad at first, Frisk still felt that the real reason behind being paired up with the two was for Alphys's shipping, but she didn't mind. The three worked together well; Sans cracking his puns, and Spike mindlessly jabbering on about Papyrus and school.
Frisk remained silent, sometimes smiling, sometimes laughing, but when Spike left to go to the bathroom - Frisk suddenly felt nervous. She couldn't bring herself to look at Sans, who had turned oddly silent; she could feel his questioning gaze on her, but she dared not look, for fear of spitting out some nonsense.
"You okay now, kid?" he asked cautiously, as if she were a tiger, ready to pounce and kill it's prey.
She could only nod, feeling very self-conscious at that moment in life. Why did she feel this way? Frisk wondered. Was it because of the incident at Home Ec? She stiffened at remembering Sans blue eyed gaze; and shuddered, unknowing as to why she did so. Frisk scrutinized herself. Why did it seem like she were afraid of Sans blue eye?
She didn't have enough time to ponder, as Spike came back, ready to continue with the chemical testing. The tension between the two, left with the wind, as Frisk glanced up and smiled at Spike's enthusiasm; silently thanking whoever was out there for the distraction.
School ended faster than Frisk had anticipated, and she found herself sitting on the roof of the school - contemplating Sans blue eye. The pounding in her head had come back when she had though of it, but much softer and milder than before; persisting even though Frisk didn't understand it at all. She softly groaned in frustration and agitation, rubbing her temples as she thought it over and over, once again.
She had passed out when she saw Sans blue eye and the pounding in her head would only start whenever she'd think of said blue eye: Why though? Why was it happening?
Frisk didn't know, and the pounding in her head was getting worse as she thought of it more. Disregarding it, she laid down on the sun bathed roof, and softly dozed off into dream land.
Sun seeped through the golden framed, arched, windows, casting bright shadows onto the white, tiled floors. Intricately designed columns held up the roof, widely spaced between one another. The room itself was rather astounding; large and spacious, just like a throne room.
Stepping onto the cold floors, she continued to move forward, seeming to not notice the beauty surrounding her. She held a knife in one hand and was covered in ash, her clothes practically the same color by how much was coated onto her. Her face dark and unseeable underneath all the grime and dirt, she had collected throughout her journey.
"Your gonna have a bad time, kid"
That voice. That voice. That voice. That voice. That voice. THAT. VOICE.
"AH!" the scream ripped through Frisk's throat without her control, and as she sat up, gasping for air and running a rough hand through her hair - she stuttered out, "S-Sans...?
It couldn't have been... But that voice.
She felt the prickling sensation of hot, guilty, tears pocking the corners of her eyes.
"Oh God... What did I do..." she softly said, tears slowly rolling down her face, and landing onto her hands.
The very same hands of a killer.