07
The Bruin Mashup Extravaganza
HOLY SHIT I'M STILL ALIVE!
Alright, I'm back. After tears, songs, SOLs, elections, Mr. Anderson, parents, fear of actually going to work, and life in general, I have to say that I'm officially back.
Alive.
Here is the Fast Read for 06.
The Fast Read
06
Game Over
Turns out, Kristina didn't want none of the gang's bullshit and walks out of the house, much to Chira's disappointment and Sans' dismay. The next day, the gang decides to go to the mall…
Since I obviously didn't planned this out the whole way and the mall happens to be the place that I could only think of… turns out it's been a whopping nine months.
Damn.
Anyway, they all go to the mall, though Flowey and Chira had to take a detour since Flowey, miraculously, was able to jump out of the flatbed of Charles' pickup truck. There, everyone else goes to see the mini videogame convention, where the first fight between Error and Kristina happens with the latter winning, and a song is performed, Kristina actually doing something mundane for once.
That's it. I think.
Here's some clarifications that should be read:
1)I'm actually reediting 01, making arcs and stuff. Though, I don't know what, but I need to make sure there's no plot holes.
2) No spoilers, but if I get Smashtale finished before this, or near a certain point, then it's safe to say that the story will have a connection to this one.
3) The Bruin Mashup Extravaganza is a thing I actually make up. Western Branch High School doesn't have time for that shit, therefore doesn't do it. It'll be cool, though. Since I'm here, here's the standings of the BME, which will be explained in this chapter and the first one (had an overview of it):
11th grade, A.K.A. the Class of 2018, with 150 points
12th grade, A.K.A. the Class of 2017, with 100 points.
9th grade, A.K.A. the Class of 2020, with 50 points.
10th grade, A.K.A. the Class of 2019, with 0 points.
As you will see, Western Branch High School is, in fact, the school I go to as of right now, and all of the students said and mentioned are real people… with altered personalities. If anything, they should have at least a personality that's close to the real person. With the BME, standings, you will also see the rankings of the grades I like the most as of right now, first being the most respectful and fourth being the most… ridiculous people there is.
Yeah, I hate my grade so much. Not my friends, though. Just the people in general.
4) "There's always room to improvise." ~Kristina Ballon, Class of 2019. This is actually going to be my senior quote. The fact that Kristina's eventually going to say this doesn't surprise me at all.
5) I was reading through the chapters I put up, and I realize that Blue and Blueberry actually have the same names… well, shit; Blueberry's goanna have his full name, since Blue's for Babybones. Once again, once it gets there, so… I can still do the Blue nickname, but otherwise, that's out the window once young Sans comes in the picture. Just putting it out there for clarification. After all, this is the clarifications area.
Anyway, I do not own the game and anything else that already has an owner. Let's do this.
P.S. Forget what I said in the Author Notes on 06; I had no effort in that chapter.
"I need your help, guys."
It was the next morning, and Sans, in all pure honesty, had gotten a good night sleep on the couch in Chira's living room. It didn't occur to him that the living room would be empty of everyone except him as well as the fact that Kristina is willing to help out in the Multiverse predicament.
It did occur to him, however, that when he woke up, a worried vibe from Flowey was evident during breakfast; something's wrong with the picture.
"Help with what?" Geno asked, placing a plate of toast on the table.
After the events of yesterday, everyone went home, even Kristina as she bids farewell to Chira and teleports Gabby and her back to the former's house, and Chira was left alone with the boys. Of course, that's before 2 AM, where Chira, out of exhaustion, ordered her friends out of the house for the night.
Now, she's regretting that decision.
"It's a thing I'm doing at school with the others," the African American explained, opening the fridge. "I already called Kristina about it, and I hope she tells Core Frisk; that way, in case she wants to know what you all are up to, there's that. It also passes the time if there's nothing to do at the moment."
"Do you think we can contribute?" Death asked, sitting closely to Geno, despite the growing discomfort on the latter's face.
"Yeah, actually," Chira said, not really paying attention due to her divided attention on her phone.
Sans looks at Flowey for an explaination, and Flowey sighs.
