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 is 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, however, is not a typical day. Normally my time at the academy is focused on learning, a common thing done at schools. I pay attention to the professors, make sure my grades never falter, and still manage to work in some free time to spend with my buddies or chill on my own. You know, normal things and such. But lately, I can't keep focus. Why? Those god damn preppies have made it their mission to get me kicked out!
Schools have many reasons that they expel students, from cheating to bullying to altercations with other students or teachers. They may expel students for lying, theft, or engaging in prohibited online behaviors. Students can even be expelled for actions as simple as leaving school grounds without permission or tampering with school property. In short, you name the rule, and there's probably a school from which a kid can get expelled for violating it. After all, schools are communities, and like communities everywhere, they have codes of conduct that they expect their members to abide by.
Rarely are students who are expelled for fundamentally non-threatening but prohibited behaviors, like cheating, first-time offenders. Like other kinds of transgressions, students typically begin cheating on a small scale, such as copying a classmate's answer on a homework assignment. When caught, teachers or administrators may initially respond with counseling, which they can then escalate to detentions or suspensions if the behavior persists. That said, schools that have zero tolerance policies always have the option of expulsion if a child breaks their rules.
Until the late 1990s, the term "zero tolerance" was rarely heard in an academic setting. Now, many students hear it from the time they begin kindergarten, and unfortunately, this is sometimes because they've faced this sanction at some point in their academic career. If the school adheres to a zero-tolerance policy, you should never take it lightly. In private schools today, we have zero tolerance because it seems we need zero tolerance. Our experience at Manhattan Private School Advisors is those unacceptable students, and even teachers, behaviors are widespread. Social media and the Internet have made bullying and other forms of abuse commonplace. Academic cheating and disrespectful behaviors toward others seem to be soaring, and that's only among the kids. What about the fourth-grade teacher who peppers her Facebook page with complaints about the spoiled students and demanding parents she deals with?
These types of behaviors create a culture in which students and adults alike become inured to seeing their peers skirt or flout codes of conduct. And for students who are caught breaking a school's rules, the consequences can be harsh: The most severe punishment for a zero-tolerance policy is expulsion. At times, this sanction may seem unfair, a result of a student being in the wrong place at the wrong time or just being "that unlucky one." Is it fair? Sometimes it certainly is, and sometimes it's not. Can thirty students cheat on the same test and only one get caught and end up expelled? Absolutely. This is, however, the reality of zero tolerance.
With Dreemurr Academy being a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans, zero-tolerance is a big deal. Monsters and Humans from different worlds, timelines, or realities make for stricter rules of conduct as what is acceptable in your dimension may not be same when on school grounds. It's a strong request from all sides, but understandable for the greater good of higher learning. The only issue with this comes from those that think they are more deserving of treatment because they feel entitled. These people are the preppies.
A preppy refers to a subculture associated with the old private Northeastern university-preparatory schools. The term is used to denote a person seen as characteristic of a student or alumnus of these schools. Prep has become a colloquialism in the United States and has largely replaced preppy in modern usage. Characteristics of preps in the past, include a particular subcultural speech, vocabulary, dress, mannerisms, etiquette, reflective of an upper-class upbringing. The term preppy derives from the private, university-preparatory or prep schools that some American upper class and upper-middle-class children attend. The term preppy is commonly associated with the Ivy League and oldest universities in the Northeast and the prep schools which fed students to them since traditionally a primary goal in attending a prep school was admittance into one of these institutions. Preppy fashion derives from the fashions of these old Northeastern colleges in the early to mid-twentieth century. Lisa Birnbach's 1980 book Official Preppy Handbook, which was written to poke fun at the rich lives of privileged Ivy League and socially elite liberal arts college students but ended up glamorizing the culture, portrays the preppy social group as well-educated, well-connected, and although exclusive, courteous to other social groups without fostering serious relationships with them. Being well-educated and well-connected is associated with an upper-class socioeconomic status that emphasizes higher education and high-income professional success.
There are three groups of preppy students at the academy. There are the preppies that accept everyone, these are the people you want as friends and they don't think of themselves as better than you. It's made up of middle to upper-middle-class monsters and humans. They've lived lives that showed them how things are different between the social classes. As long as you aren't a douche, they will like you.
The second preppy group is made up of only monsters. They like the high-standards of being a prep type student and uphold a dignified code. They are like those students you look up to. They try to keep the peace against their darker twin. The third preppy group is the enemy of everyone at the academy. It's made up of rich snobby humans that, even though they attend a monster created school that is run by monsters, believe only humans should attend and get the best the school has to offer. They look down on all, both students and teachers. But those they really hate are humans that dare see monsters as equals. This is where they target me.
I don't often speak my mind on the issue, but once I give voice, I make it very clear that I am pro-monster to the point I go anti-human. That and I may or may not end up having to kick several of their asses when they start something. If they pick on someone because of what species they are, I am there. If they try to steal money from a monster simply because they claim they'll "put it to better use", I am there. If they jump me into an ally and try to kick my ass, well duh, I'm there obviously...and winning.
Though now they've taken this personal feud to new levels by trying to have me kick off campus. I'm guessing they're starting to see me as a threat. The longer I stay, the harder it is for them to do as they please. So how do you get rid of a threat? You take it away. How? With expulsion. What is the difference between suspension and expulsion? The main difference between suspension and expulsion is the amount of time a student must stay out of school. A suspension can only last for up to ten days. An expulsion can last up to one year.
A year out of the academy will not only damage my grades but will free them to establish more hold on the school. If I miss that much time, there will be no way I can make up enough credits to finish. My scholarship will die. I will have lost out on the best education imaginable all because of some assholes? Heh...What do these fools take me for? They are so painfully obvious that it almost hurts to ruin things for them...Wow, I can hardly think that and keep a straight face. There's no way I'd be expelled. Because unlike these preppy fuck nuggets, I don't pay someone to do the research for me, I actually know the rules.
Who decides to expel a student? Usually, the Board of Education will hold a hearing so a decision can be made about whether or not to expel a student. At the hearing, a person or group of people will listen to what happened and make the decision to expel based on reports from the school, the student, and witnesses who saw what happened. The person or people making the decision at the hearing will usually be a neutral hearing officer such as someone from the community who doesn't work for the school district, or a neutral hearing board of three or more members of the Board of Education.
