Meeting new people.
If Sans had an eyebrow he'd be raising it.
Linda came walking in, a small three year old boy on her hip as she sauntered to her seat. Sans never seen this child before, the only one he'd seen was Linda's eldest hellspawn, who was in the same grade as Frisk. The first thing that caught his attention about the child was the fact that he seemed to be...Stimmng...
Before Sans could focus too long on the child, someone else walked in behind Linda, someone Sans hasn't seen before, an adult male, a pretty lanky adult male, no bigger than Papyrus, a young child, no older than eight, was holding this man's hand. Sans felt a tug at his sleeve and looked down at Frisk, forgetting for a moment that they were even there.
'That's Mr. Daniels. I think that must be his son. I'm sure he said something about the kid being deaf.' Frisk explained, Sans gave an understanding nod to this. Frisk had mentioned that they got a new teacher. Mr. Daniels did a quick look around, he then jumped at the sight of Sans, however, unlike most people, he quickly recomposed himself and straightened his jacket.
"Is that kid adopted?" Sans whispered to Frisk noting that Mr. Daniels child really didn't look like Mr. Daniels at all.
Where as Mr. Daniels had black wavy hair and, by the looks of it, blue eyes. His child was nothing less of a ginger. The bright orange hair, millions of freckles that splashed all over his body and green eyes.
Yes, Sans knew that the 'ginger' gene can pass down from generation to generation, and he had yet to meet this guy's wife. But, these two didn't even look related. Sans looked back at Frisk, who in turn, just shrugged in response. Sans was quick to notice something else, the death glare Linda was giving Mr. Daniels. If looks could kill, that man would be on the floor clutching his chest right now.
Wasting no more time, Sans walked over to Mr. Daniels, who was reaching for the Lemon bars on the snack table.
"Don't eat those." Sans advised, "and if you love your child, don't give one to him."
Mr. Daniels gave a soft chuckle and freed his hand from this child's grasp and talked, as well as signed.
"I am well aware of Linda's infamous lemon bars. I am also curious." With that, Mr. Daniels reached over and grabbed one. Bringing the treat to his mouth he bit into it. Well, at least it was soft this time. However, Mr. Daniels face scrunched up and he let out a loud cough before grabbing a napkin and spitting what was in his mouth out.
"Whew...that was...pungent..and...sour..."
"Warned you." Sans chuckled. "Sans, Sans the skeleton." He brought his hand forward, and without hesitation, Mr. Daniels took it. Immediately, the familiar sound of a whoopee cushion blew through the air between them.
Mr. Daniels just let out a low snicker before chuckling.
"Alright, you got me. Also, I'm Ben Daniels." He introduced himself. Sans lightly shifted to the side to look at Linda, the woman still glaring daggers at Mr. Daniels.
"So, Uh, Ben. Any reason Linda doesn't seem to like you too much?" Sans asked, Mr. Daniels looked down at his child and silently signed.
'Go and Play with the other kids, please.' For a second, the ginger child clung to his father leg for dear life, but, quickly relaxed and slowly walked off. Once gone, Mr. Daniels turned back to Sans and let out a sigh.
"...Not here...not while she's...glaring..." Mr. Daniels said turning back to the woman.
"Gotcha-"
"Is everybody here?" Linda asked, standing up from her seat, her son still attached to her hip. Quickly everyone took their seat, however, Mr. Daniels raised his hand as soon as he sat down.
"My spouse will be late for tonight's meeting." Mr. Daniels simply said, earning a sneer from Linda.
"Very well."
Sans could hear David grumbling something out about Mr. Daniels, Sans couldn't catch just what the man said and chose to let it go. It wasn't long after that did the meeting start, Linda talking about how the Cinderella play was going to bring in a bit of money for the school. Sans honestly couldn't care less about the play, since the whole favoritism thing. Aside from that, the meeting was pretty tame, that was until Linda got to Mr. Daniels.
"-And for the last business of the day...I would like to discuss Mr. Daniels over there. Mr. Daniels it has come to my attention that you aren't using the rule book I gave you?" Linda asked, Mr. Daniel just rolled his eyes at this.
"This isn't the fifties, Linda, I'm not using 'Quiet hands' on my students, it's wrong and disrespectful." He stated plainly.