"Alright, it's the Bruin Mashup Extravaganza," the blonde says, grabbing a seat from the other table and sitting on it. "It's a new thing the school is doing in high hopes that everyone in each grade level can at least cooperate with each other. The BME consists of ten events: the Welcome Back season, the Halloween season, the Thanksgiving seas-"
"Pretty much," Edge stated suddenly, interrupting Flowey, "you need something by the end of the month to be considered participating?"
"-on, the Christmas season, the Presidents' season, Valentine's season, Lucky season, Rain season, Memorial season, and the End of the Year season," Flowey continued, ignoring Edge's question. "The End of the Year season is the shortest, since June is short, and the Christmas season is the biggest."
Sans raised an eyebrow. "'Biggest', how?"
Flowey glances at Sans. "You notice that there's a theme for each month; December, not only should it stay in the Christmas area, is a free-for-all month, meaning that you can say shit about Christmas and it'll be considered fair game."
"So," Swapyrus says, giving an extra slice of bread to Blueberry, "does it mean that you guys did the first two seasons?"
Flowey nods. "I wasn't there when they did it, but…" A sneer was on his face. "You should see the standings," he says.
"What are the standings, anyway?" Outs asked, Flowey getting his 3DS out and powering it on.
"What the hell are you doing?" Sans deadpanned, staring at the gadget.
"Getting the results," Flowey replies in a like-that-is-so-obvious tone. He folds the top screen to look like a mini TV screen, and rotates it for the gang to see.
Obviously, if you read the Author Notes, then you know what's on that screen.
"Chira," Blaster says, the teen looking at the… man. "Your grade is dead last?!"
Chira scoffed. "We have it harder since no one trusts Kristina. Besides, there's nothing to bring everyone together as it is right now."
Flowey rotates the electronic and stated. "There is a point system for the grade that wins each season. I don't know what the other prize is, but all I know is that if your grade level wins, then you get a free scholarship on your senior year, depending on which grade you're in."
"WHAT?"
Everyone looks at Chira, who had a look of horror on her face. Sans' eyes switched to Flowey, seeing the exact same thing on his face. Weird, he thought as Chira sputters out French. I might have to ask Kristina about this…
"Je vient à l'école. Oui, Madame. Au revoir."
Chira ends the call and looks at the gang. "It's the other students; they're making a mess in the auditorium." She ran to the door, puts on her shoes, and dials Kristina. "Today, we're going to the school."
"Got you," Sans says, winking at her.
"Okay," everyone else says, including Flowey.
"allô, oui," Kristina says on the other line.
"You at the school?" Chira asked, the guys getting up from their seats and making they're way to the door, Blaster and Edge teleporting outside.
"yeah; the idiots are making a huge-ass mess. i'm pushing them back, but my power goes as far…! get over here, and bring sans and the others in case it gets nasty!"
"I got you," Chira says and she swings open the door and runs out to the driveway. "Where's the others?" she asked, Sans closing the front door and locking it with his magic.
"avec moi. dustin and zach, finally, are keeping them at bay. madame dunbar came by to help us as well as mr. yowell, mr. anderson, and ms. v."
"Well, Madame Dunbar just talked with me, and she says that she's getting the administrators."
"ce mal," Kristina stated, Sans yelling at everyone that could willingly teleport go to the school via teleportation. "ce trés mal. tu as le classeur?"
"Should be in Madame Dunbar's room," Chira says, Sans coming up to her and Flowey, telling Flowey something in his ear.
"good, because I'm not getting blamed for this one. besides, i think I got a way to get everyone together. see you soon."
Chira cuts the phone call there. "Kristina's already there, so there's that."
"Okay," Sans says, "I just told Flowey to hold on tightly to you; we're teleporting."
Chira looks at Flowey, who wraps his arms around her. She then looks back at Sans, who places his hand on her shoulder and snaps his fingers.
"Let me be the leader!"
"Fuck your shit! I can do so much better!"
"You're just in it for the scholarship!"
The Western Branch High School auditorium was in complete chaos. All of the 10th graders were ordered to go in the large room, which has resulted in Kristina saying that they have to agree on something before Chira gets in the building. The school is closed to students due to being a teacher workday, though Chira wanted the mass meeting in the school.