The Board of Education of Dreemurr Academy is made up of all the Dean Gasters and of course the Dreemurr family who founded the school. The Deans hold the majority of the power, what with them being at the academy constantly as opposed to the Dreemurrs. But the Dreemurrs are allowed to weigh in on the situation if they or the Deans deem it of significance. Examples would be if there were a threat to students or faculty, the facility itself, or the emotional well being of students or faculty that may cause repercussions that would be harmful to any person, place, or thing.
When can the Board of Education expel a student? A student must face immediate expulsion if he or she has a gun or other deadly weapon on school grounds or at a school activity, uses a firearm or other deadly weapon to commit a crime on or off school grounds, or sells (or tries to sell) illegal drugs on or off school grounds. A student may also be expelled if he or she breaks a school rule on school grounds or at a school activity, is disruptive or puts other people or things in danger on school grounds or at a school activity, or breaks a school rule off school grounds in a way that disrupts or prevents other students from learning.
If the Board of Education deems the case of expulsion to be legitimate then proper proceedings can begin and a school attended hearing date is set to allow those involved to make their case. The hearing must be held within 11 school days after he or she has been taken out of school. The only time a hearing can be skipped is if there is an emergency (for example, if the school believes a child is dangerous to himself or others if he stays in the classroom). The accused student has the right to get a written notice from the school before an expulsion hearing. The notice must explain which rule the school believes was broken and what the student did to break the rule. The notice must also tell you the date, time, and location of the hearing as well as how you can get an attorney to represent the student. If you don't have an attorney, you can bring someone else as an advocate.
You have the right to explain your side of the story at the hearing. You can bring witnesses with you and show evidence, such as documents that support your case. You have the right to question the witnesses that the school has invited to the hearing. You have the right to get copies of the documents that the school will be showing at the hearing. You can also get copies of written statements by teachers and witnesses. Make sure to ask for a copy of the student's entire school record, as there may be information in it that can help you. Asking to see your school record is helpful. As reading the record will help you understand what the school believes has happened. It should have information about the incident, including names of witnesses that the school might ask to testify at the hearing, and documents that the school may use as evidence.
What will happen at the hearing? While an expulsion hearing is not as formal as a court trial, it is a legal proceeding and it may be the only chance you get to tell your story. There is no right to appeal the hearing officer's decision in court if you are not happy with the outcome. The hearing will be recorded or someone will write down everything that is said like a courtroom stenographer. The hearing officer will listen while each party tells its side of the story and will then decide whether or not the student broke the rules, whether or not the student should be expelled, and how long the expulsion will last.
The school officials must show enough evidence to prove that expelling the student is reasonable. The school will go first in presenting its case against the student. It will need to prove that the student broke the rules by having a witness tell the facts to the hearing officer. The witness must be someone who actually saw what happened. For example, the principal or dean cannot tell the hearing officer, "I didn't see what happened, but the teacher told me so-so did it". A school official will ask questions of the school's witnesses. In addition to having witnesses say what they saw and heard, the school can show documents that support its position, including evidence about the accused student's past discipline problems.
If the school doesn't have a witness who was actually there when the incident took place, or if the school tries to prove its case using only written documents, be sure to point this out to the hearing officer. The student, his or her parents, or their representative may ask questions of (or cross-examine) the witnesses after the school official is finished questioning them. The purpose of cross-examination is to bring out additional information that might be helpful to the student's case. It will not help the student's case if you argue with a witness, even if you think he or she is not telling the truth. It is better for you and your own witnesses to explain what happened when it is your turn to speak.
Once each witness has spoken and any written evidence has been given to the hearing officer, each side may have a chance to make a final statement. This is your chance to briefly explain what you think happened and what you think should happen to you. Finish by asking the hearing officer not to expel you or to expel you for only a very short time if found guilty. To make the best possible presentation to the board, you will need to be prepared, organized, and polite. Angry words or behavior directed at the school officials or the board will only add additional stress to the situation and can even hurt your case.
Now with that little knowledge dump out of the way, what makes me so confident that I don't have to worry about any of this coming to pass? Easy really...I'm good friends with the faculty and their family. It's an unpleasant day in heaven if these fools can bring a charge against me that anyone in the academy would actually believe I would do. I'd have to have had amnesia to pull some of the crap they've tried to pin on me. From tagging lockers to keying faculty cars and even tampering with the science lab equipment. You name it, they've done it and tried to claim I did it. Which is why I sit in the Headmaster's office today instead of my bed where I should be at this hour. I am being accused of yet another bullshit wrong that I had no means of doing.
"And so you can clearly see, Headmaster...This...This swine has obviously made a mockery of this fine institution. I mean, just look at what she's done to the campus garden."
Lead douche preppy, Leighton Kingsley Emerson Winslow III, presents his overly expensive phone as evidence to Headmaster Wingding, who scrolls through said evidence.
"These pictures show that she trashed the once beautiful garden that everyone has worked so tirelessly to create and tend to for so long."
"Sir Headmaster, do I really need to be here? We know how this will go."
"Quiet, tart!"
"...You can get away with calling me a pig, but to call me a whore...Sir! You disgrace my honor. I challenge you to a duel."
He apparently does not like my mock French accent.
"You are a virus. Infecting this institution. But no more. Like a gangrenous limb, I shall see to it you are removed before you do any further harm."
"Eh. Whatever helps you to sleep at night, butt munch."
"Bite your tongue!"
" ๐ โ ๐ โ โก ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐งโ ๐ ๐งโ โ๐ฌ" (ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU...JUST BE SILENT.)
"Yes, sir."
"Understood, Headmaster."
He fiddles around with the phone for a bit more before setting his eyes on Leighton.
"โ ๐ ๐ ๐ โโ โโ๐ฃ โ โก ๐ โ๐๐๐๐งโ ๐ โ โ โ๐งโ" (AROUND WHAT TIME ARE YOU ACCUSING HER OF DOING THIS?)
"I believe the incident accrued around ten or eleven PM. She would've had the cover of darkness and no witnesses to worry about."
"๐ โ โ ๐ ๐ช ๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ง ๐ โ ๐ โ๐ โ ๐ง๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฌ" (WHILE TRUE, SHE WOULD ALSO NEED TO BREAK ONTO SCHOOL GROUNDS.)
Wingding pulls out some reports.
" ๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐ง โ ๐ฑโโ ๐ฏ๐ง ๐ โ๐ง๐ง *ahem* ๐งโ๐๐ โ โ๐ฑ๐ฑ โ ๐ง โโ โ ๐๐โ โ๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฑ๐ฑ ๐ฑ โก๐งโ๐โ ๐งโ โ๐ฌ ๐ง โ๐ง ๐ โ๐ โ ๐ง๐๐ฑ๐ฑ โ ๐ ๐โก ๐ง โ ๐ฑ โ ๐๐ง โโ๐ฃ ๐ฌ ๐งโโ๐ฃโ โ โ๐ง โ ๐ง โ โ๐ง๐ง๐ ๐ช ๐งโ๐๐ โ โ ๐๐ง โ ๐ฃ๐ง โ ๐ง ๐โ ๐ โโ โ โ โก โโ ๐ฃโ ๐โ ๐ง โ๐โโโโโโก๐ฌ" (FROM HER RECORDS IN PAIN'S CLASS *AHEM* STUDENT APPLIES GREAT EFFORT BUT LACKS UPPER PHYSICAL STRENGHT. SHE IS UNABLE TO SUPPORT HER BODY FOR SHORT PERIODS OF TIME. STAMINA IS ALSO AN ISSUE, STUDENT FINDS THEMSELVES OUT OF BREATH AFTER ONLY FIVE MINUTES OF ACTIVITY.)
"Wow, Pain. I know I'm not in the best shape, but did he really have to make it sound like I'm seconds from death's door?"
"So the girl is a sack of bricks. What does this have to do with anything?"
"โ ๐โ ๐ง โ ๐ ๐ โ โ๐โ๐ ๐ฃโก โ โ๐ โโก โ โ ๐ฌ ๐โ๐ง ๐ โ๐โ โโโ ๐ง๐ช ๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ โ๐ โ ๐ โ๐ฃ๐ โ โโ๐ฌ" (THE WALLS AROUND THE ACADEMY ARE TWENTY FEET HIGH. BASED ON HER ABILITIES, SHE WOULD BE UNABLE TO CLIMB OVER IT.)
"Then she used a ladder."
" โ๐๐ ๐ฃโ ๐๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ง โ ๐ โ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฌ โ ๐ โ ๐ง โ ๐ ๐ ๐โ๐ โ โ โ๐ง ๐โ๐ฃโ ๐โก ๐ง ๐ช ๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐ โโ โ โโ ๐โ โ ๐ ๐โโ โ ๐ง ๐ง ๐ฃ ๐ง โ๐ฌ โ ๐ โ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ โโ โ๐งโ โโ ๐ฃโ ๐๐ง๐ช ๐๐โ โ ๐ ๐ฌ" (NO LADDER MARKS WERE FOUND IN OUR SEARCH OF THE GROUNDS. AND IF SHE INDEED DID ALL THIS DAMAGE BY HERSELF, SHE WOULD HAVE TO HAVE CARRIED WITH HER TOOLS OF SOME SORT. THE WEIGHT WOULD AT LEAST LEAVE MARKS, BUT THERE WERE NONE.)
"Then she went through the gate."
" โก โ๐๐ โโก โโ โ โ๐โ โโโก โ ๐ฑ โโ โ โโ ๐ฌ โ โก ๐ ๐ง๐ ๐งโโ โ โโ โ ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐ ๐งโโ ๐ฑ ๐ โ" (ONLY FACULTY HAVE THE ABILITY TO OPERATE THE GATE. ARE YOU SUGGESTING THAT A MEMBER OF STAFF HELPED HER?)
"It must be if that is the only way."
"Dude, you are grasping at so many straws that it's sad."
"โ โ ๐ฌ" (I AGREE.)
Leighton is not happy.
"Headmaster, you have the proof right there. Those images reveal her crime."
" ๐ช โ โก ๐ ๐ฏโ๐ฌ" (NO, THEY DON'T.)
"W-what?"
" โก ๐งโ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐ โก ๐ โ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ง โ โ ๐ โ โ๐งโ โ โโ" (LYNSIE...WHERE WERE YOU AROUND THE HOURS OF TEN AND ELEVEN LAST NIGHT?)
"I was at the movies. Managed to catch a late night screening of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie 3."
"She's lying!"
"I have my ticket stub, douchelord."
"๐ง ๐ ๐ฃ ๐ฌ" (SHOW ME.)
I open my bag and take out my wallet. Rummaging through the pockets to produce said ticket stub and handing it over.
"Wha...Why would you just be carrying that?"
"I collect every movie ticket stub I get so that it helps me to remember the movie or get a refund if it sucked."
" ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ง โ โ โ โ ๐โ ๐ฌ ๐ฃ ๐ ๐ฃ ๐ ๐โ๐ง๐งโก ๐๐โโ ๐๐ฌ ๐งโโ โโ โโ ๐ฒ๐ณ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฃ โ ๐ ๐๐ง โโ ๐๐๐ณ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐ฃ๐ฌ ๐ง ๐ ๐ง๐ง ๐ง ๐โ ๐ โ โ๐ ๐ฑ โ๐ ๐ง โโ ๐ ๐ช ๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฏโ โโ ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฃโโโ ๐ โ โ๐ง ๐ โ๐ฃ ๐ฌ" (HMMM...SHE TELLING THE TRUTH. MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE 3. STARTING AT 9:45 PM AND ENDS AT 11:15 PM. SO UNLESS SHE CAN BE IN TWO PLACES AT ONCE, SHE COULDN'T HAVE COMMITTED THIS CRIME.)
"B-but the pictures?!"
"โก ๐ง๐ช โ ๐ง ๐ฑโ๐โ๐ ๐ง๐ฌ โ ๐ง ๐ฑโ๐โ๐ ๐ง โก ๐ ๐ฑ ๐ฌ" (YES, THESE PICTURES. THESE PICTURES ON YOUR PHONE.)
"A-are you implying I did this?!"
"I think it's fairly obvious at this point."
"โ ๐ ๐ฏโ โโ โ โ๐ฃ๐ฑ โก โ โกโ โ ๐ฌ โก ๐ ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ง๐ง ๐ โก ๐๐ฌ โ๐ โโ๐ฃ โก ๐ โโ๐ โ ๐ฑโ๐โ๐ โโ ๐ โโ ๐ง โ โโ๐ฃ ๐งโโ๐ฃ๐ฑ โ ๐โโ โ ๐ โโ๐ฃ ๐ โโ ๐โ๐ง ๐ โโ ๐๐ฌ ๐ โก ๐ โ ๐ง โ๐ฃโ ๐ง โ โโ๐ฃ ๐ โโ ๐ โ ๐ฃโ๐ โโ โ โโ๐ฃ โก ๐ ๐ โ๐ฃ ๐ง ๐โ๐ โ โ๐ง๐ฌ" (I DON'T HAVE TO IMPLY ANYTHING. YOUR PHONE CONFESSED FOR YOU. EACH TIME YOU TAKE A PICTURE IT CREATES A TIME STAMP OF THE DATE AND TIME FOR WHEN IT WAS CREATED. FUNNY HOW THESE IMAGES ARE TIMED AT BEING MADE AT THE TIME YOU CLAME SHE DID THIS.)
