"Chara Dreemurr, please report to the Principal's office."
Those are the words heard over the intercom no more than ten minutes into class.
They could hear the inevitable "ooohhh" from the class. They could feel themself start to shake as they stand in front of the silent class, watching with judging eyes.
Chara walks out as quickly as possible, nearly holding their breath. This couldn't be anything good. It had to be about what they did that morning.
They try not to think about what was about to come as they walked to the office. They shakily open the door. The lady at the front desk looks up.
"Are you Chara?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Y..Yes, ma'am," They shuffle awkwardly.
"In there." She points to an office near the desk.
Chara nods and hesitantly walks in. They're greeted with multiple unhappy faces. The principal. Danny. Danny's parents. Toriel.
They sit down in an empty chair, their heart racing and their hands shaking.
"Do you understand how your actions have effected everyone here? You-"
The principal is cut off by Danny's mother. "We could press legal charges against you! You ought to be put in jail for this!"
Chara tenses and starts wringing their hands. "I'm s-sorry, ma'am...I-I..."
"This is what happens when someone lives with nothing but monsters, huh? No civilization whatsoever!"
"Pardon me?" Toriel crosses her arms. "Monsters appear to have more civilization than you!"
"Everyone, please calm down," The Principal looks up at Chara. "Chara looks very startled. Chara, we are only taking the measures we are required to take by law. On any normal circumstance, you would be expelled. But, I have discussed the issue with your mother, and she says you have not been to public school in a very long time."
Chara nods slowly.
"So,we will be suspending you for four days." She shifts her position in the chair.
"Y-Yes, ma'am." Chara nods stiffly.
"What?!" Danny's mother exclaims. "She stabbed Danny!"
Chara wasn't in the mood to correct her.
"Yes, but Toriel has said she will keep track of what Chara is carrying and doing."
Toriel nods.
The Principal sighs. "You will have to take Chara home now, Toriel. Their suspension begins tomorrow. Thank you."
"Of course," Toriel walks to Chara and takes their hand. She walks out the door.
"It's only the third day, Chara..." Toriel sighs as she walks out the school door into the parking lot.
"I..I know.." Chara looks away. "I knew this was a bad idea..I'm sorry..I..I need to try harder to be a good person..I don't want to burden you too much..."
It was already hard enough for them. Toriel's teaching job didn't make much money, and that's all they could live off of. Sans had been trying harder to get a job, seeing how little they had. But it was hard for monsters to get safe and well-paying jobs. Sans's attitude towards working didn't help much. Papyrus tried his hardest to get a job as well, but..he wasn't skilled enough. Not to mention a monster.
Chara didn't want to make Toriel feel worse. They just wanted their family to be happy. They wanted themself to be happy. Was that so much to ask?
They didn't realize they were crying. Again. They hated it. They wanted to be happy for everyone. They didn't want to stress anyone else further.
"Sweetheart..." Toriel reassures them, pulling up at their house.
Their cheap, small, broken-down house.
"Listen. You are not a burden. We love you very much..you just have to make better decisions."
Chara takes a shaky breath. "I..I know..I want to...I really do...I don't know how...what's wrong with me..."
Toriel unbuckles her seatbelt and hugs Chara tightly. "I know you can. Now go in, rest. Collect yourself. Okay..?"
Chara sniffles and nods, climbing out of the car. They take a deep breath and unlock the door, then walk in slowly. They lock the door behind them, looking down. They knew Sans was probably down there and waiting for them. They weren't in any mood to talk with him. So they start to walk upstairs.
"Hey, stay down here," Sans calls to them from the couch as he sits up.
Chara sighs. "Can we have this conversation later?" They groan.
"Nope," Sans answers bluntly. "You attacked someone in school, kid. I don't think that's a 'for later' topic."
