Human History with Meda proved to be a breeze, since you were, you know, human. The class was researching Medieval Europe, and you remembered doing a project about it in Year 8; you came close to completing in one lesson what the class had been working on for weeks.
You had monsters begging you for answers across the board, really.
Lunch came and went - you, Meda and Leo had to help Felix re-groom the singed fur of his tail after a tragic but hilarious accident with a Bunsen burner in Science - as did your final two lessons of Drama and Geography, with Felix and Leo respectively. As it turned out, Felix was pretty good at acting.
You waited with Leo on the porch-like structure by the car park outside, where you had all agreed to meet up beforehand; Leo had followed you to your locker and scared the life out of you with a toy spider, the jerk. You shivered a bit and gathered your hoodie around yourself, flipping the hood over your head. You almost looked like a ghost; white hoodie, light, ripped jeans, and black hair just peeking out from under the hood.
Leo suddenly pointed out Felix and Meda coming around the corner and the two of you went to greet them.
Meda was holding the hand of a smaller wolf-child, who had golden eyes even brighter than her own and tan fur that was shaggy and looked silky-soft. He only looked to be about five or six; though, it was hard to tell with monsters. He looked up at you, his eyes wide and curious, then with his free hand pulled on the hem of Meda's shirt.
"Is dat a hooman, Meda?"
Meda gave a rumbling chuckle that resembled a growl due to her parentage and slung her free arm around your shoulders. "Yup! This is Polaris. Polar, this is my little bro, Kit."
Kit gave you a measuring look, one ear twitching cutely - you had the sudden urge to touch them, but decided against it - before he walked towards you and put his arms up expectantly.
Having dealt with kids before, you took the signal and lifted him up into your arms, smiling as he giggled joyously at the sudden change in height. Meda grinned and ruffled the longer fur between her brother's ears and waved the group onwards to a nearby sushi shop.
"He loves humans," Meda explained as you amused the wolf-child by folding your napkin into an assortment of different animals. You even made a wolf and laughed as he tried to talk to it, responding to him in a gruff, mean voice, moving the napkin animal comically as you spoke, much to his delight. "I don't know why, he just does."
You grinned at her, putting down the napkin, to Kit's displeasure, with he voiced with a pathetic-sounding mewl. "Well, we are pretty awesome."
Felix was staring in awe at the napkin, his tail waving wildly behind him as he leaned on the table. Leo stood next to him with an amused smirk. "Woah! Leo, did you see it? Did you, did you? The napkin turned into a wolf!"
"Sure did Felix," Leo responded bemusedly. "Don't let it bite ya."
Felix jumped away from the table with a girlish squeak. Leo proceeded to chase him around the store with the napkin between his claws, making sound effects between his bouts of laughter.
You watched with a mixture of bemusement and a strange sense of calm as they ran around, much to the annoyance of the other customers. Eventually, after you saw some of the staff giving them looks colder than the cold rolls they were selling, you decided to stop their fun. "Leo, stop terrorising your brother!"
Leo grinned sheepishly at you over his shoulder from where he had cornered Felix and threw the napkin onto your table without looking. "Fine, fine."
You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall behind the counter, where the staff were still giving your group evil looks. 4:15. "I'd better be heading off, guys; I gotta make a stop before I head home."
Felix grinned at you, but still didn't get too close to the napkin on the table. "See ya tomorrow, Polar!"
After similar farewells from the others - and a hyperactive hug from Kit - you left the store and began the trek down the road to the bus stop.
The daffodils were on special. A bunch of them for only a few dollars; you got as many as you could afford and took the bus back to your home in Burnside Hill. You opened the gate in the fence that led to your back yard, and placed the flowers carefully by the simple wooden marker by the back fence: 'In Memory of a Loving Sister'. You hadn't had the heart to carve out her name back then, and still couldn't so much as think of it, even after just over five years.
You looked to the slightly raised mound of dirt near the kitchen window, where the grass grew just a little bit thicker. Best not think about that, either.
You entered the house through the back door, which connected to the kitchen, and away from the biting cold of the wind. You saw your father asleep on the couch and had to stop yourself from smothering his face with a pillow, instead calming yourself with an ice-cold glass of water.
The truck was gone from the house across the road from the bus stop when you had arrived. You couldn't help feeling a bit disappointed. You'd wanted at least to see who the newbies were.
Maybe even warn them. You shook the thought from your head as soon as it came.