Leighton scoffs, blowing everything off.
"And why would I do this? What motive do I have for framing her?"
"The same one you keep preaching about in the halls every chance you get."
"Fuck you!"
" โ โ โ" (LEIGHTON!)
Wingding slams the phone down and we both flinch from the shock.
"โ โ๐ง โ๐ง โ โ โ โ๐๐๐๐งโโโ โก ๐๐ฏโ ๐ ๐ โ โ โโ ๐งโ โ โ๐ง ๐ฃ โ โ ๐ฌ โก ๐ ๐ฃโโก โ โ ๐ โก ๐ โ ๐ โก ๐ โโโ โ ๐๐ง ๐โ ๐ โ๐ง โก ๐ ๐ฑ โ๐ง ๐ช ๐๐โ ๐ฃ ๐ฌ โ โ๐ฃ ๐งโ๐๐ โ โ๐ง ๐ง ๐ง ๐ฌ โ โ๐ง โ๐โ๐ ๐ฃโก โ ๐ โ โ โ โ โก๐ง โก ๐ ๐ฑ โโโก ๐งโ๐โ๐ ๐ง๐ฌ" (THIS IS THE FIFTH ACCUSATION YOU'VE BROUGHT AGAINST HER THIS MONTH ALONE. YOU MAY THINK YOU AND YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS CAN DO AS YOU PLEASE, BUT NO MORE. I AM SICK OF THIS NONSENSE. THIS ACADEMY AND I ARE NOT TOYS FOR YOUR PETTY SQUABLES.)
"But Headmaster..."
" ๐๐โ๐งโ โ๐ฏ๐ฃ โ โโ๐ โก ๐ โโ ๐ฃ ๐ โ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐โ โ๐ง โ โ ๐๐ช โก ๐ โ ๐ง๐๐ง๐ฑ ๐ ๐ โ โ โ โ๐ ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฌ" (NO BUTS! I'M AFRAID YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE...BUT AS OF RIGHT NOW, YOU ARE SUSPENDED FOR THE NEXT TWO WEEKS.)
Even I'm shocked by that, but not as much as Leighton. He does not handle this well.
"Su...Suspended? Me? Impossible!"
"Dude, chill."
"Shut your mouth, you filthy monster loving freak!"
" โ โ ๐ช โ ๐ง๐ ๐งโ โก ๐ ๐งโ ๐ โก ๐ ๐ง ๐ โก ๐ ๐ฃโ๐ โ โ๐ง ๐ ๐ง ๐ฌ" (LEIGHTON, I SUGGEST YOU SILENCE YOURSELF BEFORE YOU MAKE THIS WORSE.)
"No! You shut up! You, you're beneath me! All you monsters are! This world would be better off if your kind was agh...!"
I couldn't stand his hate speech any longer and kicked his leg out from my seat, knocking him down.
"You have such a big mouth that really likes the sound of your own voice, but nothing that comes out of it is ever worth listening to."
Leighton gets up and grabs me by the collar of my shirt.
"You piss ant. Do you not know who I am? I am Leighton Kingsley Emerson Winslow III! I am heir to more money than you'd know what to do in ten lifetimes."
"And this is supposed to be intimidating or impressive why?"
He shoves me out of my seat, takes his phone back, and storms his way out the door.
"I will see to it that you lose this job and near be able to teach again. And you...Mark my words, I will do all my power to destroy you!."
With that, Leighton takes his leave and I pick myself off the floor.
"Wow...He needs to get laid big time."
"โ ๐ ๐ฏโ ๐ง ๐ โก โก ๐๐ฏ ๐ฃโ๐โ โ โ โ โ๐ง๐ฌ" (I DON'T SEE WHY YOU'RE MAKING LIGHT OF THIS.)
"I'm not afraid of him. He's got issues and is just venting on others because he either is too scared to battle the real problem or he can't actually do so."
"โ โโ๐ฏ๐ง โโ โ ๐งโ โ ๐ โก ๐๐ฌ" (THAT'S RATHER INSIGHTFUL OF YOU.)
"Heh, I do pay attention to Stretch's class you know. Besides...Can't I enjoy some part of this? that asshole and his buddies have been messing with me for ages. It's nice to see karma bite back finally."
" ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโ ๐ง ๐งโ ๐ง๐ฏ๐ง โโ ๐ ๐โ ๐ฃโ โ๐ง ๐๐๐ ๐ โก ๐๐ฌ" (HEH...I SEE SANS'S TALK OF KARMA HAS RUBBED OFF ON YOU.)
"You can say that..."
I lean over his desk and smirk.
"That was rather clever of you. And you came up with it so fast too. I'm very impressed sir."
Wingding merely smirks back.
"๐ โ โ ๐ช โ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ โโ โก ๐ ๐ฃ โ ๐ฌ" (DEAR GIRL, I KNOW NOT WHAT YOU MEAN.)
"Oh, I know you know sir. After all, I didn't finish off that jumbo popcorn by myself."
He chuckles and scratches the crack over his right eye.
"โก โ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโ ๐โ๐ ๐ฏโ โ ๐ โ๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ง ๐ โก โ โ ๐โโโโ โ โ ๐ง ๐ฌ" (YEAH...WELL...I DIDN'T FIGURE I'D BE SO HUNGRY AFTER WAITING IN LINE SO LONG.)
"Don't worry. Like I said, I won't tell anyone you're a Mew Mew fan. Besides...It was nice just being able to hang out like that."
"โ โโ โโ ๐โ๐ง๐ฌ โ ๐งโ ๐ฌ ๐ โ ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐งโ โ๐ โ๐๐ โ๐ง โ โโ ๐๐งโ ๐ง โ๐ฑ๐ฑ โ ๐ฃ โ ๐๐ฑ๐ฌ โกโ โ ๐ฃ โโ โ ๐ โ๐ โ ๐ฏ๐ง ๐ ๐ฃ๐ฑโ โก๐ฌ โโ โ ๐๐ฌ" (THAT IT WAS. NO TENSION. NO WORRIES. JUST TWO ADULTS THAT JUST SO HAPPEN TO MEET UP. ENJOYING A MOVIE AND EACH OTHER'S COMPANY. IT FELT GOOD.)