"Jesus," Kristina grumbled before getting the megaphone she had clipped to her belt loop and brought the mouthpiece over her face. "VOUS ÉTES TRÉS BÉTÉ! Y'ALL ALL FUCKING STUPID!" she screeches, making feedback for everyone to hear, most of them covering their ears. After a second of silence passed, Kristina sighs loudly. "DO YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN THE REST OF EVERYONE HERE?! WELL, YOU'RE FUCKING WRONG!"
"You're a retard!" someone yells in the crowd.
"NO SHIT, SMARTASS," Kristina yells back. "YOU THINK YOU GOT THE BRAINS TO HANDLE THIS OPERATION?"
No one says a thing, meaning that she has successfully made the person go quiet.
"OF COURSE NOT, DUMBASS; DON'T DO IT IF YOU'RE FUCKING SURE YOU CAN'T GODDAMN DO IT!"
"Hey!"
Kristina looks to the back of the stage, where a sophomore stood, leaning against the blue curtain. The sophomore, a 16 year-old boy, had light blonde, almost white, hair, ice blue eyes framed with black and ice blue plastic glasses, and peachy skin. He wore a loose-fitting black shirt, baggy faded jeans, and black Converses. The most striking of his attire is a scarf that's long enough to have a little of it trail on the ground, a soft brown that lightens up into a tan at the other end. Lawrence explains that it's part of his Ink cosplay.
"Lawrence?" Kristina asked, the boy nodding. "Dude, I thought you're staying home since your…!"
"It's okay," he says, beaming at Kristina. "I asked and since I told them of the pros, they agreed." His face then turned serious. "So, uh… Chira's here."
"Is she?" Kristina says, snapping her fingers, making a Gaster Blaster with glowing purple eyes behind her. She turns her head to face the weapon and whispers, "Alright, Harry; don't hurt anyone, just signal a warning shot. I think they already get the message." She then pauses. "And, yes, you can hang around Mr. Yowell."
"Com'n!" Lawrence whined, Kristina groaning loudly as she leaves the stage.
Meanwhile, Chira was shaking while Flowey dragged himself across the backstage area, Sans walking behind them.
"Oh! You made it!" Swaps exclaimed, trying to smoke a cig, Death grabbing the stick of tobacco before he could light it. He gives an annoyed glance at the god and said, "Kristina's coming in-"
"I'M HERE!"
"There she is."
Kristina strides into the area with Lawrence, the latter trying to keep up with the former. Chira notices that Kristina had a white collar shirt on that's tucked in khakis pants.
"What the hell are you wearing, idiot?" Flowey deadpans, giving a look of disgust to Kristina, who looks at him with a look of confusion.
"This, my friend," Kristina started, pulling at the white shirt, "is my "I'm actually mean business" attire."
"Why didn't you wear it to the encore?" Death asked, giving a shit-eating grin.
"Because I wasn't serious," Kristina retorts sarcastically. "Anyway, Chira."
Chira looks at Kristina and lets go of Flowey. "Okay, so the binder's in Madame's room, correct?"
"I could get it."
"Then, get it. I'll figure out what to do."
"In the meantime, get the boys to figure out what to do for our Thanksgiving season performance." Kristina disappears in a flash and Chira turns on her heel to face the others.
"Alright, you heard her. As of right now, this grade level has trust issues, and we need something that can be agreed on by everyone as well as tie it in for Thanksgiving," Chira explained.
"Why us?" Blaster asked, annoyed.
Edge shrugged, receiving a glare from Blaster.
"Can we phone Corey and asked what she thinks?" Blueberry asked, holding a laptop in his hands. How he has gotten a laptop, no one knows.
"That could work," Chira says, nodding. "Yeah, phone her and see what projects might be useful for groups with trust issues." Blueberry places the laptop on one of the boxes in the area and started to type away. "As with the rest of you… figure out how to keep the crowd from killing one another."
As soon as everyone had found a job to do, Chira sighs loudly and looks at her phone. Turns out, her mom is coming home for the weekend, and Chira has to explain why there's eight boys with white hair in her house as well as a blonde boy that has murderous tendencies. She comes out to the stage and sees Blaster and Sans yelling at the crowd, even threatening them as well as Harry the Gaster Blaster giving warning shots. Edge and Death were near the exits on the sides while Swaps and Outs blocked the exits to the main hall. Screw and Blueberry, as she looks behind her, were chatting to the computer, possibly Core Frisk since that's what the computer's for. Lawrence and the others were either with Kristina in the search for the binder or in the crowd helping Blaster and Sans out.