The silence in the house was nearly deafening after the chaotic noise of the school. You finished your drink and looked in your stash of money to see how much you had; there was a new, monster-owned eatery a few blocks away, and you wanted to try it, if only for a change in schedule. You hadn't had the chance to go shopping like you had planned. You also couldn't stand the oppressing atmosphere in the house. And there was probably only enough leftover stir-fry in the fridge to feed your father.
You decided to stop creating reasons to justify going out for dinner.
Seeing you had what you suspected was enough, you left a note to your father - not that he'd wonder where you were, if he woke up at all - and left the house as quietly as you could, grabbing a black scarf as an afterthought.
The air was colder than a few minutes ago, the sun completely covered up by clouds. You wrapped the scarf around your neck and set off down the street, shoving your hands in your pockets and tugging your hood over your head. You buried your face in your scarf and sighed. While you didn't mind the cold weather, you didn't want to get frostbite, either.
Eventually, you came to the building you had seen a week or so ago on your way home from school; a restaurant simply called "Grillby's". You opened the door and sighed with relief at the warm rush of air that greeted you. You looked around to see a few monsters giving you odd looks before returning to their meals and conversations. There was a table full of dog-like monsters playing poker to your left, and some weird-looking ones on your right, so, not wanting to disturb either groups for separate reasons, you went straight ahead.
You walked up to the bar - at least, you guessed it was a bar, seeing as the flame-wreathed man standing behind it was dressed in a bartender's getup - and sat down a few seats away from the only other person at the bar, a short figure in a blue hoodie. A menu was placed in front of you by the fire monster, and you looked over it's contents.
You glanced back up at the bartender and said, "I'll have a burger, please."
The man nodded and went to the back of the restaurant and through a fire exit. You struggled not to scoff; you couldn't go through the fire exit. You weren't a fire.
"you're a new one, aren'cha? haven't seen ya around before."
You looked over at the figure in the hoodie, who had flipped his hood down to reveal that he was, in fact, a skeleton. A wide grin was set into his teeth as he eyed you with interest, round lights in his empty eye sockets glinting as if made from tiny gemstones.
"Uh, yeah, I only noticed this place a few days ago. I wanted to try it out."
The skeleton gave a throaty chuckle. "heh, you're more gutsy than most other humans, then."
"What do you mean?" you asked as your ordered food was placed in front of you; you thanked the bartender and tried to contain the drool dripping from your mouth at the aroma.
"oh come on, surely you're not so naïve to not notice how we're shunned aside." The skeleton then shook his head with another chuckle. "but never mind me being depressing. the name's sans. sans the skeleton."
He offered you a bony hand and you took it cautiously. "Polaris," you said. "You come here often?"
"... he's one of my regulars."
You looked up as the bartender spoke in a low, gravelly voice that oddly resembled the crackling of flames. You smiled sheepishly and gestured to your now empty plate; to be honest, you didn't know how that happened, but there was a delicious taste in your mouth that belied your missing memory.
"If the food is always this good I might join him."
The man's flames sparked a little, burning brighter for a moment, as if he were flushed. "... thanks."
Sans stood up from his stool and waved to the bartender. "i gotta run, grillby. gotta pick the kid up from undyne's place. just put the grub on my tab."
Grillby sighed frustratedly; a sound not unlike the hissing of a fire doused with water. "... you aren't going to pay that off any time soon, are you Sans?"
The skeleton just waved again over his shoulder with a laugh and was lost to the cold air outside.
You smiled to yourself and put some money on the counter to pay for your own meal; the food was actually very reasonably priced. You bid Grillby goodbye and followed Sans out into the wind.
After the warmth of the restaurant, the air outside was particularly cutting. The clouds were really dark now, even though you had only been inside for ten minutes at most. You saw a distant flash of lightning and hurried back down the street. Sans was nowhere in sight.
Your father was still asleep when you arrived home. You dumped your scarf and hoodie on the dining table - not that anyone actually used it as one - and sighed. You slid to the ground and put your back against the front door. You didn't move until your father woke up.
(Very late) Merry Christmas and (not as late) Happy New Year!
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OKAY, YES, I KNOW, I AM A HORRIBLE PERSON, I HAVEN'T UPDATED IN SOOOOO LONG...
Anyway, I do have a reason. Aside from the delay I expected due to school stuff, and the usual socialising (*shudders*) that is expected around Christmas and New Year's, I had end-of-year exams and had two people in the family pass away in the space of a week, so there was the funerals and stuff so yeah, sorry... BUT I'M BACK NOW! :D
Multiple-Characters1-Acct: Hehe, maybe so! (Hopefully I'm underestimating how much people hate me now that I haven't updated... ^^')