"I understand why you didn't mention it during snobby douche lord's tirade. It wouldn't look good. You, the Headmaster, backing me up with an alibi...It would just make it look like favoritism and further instigate him."
"โ ๐ โ๐ฑ โ โ๐ง ๐ โโโ ๐ฌ" (I DO APOLOGIZE FOR HIS BEHAVIOR.)
"Do not waste your time saying sorry for someone that isn't. Though, I do apologize that you have to deal with people like that. Humanity is a less accepting than it likes to believe it is. But at least we all aren't super racist assholes."
He sighs.
"โ ๐ ๐๐ฌ โก ๐๐ฏ โ ๐ ๐ง๐ฌ โก ๐๐ฏโ ๐ โ โ๐ฃโ โ โ ๐ ๐ โ ๐โ๐ฃ๐ฑ๐๐ง๐ฌ โ ๐ โ ๐โ ๐ฏโ โ โ ๐ โก ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐โ ๐ฑโ๐ฑโก ๐๐ง๐ฌ" (I KNOW. YOU'RE ONE OF THE GOOD ONES. YOU'VE BEEN AN AMAZING INFLUENCE ON THE CAMPUS. AND I CAN'T THANK YOU ENOUGH FOR DEFENDING PAPYRUS.)
"Hey, he's super sweet cinnamon bun that no one has the right to harm. I'm just happy I get to be his friend."
"โ โ ๐งโ๐ฃ ๐โโก๐ฌ" (I FEEL THE SAME WAY.)
He stands up and moves over to me.
"โ ๐ ๐ฑ โก ๐ ๐โ๐ ๐ฏโ โ ๐ ๐ฃ ๐๐ โ๐งโ โ โ๐ฌ" (I DO HOPE YOU DIDN'T FIND ME RUDE LAST NIGHT.)
I stand up straight and look at him funny.
"Why would I think you were rude? If anything, I thought I was rude. I couldn't keep my mouth shut and was pointing out sins in the movie. By the way, how far did I get to again?"
"๐ ๐ โ ๐ฃโ๐ โโ ๐๐ฑ โ โ โ โโ โ โโก ๐ง โ ๐งโ ๐ง โ โโ ๐ โ โ โโ ๐งโ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ โ๐๐ ๐ฑโ ๐ ๐โ ๐ฌ ๐๐โ ๐ โโ โ ๐ฃ โ โ ๐โ๐ง โ โ โ ๐ฃ โโ ๐ฌ โก ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ" (WE BOTH MADE IT UP TO A TOTAL OF EIGHTY SEVEN SINS THAT WENT AGAINST WELL RECORDED AND ACCEPTED CANON. BUT WHAT I MEANT WAS AFTER THE MOVIE. YOU KNOW...)
I wave off his concern.
"*pfft* So you got a little loose. It's fine. It was happy hour at Chili's after all. What're a few drinks between friends for? *giggles* To be honest though...It was cute as hell seeing you drunk and still win the trivia tournament."
He blushes a faint hue of purple and rubs the back of his skull.
"โ โ ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐โ โ โโ๐ฏ๐ง ๐งโโ โ ๐ โโ โ ๐โ๐ง โ โ ๐ฌ" (THANKS. BUT THAT'S STILL NOT WHAT I WAS REFERRING TO.)
"Then what?"
"โก ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโก ๐ ๐ ๐ฏโ ๐ฃ ๐ฃ๐ โ" (YOU...YOU DON'T REMEMBER?)
"Remember what?"
He's about to say it but hesitates. Moving up to me and whispering in my ear.
"๐ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐โ ๐ ๐ฃโ๐ ๐โ๐ฌ" (WE...WE KIND OF MADE OUT.)
"...Really?"
"โก โ ๐ฌ" (YEAH.)
I blush but just smile.
"Well, that doesn't sound as bad as you were making it. Silly skeleton."
"โ โโ๐ฏ๐ง โ โ โ โโ โ๐ฑ๐ฑ ๐๐ฌ" (THAT'S NOT ALL THAT HAPPENED.)
"Oh..."
"โโ โ๐ฑ๐ฑ ๐ โ๐โโ โ ๐ โโ๐ฃ ๐ง โโ โ ๐งโโ๐ โ โ๐ฌ โ โ ๐ฃโก ๐โ ๐ฌ โ ๐ง ๐ฃ ๐ฃ โโ โก ๐ ๐ฑ โ๐ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ" (IT HAPPENED QUITE A FEW TIMES AT THE RESTAURANT. THEN IN MY CAR. THEN SOME MORE AT YOUR PLACE...)
"Uh...Just how far did this go?"
He puts his hands up defensively.
" โ โ โโ โ ๐ช โ ๐ง๐ โ โ โโ ๐ฃ ๐งโ๐ช ๐ ๐ฃโโก โโ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ โ โโโ ๐ช ๐๐โ โ โ โ ๐ง โ ๐๐ง๐ฌ" (NOT THAT FAR, I SWEAR! AT MOST, WE MAY HAVE FOOLED AROUND A LITTLE, BUT NOTHING TOO SERIOUS.)
I sigh with relief.
"That's good. Wait...What is 'too serious'?"
"๐ โ โ ๐งโโโก ๐ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ง ๐ฑโ โ ๐โ โ ๐ฃ๐ง๐ฌ โ ๐โ๐ง โ ๐ ๐๐ โ ๐ โ ๐ โก ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฌ" (CLOTHING STAYED ON AND WE SLEPT IN DIFFERENT ROOMS. I WAS ON THE COUCH AND LEFT BEFORE YOU WOKE UP.)
"...That explains why none of that rings a bell with me."
"โก ๐ ๐โ๐ ๐โ ๐ฃ โ โ๐ โโ๐ฃ โ โโ โก ๐๐ฏโ โ ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฃ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ฌ" (YOU DID WARN ME AHEAD OF TIME THAT YOU'VE NEVER CONSUMED ALCOHOL BEFORE.)
"I remember it did not taste good straight."
"โ โโ๐ฏ๐ง ๐ โก โก ๐ โ โ ๐ ๐ฃโโ โ โ ๐ฃ โ ๐ง ๐โ๐ง๐ฌ" (THAT'S WHY YOU TRIED MIXING THEM IN SODAS.)
I smack my forehead.
