*The sun sets in the rainy sky, and the end of summer now is nigh... the gleam of two pieces of glass is spotted in the moon light* I have returned! (Dying fanfare)
So, who thought that I should have been updating more than I have been? I do! But summer got away from me, mostly lying about, attending some college visits, attending a writing camp, contemplating how this all adds up to my inevitable death, ha ha ha. (Cries inside)
So, anyway, I forced myself to write something. And write something I did! I hope you enjoy, but first, a message for FuzzyElf24: Sorry about the weird PM, it turns out I did have a chapter about Chara (kind of). That's me, forgetting my own stuff. The bonus at the bottom is dedicated to you! (It won't kill you, I promise.) Now everyone sit back, relax, and enjoy a late night read!
The No-lympic Nope-ening Ceremony
"I mean, I guess that does sound fun, but I thought the Olympics were for adults or something," Sans said.
Linda shook her head slightly. "Well, the real ones are, of course, but in the spirit of the season, inviting students from other elementary schools to our school for a week of sport games could be a great fundraiser and a brand new tradition for the county to enjoy! Credit going to me, of course."
Helen raised her hand. "Aren't some of the Olympians, like, twelve?"
"Keep reading your lemon square magazine, Helen."
"Okay."
It was nearing the end of the school year. Summer technically hadn't arrived yet, but the air was hot and dry in Ebott Town. The air conditioner hummed loudly against the wall of the fifth grade science room, where the tables had been pushed together for the meeting. Flowey had found this extremely inconvenient, as he couldn't get the wheels of his wagon over the edges of the tables without jostling erratically, so he had opted to staying in one spot while shouting at everyone, making sure to never have a meeting in that room again.
Linda sat opposite the air conditioner, near the head of the table, and smiled proudly as murmurs of agreement reached her ears.
Sans rested his chin in his bony hand and nodded slowly. "It does actually sound like a good plan. And since I don't know too much about the Aerobics, you'll have to take charge if no one else wants it. Look at that, Linda; you get to be in charge of something."
"I do," Linda said with a grin, not even bothered by Sans' mistake.
BEEP BEEP!
"Hold the phone, please!" Flowey called out. Gloria took the phone from him. "Thanks. Now listen up you two. We're going to have to vote on this..."
Everyone who was listening in nodded their heads and looked at each other happily.
"We seem to have a majority~," Linda sang-sung.
Flowey whined, "It's so much woooork," before he flopped his head on the table in defeat. "Fine, it's not like we had anything to do anyway, but you do it, because I don't wanna."
"Alright~!" Linda was practically bouncing with joy.
"Wow Linda, if you're this excited, then you should probably stop using sugar in your tea and try SpLinda instead." (Note: I don't own Splenda or whatever it's called. I'm trying to make a joke here, just go with it.)
"Shut up, Sans, your dumb puns won't bring me down! I haven't been in charge in forever!"
"Three months is not forever, Linda."
"I told you to shut up! Now, I'll make a list of all the things we'll need to work on for the games! I'll handle talking to the county board with Flowey for approval once we're done, but let's toss out some things to work on."
"The actual games the kids have to play?" Sans suggested. Linda nodded and wrote it down.
"Making a game schedule," someone called.
"Uniforms!"
"Ticket prices?"
"The week and the times!"
"Making a flag!"
"Who to invite?"
"Should we offer snacks?"
"The opening ceremony..."
Linda stopped her pen and looked up. "Did someone say something?"
"Uh... I did..."
Everyone turned to the chair nearest the exit, where a single ghost with big watery eyes floated slowly like water currents.
"Who is that?" someone asked.
The ghost's drifting became a bit more erratic. "I'm Napstablook... I'm at every meeting. All the time..."
"...Oh," Linda said awkwardly.
"Even the one that got cancelled and I didn't know until I got there?" Helen asked.
"Yeah..." There was silence for a moment. "Oh... I'm sorry; I shouldn't have interrupted you all..."
"No, uh, it's fine," Linda said quickly, "could you just repeat what had suggested?"
"Oh, well... I thought there could maybe be an opening ceremony... like in the real Olympics..."
"There's a whole ceremony for this thing? It's a bigger deal than I thought," Sans mused.
Linda sniffed and tossed her hair. "How could you not know there's an opening ceremony?"
"I mean, Frisk stayed up to watch it, but it looked like a bunch of people talking to me, so I fell asleep."