"Howdy."
Chira looks to her right to see Flowey, his hands in his pant pockets. A smile gradually formed on her face. "Well, isn't it the weed everyone needs at the moment; why aren't you doing anything?"
Flowey shrugs. "I can't do anything if the doors aren't open, and… even if they're open," he explains, "I don't think Kristina and bugs go together."
"Don't you?" Chira retorts, folding her arms.
Flowey gives her a look and shook his head.
"You're just denying."
"Am not."
"Flowey, we both know that you deny to the point where denying shouldn't even be used."
"What the hell could have possibly led you to that point?"
Chira scoffed. "Remember the Ferris Wheel ride?"
Flowey was about to retort when he stopped. Ah, the Ferris wheel. The blonde didn't want to remember that at all, and yet… here he is, being asked the same question that he thought was deemed dangerous. "Heh… you know, I don't need my vines to snap someone's neck," he started, cracking his hands. They were so loud that Chira could've sworn that Sans and Blaster could've heard that. "In fact, now that I have hands…"
If Chira knew anything, Flowey… couldn't kill her. He could, but that's if he's under some sort of mind control; he has hung around Chira to the point where if she dies, he gets affected. He even said it himself during the ride to the hospital the day before.
~Flashback!~
~the Mii channel on the Wii music~
Chira sighs as she stares at the stack of gauze that sits on the table, Flowey wincing as Chris adds hydrogen peroxide on one of the large wounds he's gotten when he somehow flies off the flatbed of Charles' pickup truck.
"Jesus, that hurts!" Flowey hisses, the other man gently pressing gauze on his arm.
"Well, of course it hurts," Chris says, taping the gauze in place. "Besides, knowing you, anything could happen."
"Don't remind me," Chira stated, clearly annoyed.
She doesn't like hospitals that much, but when she has to go, she tries to be as indifferent as possible. Even Kristina couldn't get her to talk throughout the 15 Minutes program; Aniya being the one who gets in a car wreck has shut her up for good.
"Well, someone has to," Chris says, making sure the tape doesn't fall off. "Flowey is more likely to get in trouble than the rest of the human race; no SOUL, remember?"
"You don't know?" Flowey asked, genuine surprise in his voice. "I have a SOUL!"
Chris didn't look impressed. "I know that!" He then paused. "… Then… how…"
"'How', what?" Flowey asked, giving Chris a glare. Chris kept staring at him. "Hey… you're getting creepy…"
"How come you're still… Flowey?"
The room was silent for a few moments. Chira glanced at Flowey, the question sinking in her mind.
If Flowey did have a SOUL, then… where's Asriel?
"… I… don't know?" Flowey finally says, confusion on his face. "Chris, I don't know."
"… Alright, then," he says, putting the tape away. "Better question." He gives the blonde a serious look. "Would you cry when Chira dies?"
Kudos to Chris bringing out the unexpected, Chira thought as Flowey's hair overshadowed his face. "You're insane, you know that?" she says, Chris giving a smug look to her. "Kristina's the final line of defense I have; I'm not going down that fucking easily." Besides, Flowey doesn't care about me; I know that for certain.
"So…" Chris says, grabbing a scalpel and, being the agile being he is, got behind Chira and placed the scalpel to her neck, "Flowey wouldn't mi-"
Actually, Flowey minded a lot, seeing that a stray cart was pushed harshly towards Chris, who fell and lets go of the silver object. Chira realized she's breathing hard.
"Don't you fucking touch her."
~End Flashback!~
Even if the blonde didn't directly say it, it was proven that he does care about Chira. The fact that his threat stopped in his mouth was also proof that he cares for her. Even Kristina, before she had to choose whether to go with Sans or not, said to Chira that, "the weed cares for you."
"… You can't do it, can't you," Chira stated, Flowey furiously shaking his head.
"I can-"
"You can't."
Flowey was about to say-deny the statement-when Kristina appeared backstage with Lawrence and Gabby, a bright blue binder in her right hand.
"Le classeur, mon amie," Kristina said, handing the binder to Chira. "Everything's in there." She looks at the front. "Hope it'll get the idiots' attention." She then glances at Flowey, who was looking at his feet. "… What are you doing?" she asked.