"Remind me not to do that again next time."
"โก โ ๐ช โก ๐ โ โ โก ๐ ๐ โก โ ๐โโ โโ ๐ โก ๐๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐โโโ๐ช ๐ โโโ" (YEAH, YOU GET REALLY BOLDLY AFFECTIONATE WHEN YOU'RE...WAIT, WHAT?)
He looks at me surprised.
"What?"
"โ ๐ฏ๐ง โ โ โ โโ๐ฃ โ โก ๐ ๐ฃ โ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโก ๐ ๐งโโ ๐โ โ โ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ฃ โ" (THERE'S A NEXT TIME? YOU MEAN...YOU STILL WANT TO BE AROUND ME?)
"Uh...Yeah. Why not? You free tonight?"
"๐ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโก๐ซโก ๐ง๐ฌ" (UH...Y-YES.)
"Cool. Because I'm so challenging you for the title of trivia master."
He chuckles and pats my back.
"โก ๐ ๐โ โ โก๐ช โโโ ๐ฌ โก ๐ ๐โ ๐ โโโ โก โ โก๐ฌ" (YOU CAN TRY, LITTLE ONE. YOU CAN CERTAINLY TRY.)
"And the loser pays the bill."
" ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ โโ โโ โก ๐ ๐โ โ โ ๐โก โ ๐ฌ" (HEHEH...BETTER HAVE YOUR WALLET HANDY THEN.)
[Later that night after much merriment and trivia festivities]
We drunkenly stumble into Wingding's home. My hands snake around him as he fumbles with his keys, feeling down his pants for his hipbone with reckless abandon, making him fight back a deep shudder.
" โก ๐งโ ๐ช ๐ฑ โ๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐โโโ โโ โ ๐ ๐ง โ ๐ โ ๐งโ๐ฌ" (LYNSIE, PLEASE...WAIT TILL I CLOSE THE DOOR FIRST.)
"Relax, Gaster. I just want you to feel good. It's called being a generously gracious loser."
" ๐๐งโ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ โ โ ๐ ๐๐ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ฑ โ ๐ง ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฌ โ ๐ ๐ฏโ ๐โ โ โ ๐โ๐ ๐ฃโก ๐ โ ๐ง๐ฌ" (JUST...GO TO THE COUCH AND KEEP THE SOUND LOW. I DON'T WANT TO WAKE MY BROTHERS.)
"*whisper* Okay...But don't keep me waiting...Headmaster~."
I swayed over to the couch, trying to be sexy but most likely looking silly to a sober person. Wingding locks the door and approaches me, sitting down thus allowing me to resume our fun. I pull his tie off slowly and begin unbuttoning his vest then shirt. His hands feel along my sides, tracing the curves of my form and taking the time to traverse the clothe that rest upon the supple warm flesh his bones crave.
"๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ โก ๐ โ โก โ ๐ง โ ๐ โโ โ ๐ฃโโ ๐ฑโ โโก๐ฌ" (SO...WHY DO THEY NEVER SERVE BEER AT A MATH PARTY.)
"Huh?"
"๐ ๐โ๐๐ง โก ๐ ๐โ ๐ฏโ ๐ โ ๐ โ ๐ ๐ โโ ๐ฌ" (BECAUSE YOU CAN'T DRINK AND DERIVE.)
I snicker and move onto his lap, peeling away his torso coverings and feeling up his ribs, making him suck in air in bliss.
"What three candies can you find in every school?"
"๐ โโโ" (WHAT?)
"Nerds, DumDums, and smarties."
"โ ๐ โ๐ง โ ๐ฃ๐ โ ๐โโ ๐ช ๐ โโ โ๐ง โ ๐ฃ๐ โ โ๐ โ" (IF H2O IS THE FORMULA FOR WATER, WHAT IS THE FORMULA FOR ICE?)
"I don't know."
" ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฌ" (H2O CUBED.)
"I heard oxygen went on a date with potassium today."
"๐โ๐ โโ ๐โ" (DID IT NOW?)
"It went 'OK'."
He chuckles and leans into me, planting kisses on my neck.
"โ โ ๐ โ โ โก ๐โ๐ง ๐โโโ ๐ฃโ ๐งโ๐๐ฃโ ๐ฏ ๐ฃ ๐ฏ๐ช โ โโ" (I THOUGHT OXYGEN WAS DATING MAGNESIUM? 'OMG', RIGHT?)
Even when our minds are under the influence, we can't help but fall into our most basic traits.
"*giggles* Actually, oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like 'NO'."
"*snickers* โ โ ๐ โ โ โก โ๐ โ โโ ๐ ๐๐ ๐โ ๐ ๐โโ โ โก๐ โ๐โ ๐งโ ๐๐ง โ๐ ๐ง ๐ฃ ๐ฏ๐ง โ ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฌ" (*SNICKERS* I THOUGHT OXYGEN HAD THAT DOUBLE BIND WITH THE HYDROGEN TWINS? LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE'S AN 'HO'.)
"NaBrO."
He can't help but laugh at this nutty line of science jokes. He's not known for partaking in them like this, but if the jokes are in his line of knowledge, then they will tickle his funny bone. Plus, his brother Classic and a good number of my other bony friends are masters in the art of punning. So my skills in jokes are all thanks to them.
"I wish I was adenine."
"โก ๐ ๐ โ" (YOU DO?)
"Yeah...then I could get paired with U."
"๐ โโ โ๐ง โ โ๐งโ ๐งโ ๐โโก โ ๐ โ ๐ฃโ โ ๐ง โ โ ๐ ๐ฃ ๐ง ๐ฃ โ" (WHAT IS THE FASTEST WAY TO DETERMINE THE SEX OF A CHROMOSOME?)
"Do tell."
"๐ฑ๐ ๐ ๐ โโ๐ง ๐งโ๐ฌ" (PULL DOWN ITS GENES~.)
"Mmmm...Don't mind if I do~."
He flinches a little when I unfasten his belt and zip his pants down.
"*shudder* ๐ซ โโโ โ ๐ช ๐ ๐ฏโ โก ๐ โ โ ๐โ" (*SHUDDER* G-GETTING EAGER, DON'T YOU THINK?)
"Is that a complaint?"
" โ โก ๐ โ ๐ฌ" (NOT ON YOUR LIFE.)
"Good. Then allow me to work my magic on you. Because not only are we scientists, but we have the ability to do each other on a table, periodically."