"I guess it figures that a monster like you wouldn't understand how important these games are."
"Um... I'm a monster," Napstablook said quietly, "and I watch the Olympics... with my cousin..."
"...Oh," said Linda, ignoring the sign Gloria was holding that said 'Get dunked on'. "Well, anyway, an opening ceremony would be a great idea, Mr. Napstablook. Do you have any suggestions?"
"Wow... a genuine compliment," Napstablook breathed. "Um, okay, uh... I was thinking... we could ask Mettaton—"
"Let me stop you right there," Linda held up her hand. "Mettaton, popular as he is withcertain... characters, wouldn't come to a children's game competition for an opening ceremony, and besides, what could he do that wouldn't be inappropriate or boring to the children?"
"He'd come if I asked him..." Napstablook said. "Because... he's my cousin..."
"Wait, what?" Linda said.
Suddenly, the floor shook and a circular platform spun slowly up from the floor, with Mettaton posing on top.
"This is highly illegal!" Linda shrieked. "I'll tell the school board you've been making platforms on school property without permission!"
"Aren't we on the second floor?" Helen wondered.
"Hello, everybody!" Mettaton trilled. "Sans just texted me about a brilliant idea that my dear, sweet cousin made just now!" He skipped off the platform and belly slid across the table in front of Napstablook. "I want to hear everything! Lay it on me!"
"Well... if you want me to... Linda wanted to make an Olympic games for the schools in the county, and I said maybe you could be part of the opening ceremony... if you wanted to, I mean..."
Mettaton rested his chin in his hands, kicking his boots absently.
"Well..." Napstablook said slowly. "Then Linda said that wouldn't be a good idea... because you'd be busy... oh..." his eyes became even waterier. "I shouldn't have bothered you with this... I'm sorry—"
"Fantastic!" Mettaton cheered suddenly. "You've spoken your mind, darling, and your mind is full of the most wonderful ideas!" He brushed some loose tears off of his cousin's face, fashioned them into a dapper hat, and set it on Napstablook's head. "Blooky, Blooky, never doubt for a second that I wouldn't drop everything to come to your aid! We'll be the best part of the opening ceremony, so good they'll have wished they had us for the real deal!"
"W-we? They?" Napstablook stuttered.
"You and me, of course!" Mettaton hugged his cousin to his chest and began rolling around on the table. "We'll be the grand finale! And by they, I mean them. You know, the they in the know."
"Hang on a second—" Linda began to stand up.
"Can it, Linda, they're bonding," Sans said. "Why don't you try to be a good sport?"
"SHUT UP, SANS!" Everyone yelled.
Bonus
Helen rushed into the teacher's lounge wearing a dripping rain coat and carrying a tray of lemon squares. "I'm sorry I'm late! There was traffic, and rain, and..." She stopped. The room was empty, save for a ghost in the back of the room. Helen looked in the mirror that was hanging on the wall because plot device. "Where is everyone?" she asked.
Suddenly, the reflection of a child in a striped sweater popped up beside her. "Oh, the meeting got canceled. Flowey sent out an email about it a bit ago."
Helen jumped and turned to the kid who looked an awful lot like Sans' kid, Fruits or whatever their name was. "Um, hello," she said awkwardly. "Where are your parents?"
"Elsewhere. I'm just wandering around. Doing my thing. What's that?" They pointed at Helen's tray.
"Oh, these?" Helen removed the tinfoil and proudly displayed her creation. "They're my lemon squares! Would you like one?"
The kid stared at the lemon squares for a few seconds. Then they looked up at Helen with solid black eyes. "No chocolate." They said. Helen screamed and ran out of the school.
Head canon I don't actually think #17: Mettaton, if he's unable to kick down the door (like if the classroom is too small for that), he can rise through the floor on a platform that's magic or something and not actually built as part of the school. Bonus points if you get the reference. Also, he and Napstablook are best cousins.
Head canon I don't actually think #18: OCP- One Crossover Pairing- Napstablook diamonds Canada. Bonus points if you know those references.
And, done! Tonight is the closing ceremony for the Rio Olympics, which is sad, but it was an amazing year for everyone. Well done, all! Write your favorite thing about the Olympics in a review!
Frankly, I don't think monsters would get to be a part of the Olympics for a while. There'd be a lot of debate over, like their strengths in comparison to humans, if they'd be part of national teams or be in a separate team, etcetera. Someday, maybe, they'd get to make their own team for the Olympics or something.
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