"Leave him be," Chira stated, grabbing Kristina's arm and dragging her to the stage. The auditorium was, at the moment, organized; Blueberry and Screw were busy talking on the microphone, keeping the masses entertained at the moment.
"… Well, it takes a lot to make him speechless," Kristina commented. "What did you do?"
Chira shrugged. "Dunno. I just told him he can't kill me."
"What?" Kristina whispers loudly, giving her a look of horror. "Chira! Why the hell did you say that!?"
Chira, once again, shrugged. "Like I said, dunno. He wanted small talk; he gets small talk."
Kristina just shook her head and snapped her fingers, Harry the Gaster Blaster disappearing. Screw looks behind him and sees the two girls coming towards the mic.
"Alright, with that being said," he says as he motions Blueberry to go backstage, "We got the Captain and the Co-Captain of the whole enterprise on stage, Chira and Kristina; give them a round of applause!" When none comes, he sighs and gives the mic to Chira. "Chira, they have the attention span of a vegetable; use words that can get their attention." He walks off and Chira taps on the mic, making feedback.
"Sorry," she says in the mic. "Alright, you know who I am. And, I can't believe a bunch of you guys came over! I mean, with what happened at the beginning of the year, I expected a lot less of you here." She then shifts in her position.
"As of right now, we're in last place, with no points. This is because our big distrust between one another as well as not coming up with ideas that actually work. As far as I'm concerned, my friends are actually doing effort, which means that a book lover, a living weapon of mass destruction, three artists, and two violinists are actually do the work.
"That's not good, especially since said living weapon of mass destruction is where most of the trust flies out.
"Now, being the sneaky girl I am, I actually got some ideas from people in our grade talking, and I have recorded them all in this binder." Chira holds up the blue binder, Kristina nodding. "In this binder, the people who actually cares about the BME reviewed the ideas, and the winning one, chosen by me, of course, is the "Thank the Rock" idea from… Kellie." Some people talked in hushed whispers and Chira shushed them. "Of course… there's more to the process.
"Sans!"
Sans teleported to the stage with a look of question. "Yeah?"
"You heard about the fight on the rooftop? Well, guess what.
Undertale is real."
Everyone began to yell and the teachers were looking strange at Chira. Kristina and Sans gives a I-hope-you-got-another-bullet-in-that-casing look and Chira gives a glare back.
"Yeah, I know it's a shock, and all," Chira continued, "but believe me; it's true. In fact, Sans' right here." She points at the white head, much to said person's annoyance. "Hell, y'all know Leo? He's Flowey."
More yelling ensues. Flowey could be heard yelling backstage, and Chira didn't give a damn. As much as she like exposing the blonde, she had to if she wants to get the trust working between the fairly large group. "Look, this whole group thing, this isn't going to work unless we have trust in each other. The fact that some people want that scholarship but aren't willing to help out is a problem, which is why we have to work together, that way when we get that scholarship, at least you knew that you actually did something to get that.
"Are there several volunteers that are willing to help us? According to Kellie's idea, this needs more people, and my friends aren't enough, and Sans' not going to do anything," Chira calls out, praying that people actually raise their hands.
There was muttering and Sans nods in agreement. Apparently, Sans' going to do it. Of course since there's nothing to do, Chira thought as a few hands go up in the air.
"Oh, volunteers. What are your names?" she yells, opening the binder and taking a pen out.
"Bryce Hill."
"Christina Skinner."
"Bao Huynn."
"Bryce Stratton."
"Parker Ambrose."
"Nathan Loftis."
"Sean St-"
Chira suddenly scrunches up. "Um, hell no, Sean; you gave me those wilted flowers!"
"No I did not!" he yells back."
Chira wanted to slap him and take his name off the li-
"Chira, he might be a perfect example of the guy that serves dinner," Kristina whispers to her.
"Fine, Sean, you can be in it." Chira could've sworn she heard him say victory to himself. "Alright, next!"
"Hope Jorgenson."
Chira writes the names down and looks up to see of there's anyone left. "That's it?" She then hands the closed binder to Sans. "Alright, the people that raised their hand: come up. Kellie, come up as well." As the students called came to the stage, Lawrence came out from backstage, an upset look on his face. Kristina notices this and slightly cringes. "Lawrence? What's wrong?"