I trace my fingers in between each sensitive bone. Hazily memorizing the smooth texture and enjoying the way his face shifted differently when certain places were touched.
"I'm going to learn how to please your body the same way you teach me about the Krebs Cycle...By going over it repeatedly every few semesters~."
He gulps as I lean into his chest, curling my tongue around ribs and sucking on them slowly. He groans as his hands claw at me, one in my hair clutches my head so it can't move away and the other is under my thigh to help the support.
" ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐ฏโ ๐งโ ๐ฑ โโ โก ๐ ๐ฑ ๐ฑ ๐ฃโก ๐งโก โโโ ๐โ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ" (OOOOOH...DON'T STOP TILL YOU POP MY SYNOVIAL FLUID...)
"*coos* As long as you bring your stirring rod, I'll bring my beaker~."
The hand in my hair pulls me up and he slams his mouth to my own, deepening the kiss with his magic made tongue.
"๐ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโก ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ โโ โ โก ๐งโโก๐ฌ *moans* โโ๐ฏ๐ง โ โ ๐งโ โ โ ๐๐ฃ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ*shudder* ๐๐โ โ ๐ฃ โโ โ โ โ โ๐ ๐ โ ๐โ๐๐ฌ" (WELL...YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY. *MOANS* IT'S NOT THE SIZE OF THE FLAGELLUM...*SHUDDER* BUT THE MOTION OF THE EXTRACELLULAR FLUID.)
"Then why don't you and me...*groans* take this potential energy...*swoons* add some acceleration...*gasp* and make some kinetic energy all over this couch~."
He pulls me back and we just stare at each other for some time.
"โ โก ๐ ๐ง๐ โก ๐ ๐โ โ โ โ๐งโ โ ๐ฃ โ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ ๐ ๐ฏโ โโ โ ๐ โ โกโ โ ๐ฌ" (ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT THIS? I MEAN...WE DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING.)
"Gaster...I'm as positive as a proton. So don't be a negative electron. Or else this will become as exciting as a neutron...no charge."
"โ โ โ๐ช โ โ โโ๐ฌ ๐๐งโ ๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐โ ๐ฌ" (ALRIGHT, I GET IT. JUST DOUBLE CHECKING.)
In one fluid motion, he pulls my shirt up and off me to join the other removed clothes scattered on the floor. He looks at me, then looks at my chest, now back to me, now back at body, now back to me.
"You okay?"
"โก ๐ ๐ฃ๐๐งโ ๐ โ ๐ฑ โ๐ง ๐ฌ ๐ ๐โ๐๐ง โ๐ฏ๐ฃ ๐งโโ โ โโ โก ๐ ๐ โโโ ๐ ๐๐ฌ" (YOU MUST BE TELOPHASE. BECAUSE I'M STARING AT YOUR CLEAVAGE FURROW.)
It takes a moment before I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing out loud.
"Oh my god...You are so bad that it's actually sexy."
" โ โ โก ๐โโก โ ๐โ ๐๐ง โ โโ ๐ฌ" (NOT EVERY DAY I CAN USE THAT ONE.)
"Well if that's the case...If I was an endoplasmic reticulum, how would you want me...smooth or rough~?"
His face blushes deeply and he blanks of emotion. Suddenly he moves me off him so he can stand up. He hastily picks me up and blots to his room, kicking his pants off along the way. His underwear shakes off till it's around his ankle and it would've been fine till it catches on the door when he tries closing it, so we tumble over each other.
Thank god we're wasted or that would've hurt a lot more. Now a sober person would be so turned off by being dropped on the ground with the efficiency of a farmer chucking a feed bag into the back of their wagon, but not us. In our messed up state, we found this hilarious. Laughing as we get back up, totally not caring if there are two other people sleeping at whatever time of the night this is, and fooling around as we get to his bed.
I shove him onto the bed, putting on a sloppy striptease of removing my skirt and panties, finishing with the unveiling of my ample chest. While he clearly appreciates the show, the dropping of my skirt alone made him produce a magical purple member and by the time he sees my breasts that bad boy is at full mast.
"You know, I can supply the Ligase to lengthen your strand. Or how about a little Telomerase to extend DAT chromosome~?"
Resting on his elbows, he licks wipes away some escaping drool and gulps with a weary smile.
"โ ๐ ๐ฏโ ๐ ๐๐ฌ โ โ โ ๐ โ ๐ฑ โ๐ฃ โ โ ๐ฌ" (I DON'T KNOW. I LOVE A GOOD THREE PRIME OVERHANG.)
"Three? Oh no sir. You are more of a good hard five prime end to me."
"โก ๐ โโโ ๐ฃ ๐ช โโโ ๐ฌ" (YOU FLATTER ME, LITTLE ONE.)
I crawl on top of him and kiss up his ribcage.
"How about we make like the change of base law, with you on the bottom, and me on top~?"
" โก โ โก ๐๐ฏ ๐ โ โ ๐โก โโ โ ๐ฃโก โ ๐ โ โ๐ ๐ฌ" (ONLY IF YOU'LL BE THE ALKYLATE TO MY ALKOXIDE.)
"Okay, but why?"
"๐ ๐โ๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโโ๐ฏ๐ง ๐๐ ๐ฑ โ โ๐ โ ๐ โ๐โก โ ๐โ๐๐๐งโ๐ โโโโ๐๐ โ โ ๐โ โก ๐๐ฌ" (BECAUSE...IT'S NUCLEOPHILIC AND READY TO BACKSIDE ATTACK THE HALOGEN OUT OF YOU.)
He spanks me and I yelp. This first worries him, that fear subsides when he sees the giddy look on my face.
"No more waiting. Once you hit my G1 spot, we'll get this cell cycle started~."
"โ โ ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฑ โ๐ฃ โ ๐ โโ ๐ง ๐ช โ ๐ ๐ ๐ โ ๐โโ โก ๐ โ ๐ โ โ ๐ โโ ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ฃ ๐ฃ โก ๐ ๐๐๐ง๐ฌ" (IF I COULD PROGRAM THE UNIVERSE, I WOULD ALLOCATE YOU AND I IN CONTIGUOUS MEMORY BLOCKS.)
"Gaster, slip between these beta-pleated sheets and get to know my alpha-helix."