"Bah! Just because they're autistic doesn't mean they can't be taught manners!" David chimed in, slamming his hand on the table. Sans watched as Mr. Daniels narrowed his eyes and stood from his chair.
"That's not teaching manners! It drives fear in them is what it does! You should of seen half the kids when I brought out that rule book." Mr. Daniels countered. Linda stood, pointing a finger at him.
It was at this moment that Sans wished he had some popcorn, Frisk on the other hand didn't seem so keen as they ran to Sans in slight fear.
"You aren't fit to teach that class! That should be my class to teach but no! They had to move me down in favor of you!" Linda seethed.
"Well, Linda, Maybe if you didn't hide the fact that your own child is autistic-"
That was all it took, in one wild moment, Linda swung and hit Mr. Daniels square in nose, causing the man to hit the ground, clutching his now bleeding nose.
"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING! MY SON ISN'T A FREAK!" Linda screeched
Linda almost went for a second swing, that was until a hand caught the back of her wrist and she was pushed back.
Sans and the rest of the PTA stood as another man came into the picture. This man sauntered over to Mr. Daniels and helped to his feet. Sans, as well as everyone else, was confused, that was until Mr. Daniel's son came running and hugged himself around the other male's legs. When the child was picked up, Sans saw it.
Both this male and child had the 'ginger' gene the freckles and hair, the same green eyes, they were almost like siblings.
"How dare you!" The other man snapped at Linda. "I'm going to press-"
"Save it, Honey." Mr. Daniels cut in, soothing out his clothing. "She's not worth it. We will be taking our leave though." With him lastly adjusting his tie. Mr. Daniels finished with a quick "Have a nice evening." With that, he turned tail and left his family. Truthfully, Sans didn't want to be there any longer either, getting up from his seat, he tapped Frisk on the shoulder.
"Let's go, kiddo."
"Where do you think you're going!? This meeting isn't over!" Linda sneered angrily.
"You know, Linda, there's this thing called 'respect' and you just pretty much calling autistic children freaks, just made me lose little bit of respect I ever had for you. Not that it was that much to start with." Sans simply said. Grabbing Frisk's hand, he strutted out. Oh, This was going to be one hell of a story when he gets home. Seeing the Daniels just up a head, Sans wasted no time taking a 'shortcut' to meet up with them up a head, both jumped in surprise as Frisk and Sans appared out of nowhere.
"Hey. Before I forget, Tori wanted me to ask you to dinner at her place. She wants to goat to know you." Sans winked, earning confused look from the two males.
"...Right you haven't met her yet. She's a goat...Not like the ones that you humans farm, I mean she's...She just wants to know you." Sans finished, for once crashing and burning on a pun. Mr. Daniels chuckled before nodding.
"I think we can squeeze in some time next week, Right, Honey?" Mr. Daniels asked his spouse, the man shifted his child on his hip a bit as it the kid started to drift to sleep.
"I think so, we might need to get a sitter for Jack th-" Before he could finish, Sans laughed.
"Jack? Your guys son's name is...Jack Daniels? That's...Awesome...I'm sorry go on."
The ginger male just laughed.
"Told you someone would find it funny."
"Nonetheless. We would love to have dinner with you and your...Goatfriend..." Mr. Daniels said with his own wink.
"Goatfriend! Ha! Why didn't I think of that?" Sans happily laughed with the two. After exchanging numbers, they headed off and Sans walked with Frisk to his tricycle. On the way, he noticed Linda by her minivan leaning shamefully against the driver side door. Sans almost felt bad for her, she looked like a wreck. However, he just shrugged it off and decided to just leave her be. Knowing her she's probably just sad because her favorite latte went up a couple of bucks or something. Besides, he wanted to get home and tell Tori everything anyway.
Ok yay, I updated! Now, before I continue, I want to tell you guys something, I know a bunch of you seen it already, me misgendering Frisk on the occasion. Its not something I do on purpose. you see. I have this story where Frisk has no gender, however, I have two other stories where I made Frisk a girl for reasons. So, the reason I do it is because Im going back and forth on what to call them really. It's just what I'm use to and I am trying not to do that as I know you guys don't like it. But just hang with me please.
Also, I want to add that I have only a couple more chapters planned for this story before...its sad end. Im sorry...Not that the end is sad btw just that its gonna be sad because it's ending.