"It's Core Frisk!" the teen exclaimed. "She needs to talk to you!" His voice had distress in it, and Sean found it hard not to say something about it.
Sans gives the teen a look. "What does she want?" he asked, seeing Blueberry come out with the laptop and Corey's face on the screen. To say that the newcomers almost fainting is understanding enough.
"sans. i think there's anomalies in the worst au on this planet."
Sans and Kristina want to do a face fault, and so does Chira, but Hope, being the brave one, asks, "What… 'AU'?"
Corey's pits-for-eyes (a term that was coined by Dustin) blinked. "oh, so you don't know where's daddy at?" The statement, everyone assumed, was for Sans.
"'Daddy'?" Kristina stated, eyeing Sans weirdly. "The fuck?"
"oh, so you don't know Oh, the Horror."
Kristina blinks for a few minutes, then gasps sharply. "… Wait, that exists?" She then scrunches her face. "Core Frisk, we're in the middle of something, though." She looks at Sans and mouths out a 'we need to talk' to him, who just shakes his head.
"i know, but there's an interesting bit to it: turns out, sophomores gage thompson and chrisean scoffield were walking around new home, like they belong there, along with a young female human. the funny thing is, jane called me up and legit told me that it's time to pick those two boys up."
"Who's Jane?" Sean asked, now interested in the conversation.
"Oh," Sans says, eyeing the African American. "You actually listen to the black-eyed child?" He got a glare from said African American.
"well, if you're familiar with undertale, then that would be undyne."
"Oh."
Kristina looks at the crowd, curious as to why nothing is going on, and she ordered them all to go back to their houses and start thinking on how to be useful for the rest of the project. "Come back or call Chira if you have an idea or are just complaining," she says as the last person left the room, leaving the gang on the stage/backstage and the teachers.
"don't worry; there was a whole lot of you who didn't know what i was talking about."
"Obviously not true," Chira says. "I know what Horrortale is, though I wonder how Gage and Chrisean lasted for so long…"
"Maybe they have incentives," Kristina suggested.
"Yeah," Christina says, nodding her head. "I mean, Horrortale sounds like a horror setting; maybe they're slaves or something…"
"that's not the case," Corey says, shaking her head. "jane called me in and she wasn't complaining… though she was pissed at jason…"
"Jason?" Bryce H. asked.
"daddy."
"Shut up," Sans stated, clearly peeved and annoyed. Kristina couldn't help but let a snicker come out.
"oh, and sans? tyrell is doing okay."
"Shut up." Another snicker came from Kristina.
"So… do we do it now or…" Chira said, trailing off. "I mean, because Thanksgiving is a week away, and we need something by that time…"
Corey looks at Chira and nods. "i know that, but… i think you might need Gage and Chrisean for the skit. I just know it." She then taps something below the camera. "oh. the kid's name is dialga."
"… A Pokémon?" Bao stated.
"Wait, that's a Pokémon?" Nathan and Parker exclaims, surprised. Bao looks at them like they live under a rock their whole entire life.
"Dialga," Kristina repeated.
"dialga," Corey confirmed.
"Who the hell would name their child that?" Sans exclaims, now pissed at the fact that there's a Nintendo lover somewhere in the Underground. "I mean, Dialga? Jeez, their parents must be horrible…" Kristina smacked his forehead and muttered something in a different language no one could make out.
"well, ja-"
"Horror!Sans did some raping?" Chira asked, bewildered.
"R-Rape?" Lawrence and Christina cried out.
"Be quiet!" Kristina hisses out, eyeing one of the apparently talking teachers. "Teach's gonna hear you!"
"…no. everything's consensual."
"Now, someone was insane," Sean commented, eyeing Sans.
"before you start pointing at sans, he had… a condition. can't put any blame on him."
"Dammit."
"I hate you," Chira said. "You know that?"
"I knew that…"
"anyway, this will be quick… actually, get the act together, then come talk to me," Corey says. "i know how important the BME is to all of you, so come to me when you get the act together."
"Wait," Kellie says, shocking everyone since they thought she left or something. "C-Can you just b-b-bring him in…?"
"bring jason in? … well, someone's goanna beat him up… parents would be devastated… a sister is going to be so pissed that there's no way of stopping her… you know what? Let's bring him in."