He shudders hard and grabs my face, pulling me into a heated kiss while my body does the rest of the work. Straddling the delirious skeleton, any restraint evaporates as I lower myself, my aching virgin flower desperate for contact. My thighs quiver as I touch his wobbling column of maleness, the slick pre-goo coating my engorged clit, smothering it with tingling warmth. Oblivious to the apparent size difference, my body pushes downwards, my knees giving out, forcing his member against the entrance roughly. The need to be speared on his magic made boner is an overwhelming urge, egged on by the leaking pre-goo currently pumping into my love hole. With strength born of unnatural lust, I grip his shoulders and drive myself downwards, feeling myself stretch painfully as I take in his length.
Keeping the kiss, I feel his hands grab me by the thighs, forcefully grinding up and down along his length. Every inch of his towering slick rod presses tightly against my inner walls, smearing more of his wondrous pre-goo into my body with every stroke. Now with this rhythm in mind, I pick up the pace, heartbeat thudding in my ears as like a guiding metronome, making him convulse as his man-bit vibrates as I slam down on it over and over again. I find myself swooning loudly at the feeling of him thickening, bulging out at the base and slowly fattening inside me until it feels I might burst. With a throaty moan, he cums, erupting magic goo into what feels like my womb. My eyes roll back as it fills me, swooning as I feel the liquid pleasure seeping into me. My wall clamp down, trapping his essence inside, his orgasm dragging on. The copious fluid attempts filling my needy core. But I'm not ready to end it yet.
"Gaster..."
He pants and lazily looks at me.
"โก๐ซโก ๐งโ" (Y-YES?)
"You know...It's not the length of the vector that counts, but how you apply the force. And right now, there's some intense pressure in my core that needs you to add further heat to make my diamonds. Get the hint?"
My words rattle in his skull before his sockets widen.
"๐ ๐ ๐งโ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ช ๐๐ โ ๐ ๐ โ ๐ฌ" (UNDERSTOOD DEAR, LOUD AND CLEAR.)
The once very professional skeleton grabs me around the waist and flips me over while somehow maintaining our sexual connection. Now taking the reins of this drunken dance of ours, he fondles my softball-sized jugs, squeezing and mauling them with his calcified hands. Lulling to his care, he gives no warning when he shoves himself down hard into me, slamming his hips forward in an especially deep thrust. My eyes go wide in shock, seeing stars as he rams the massive member past spots that break my intoxicated mind. Wingding works his hips fast, piston-pumping his long shaft in and out. The rampant babbling coming from my mouth hiccups with his every thrust, and my body is racked by oncoming orgasm after possible orgasm.
"Aaah...Oooooh...Gaster...Aaah-aaah-oooh...Yes...Yes...Don't stop~!"
" ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ โ โ๐ช ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฃ๐ฃ โก ๐ โ๐ โ โโ โ โ๐ช ๐ โ โก ๐ โ๐ โ ๐ฃ โ ๐งโ๐ โก ๐๐ฌ โ ๐ฃ โก ๐ โ๐ โโ๐ฌ" (OOOO...HAHA, MMMM YOU LIKE THAT A LOT, HUH? YOU LIKE FEELING ME INSIDE YOU. TELL ME YOU LIKE IT.)
"I love it! Oh yeah...Oh, there...right there! Take me! I need it! Harder! More please!"
"โก ๐ง๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ช โก ๐งโ โโ๐ โโโ โโโ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ โก ๐งโ ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌโโ๐ โ โโโ โโ๐ โโโ โโ๐ ๐ฃโก โ ๐ช ๐ฃโก ๐๐งโ๐ช โ ๐ โ ๐ฃโก ๐ โ โ " (YES...OH GOD, YES! TAKE IT! AAAH...LYNSIE...TAKE ALL OF IT! TAKE IT! TAKE MY LOVE, MY LUST, AND ALL OF MY BEING!)
"G-gaster...So hard...So tight...So hot...Oooooh...Ah...Aahh..."
The sensation of him filling me up causes deep shudders to rip from the depths of my throat. My head begins to swim as he rakes along my inner walls, tugging, catching and massaging from the inside as he starts to vibrate in building release, causing me to lock my legs around his torso in hopes of smashing him to limits unknown. As my mouth hangs open in lust, he loses himself to the ecstasy, roughly impaling himself in me hard enough to leave bruises on the pair of us. His eyes clenched tightly shut as he revels in the feeling of my warm wet insides lavish him in all the right ways. Eventually, his efforts finally force me over the edge, my hungry sex lips clench tightly over him, rhythmically squeezing as it attempts to milk his shaft, and he certainly doesn't disappoint. With a yell loud enough to match how much the bed has been quaking, he erupts violently within me, his hot magic love goo pouring into my depths again, his face twisted into a snarl of pleasure and satisfaction.
Slowly I start to come down from this orgasmic high, mostly because I'm about to past out. The sensations are beginning to settle, but then I realize Wingding isn't slowing down. His hips carry on with their pumping right through his orgasm and continually slam into me. He persists long after the climax knocks him out, masterfully working me the entire time. I fight the urge to black out solely out of sheer respect for his ability and curiosity to know how many times he can go for. I lose count rather quickly thanks to my brain shutting down and the couple more orgasms I get along the way, but after his final release, his hips slow down till they just stop. His member fades inside me, copious oddly satisfying fluids struggle to stay inside me, but there's no doubt a sticky purple stain on his sheets. With his body draped over mine, I limply put my arms around him and fall into a blissful sex-induced sleep.
[Meanwhile: In the hallway]
An alert Papyrus and a groggy Sans stare at their elder sibling's bedroom door in utter disbelief.
"SANS..."
"yeah?"
"DID YOU HEAR LYNSIE'S VOICE IN ALL THAT?"
"yeah."
"SHOULD WE...SHOULD WE DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT? I'M UNSURE HOW TO PROCESS THIS."
"i don't think that would the wisest move to make."
"THEN WHAT DO WE DO?"
"do? we do nothing."
"THAT'S NOT HELPFUL."
"sometimes there are things you can't do anything about."
"BUT...IT FEELS SO AWKWARD."
"i know. but it's too late to do anything and i don't think anyone wants to see what's on the other side of that door after hearing the stuff e heard."
"YOU MAKE A GOOD POINT THERE."
"now, let's just get back to bed and try not to dream about whatever just happened in there. okay, pap?"
"OKAY. GOODNIGHT, SANS."
"goodnight, pap. and...*yawns* sweet dreams."
Papyrus returns to his room but Sans continues to linger a little bit out of sleepiness.
"heh...didn't think those two could get that wild. *yawns* i'm so putting them through the walk of shame in the morning."
With that, Sans sluggishly returns to his room and his bed. The tomorrow was going to be interesting.