The whole idea, to most of them, screamed trouble, especially for Kristina and Sans. The fact that Corey was perfectly okay with this was even more alarming.
"Hey, guys," Dustin calls from backstage. "You got the group ready?"
"Give us a minute!" Kristina yells out.
"i have the sucker in the phone… yeah, little boy; bring your posse. NO, don't bring jeff. trust me; don't bring him."
"She's probably talking to him…" Christina muttered.
"Alright," Chira says, facing the group. "Since that's going on, why don't we go and start figuring out who's going to be who."
As the group agreed and began talking while Kellie read out the idea, the backstage area is in full disarray… as in Uno cards everywhere.
"Apparently, you can't take a lose that easily," Zach stated, placing a yellow +2 on the large pile of cards. He eyes Edge and smirks at his remark.
"Shut up," Edge says.
"He speaks of truth," Swaps say, picking up two cards from the Draw pile. "I mean, if I lose, then I lose."
The others got bored and decided to play Uno, Death having one pack, Dustin having another. The guys sat Indian-style in a circle, and so far, Death is winning, as usual.
"True," Death said, placing a yellow 7. "I lost, and I took it with pride."
"That's a lie!" Geno exclaims, glaring at him.
"So is your face!" Death yells back.
"The problem is," Dustin says, placing a red and blue 7, "you think that taking a loss will break your pride, and it does."
"Shit," Edge stated, drawing a card to his never-ending hand. "I have nothing; for real."
"But," Outs says, placing a blue Reverse, "you'll recover."
"What are you, some wise elder or something?" Edge sarcastically retorts, Gabby getting up and throwing her cards at him.
"Here's for the whiney; I'm goanna check on the others," she says as she walks to the front of the stage. Edge just scowls.
"… What?" Screw says, seeing Dustin get a card. "It's true."
On the stage, Kristina and Chira were handling the casting very well…
Until Sean decides to be a dick and start making fun of Horror!Sans and Sans.
Fortunately, Mr. Yowell came to the rescue, and Sean was to seat at the time-out chair for several minutes. Anyway, the others have parts, and Chira began writing ideas on how the skit should go, the blue binder getting handed around several times from different people, mostly from Kellie, Bao, Bryce S., and Chira. Gabby came up to Kristina and whispers something to her, who was holding an orange tablecloth in her hands. The teen then giggles and whispers back to Gabby.
"What the hell are you two talking over there?" Chira calls out, Kristina and Gabby glancing at the other girl.
"… Something," Kristina says, walking towards Chira and handing the tablecloth to her. "Why the hell do you want to know?" Chira gives her a look. "Okay, you want to be a stubborn little bitch; I see," Kristina remarks.
"Hey!" Bryce H. shouts, Chira looking at his direction. "We're done!"
Chira glances at Gabby. "What are you guys doing back there?"
"Uno," Gabby said. "Geno's first."
"That's a first," Kristina says, the pun getting shot back into the dark by Chira's glare.
"Anyway," Gabby says, shaking her head in disbelief, "the gang's ready to do whatever to help out, if it means keeping Horror!Sans out of trouble."
Chira nods and says, "Yeah; is Core Frisk on the phone?" She, honestly, never wanted to see the child's pits-for-eyes, but since Kristina said yes to everything yesterday, it's an everyday thing now.
"Uh-huh; she's keeping track on who's chea-"
"NYAAAAAAAAA!"
Kristina, out of reflex, summoned a barrier of white bones around everyone on the stage, Christina, Kellie, and Bao screaming as something collides on the shields. Chira looks at Kristina with a look of horror and the latter shrugs.
"If you know Undertale, then that's Undyne," she said, paraphrasing Corey's statement from earlier. "Which means… Horror!Undyne has arrived."
There was silence and Chira feared that her friend didn't get everyone on the stage until-
"Why are you hiding?"
"That's because Kristina doesn't want anyone's blood spilled on stage." Chira recognized the voice to be Gage Thompson, one of the missing sophomores Corey had listed. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to scrub something like that off the floor?"
"Gage… shut the fuck up; no one wants your smartass mouth running about," Horror!Undyne jeered. Chira's assumption was confirmed as Kristina sighed heavily, the barriers falling down.
"Kristina!" Gage says, coming up to her. He had short light blonde, almost white, hair that hugged his pale face and ice blue eyes. He wore a black shirt with a dragon pedant hanging from his neck, grey skinny jeans, and black Converses. "How's it be-"
"How the hell are you still living?!" Kristina exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips. "As far as I'm fucking concerned, I should expect U-
"Jane, actually."
"Jane to come with both your bodies!" Kristina said, eyeing the human redhead. "I mean, incentives anyone?" She looks at Gage and Gage knew that she wants a explanation.
Sans appeared next to Gage and puts his hands in his pockets. "Hey."
"… Hi."
"So…"
"Oh, you're here," Kristina said, glancing at Sans. "So… who's 'Daddy'?"
Kristina and Gage could tell that Sans' not going to talk, so the former looked to the latter and asked if Horror!Sans-Jason, Gage said-is in the school. The latter said that he isn't because of… problems, but at least Jane was able to bring him in. Turns out, Chrisean was in a pickle and couldn't come, and Jane doesn't have time like this to bring him back, meaning that there is going to be an AU-jump to there, eventually. Not only that, but with the increased security from Error, Horrortale's one of those AUs where it's heavily guarded with its inhabitants. If anything, making sure Error is only interested in Realistimalinea is the only way to get in, according to Gage.
"… That makes sense," Sans said, long joined listening into the convrsation. "I mean, Error, in all due respect, doesn't have any time to destroy some AUs due to his never ending attention to this timeline." He then glances at Jane, who was talking to Screw. "Even then, I am sure that Realis is the only thing that could bring the rest of the AUs down; Humans, after all, created us and, by extension, the AUs."
Kristina nods. "Yeah, Gage. As far as I'm concerned, Error wants me dead at the moment so… he's not goanna stop until my head is on a plaque," she remarks. "Either that or he's being a dormant little bitch since I beaten his black ass yesterday."
"You did that?!" Gage exclaimed, astonished. "We all heard that someone managed to beat Error, and they so happen to be Human!" Gage then stares intently at Kristina. "Now that you mention it-"
"GAGE!"
The boy turned around to see Blaster and Jane standing next to a portal that leads into a long corridor. Kristina and Sans glance at Blaster and the tall person shrugged.
"What?" Gage called back. "What do you want?"
"I'm leaving!" Jane yells
"No shit," Gage called back, only to get a blood red spear near his foot for a response.
"Tu bété, Gage?" Kristina stated, glaring at Gage. "She's dangerous."
"I'm not… whatever that is," Gage whined, sounding offended.
The others from backstage came out and Death stopped next to Kristina. "Salut, mon amie. Ça va?"
"Eh, comme ci, comme ca," Kristina replied, Death raising an eyebrow. "Quoi? C'est vrai."
"…Je ne veux plus jouer Uno."
"Pourquoi?"
"Je deteste Bleu et Rouge."
"You hate Blueberry and Edge?" Kristina said in English. "Why?"
"They're able to pick out the cheaters, and I'm not one of them."
"Well, with how you're winning games, that's probably not that far from the truth."
Death just shook his head while Jane said goodbye to the best of her abilities (remember: she's in a room filled with humans, humans that their SOULS can be used to break the Barrier over at her version of the Underground) as she slipped into the portal, the opening closing as soon as she went in.
"Well, ain't this day full of surprises…" Kristina commented.
"Did Jane tell you…" Gage said, walking up to Screw, who showed confusion.
"Tell what?" Flowey asked, folding his arms. "I thought Jane told us everything."
"Obviously nothing," Gage said, leaving no room for a rebuttal or remark about the question. "Besides, I want to know what place 10th grade's at." He sits down on the stage and places himself so that it looks like as if he wants to know things. "Besides, it's the sixteenth; don't we have one more week to do this month's performance?"
"Oh, we do…" Kristina mused. "Well, Chira." Said teen glances at her. "We can talk." She sits next to Gage, Indian-styled, and takes out her phone. "I'm here all day."
It's just the beginning.
No one is safe.
If there's anything…
Sansna better seal up North America
From the Destroyer…
Or we might as well call it a
Loss….
Finally! Done! This is just a filler chapter with a bit of plot, but otherwise a chapter none the less. I hope you enjoyed this overdue chapter, and see you guys later.
Au revoir, mon amis!