A strict-looking teacher sat at a wooden desk, staring at the class. He glanced at the computer, then back at the class. It was both the teacher's and the student's last class of the day. The teacher tapped a pencil on his desk and stood up. He eyed the class until his gaze fell on Frisk.

"It would seem as if a student has returned. Frisk, I heard that you climbed Mount Ebott. Is this true?"

Every student and adult in the room stared at Frisk. Frisk nodded. The teacher sighed. "Then I assume that you were the ones to bring the monsters up to the surface." Frisk nodded again, not wanting to say anything. "How disgusting. Monsters bring nothing but trouble. After being in my class for half a year, you still haven't learned that?"

Frisk lowered her head. She was hoping to not get this particular teacher again. "Sorry Mr. Jones," she muttered. Arguing with the teacher would not do anything to change his mind. As the history teacher, he taught the history of the town, including the supposed myths of monsters. He often looked down on the monsters, even when he thought they were myths.

"Frisk, I'd like to see you after school. Please bring your parental figures," the teacher requested. "Now, take out the textbook for our town and turn to page 19."

Frisk nodded and grabbed a heavy textbook from the inside of her desk. The textbook had a picture of what historians believed the Monster War looked like. The monsters had a ferocious look to them, as if they would kill anything they saw. Most had pointed teeth and red eyes.

"Now, we're diving back into Monster History since Frisk returned. Perhaps she will want to say something about the topic."

The class let out a collective groan.

"But we JUST finished this lesson," a female student muttered.

The teacher glared at the class. Silence immediately filled the room.

"Anyway, humans and monsters once shared the surface. It was a peaceful time until the monsters suddenly attacked," the teacher began.

Most of the class looked bored. A few looked like they were enjoying the lesson.

"Frisk, am I correct so far?"

Frisk said nothing.

"The monsters and the humans went to war." Words began to fade into the background as Frisk began to think of other topics. She began to doodle pictures of her new family as the teacher talked. She snapped her attention back at the teacher when she heard him say,"...until a single monster came to the surface."

Frisk glanced at Flowey. Flowey stared at Frisk from the plastic bag that sat in her lap. He shook his head. "He better not," Flowey whispered.

"In the monster's arms laid a child, a dead human child. The monster killed the child out of spite for the war, at least according to those who wrote about the experience. We were luckily able to drive the monster back underground before it killed anyone else."

Flowey was shaking.

"Flowey, please don't do anything," Frisk quietly whispered.

Flowey took a deep breath and stopped shaking.

"It's a good thing. That monster had a cruel expression, according to eyewitnesses. It seemed as if it was going to kill the village. That monster was smiling, according to witnesses. All monsters are trouble. Learn this lesson class."

Flowey's face turned red with anger. The bag began to shake again.

"What's that noise," a boy asked.

"I think it's Frisk," another classmate exclaimed.

The teacher walked over to Frisk. He noticed the shaking bag. "What's in the bag, Frisk?" He grabbed the bag and placed it on the table.

"I brought a flower to school. It was pretty, so I thought it would be cute to carry around," Frisk explained.

The teacher opened the bag to see a golden flower in a brown flowerpot. It also had a face. Flowey put up a friendly facade.

"Why does it have a face?"

"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower," Flowey exclaimed.

The teacher scowled at the flower. "You brought a monster flower to school."

Flowey pouted at the man. "Aw. Now that was mean. Golly, wouldn't it be kinda cruel if I were to judge people based on my looks? I mean, you're obviously a mean-spirited IDIOT who believes everything they read, not getting the full picture." The flower sneered at the man. "Of course, that would also make ME a mean-spirited monster with little decency for the feelings of others. Oh wait, I don't care about the feelings of others." Flowey winked at Mr. Jones. "Guess the other thing's true too!"

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH," The children in the room chanted.

Flowey smirked at the teacher. "So, do you have something to counter with?"

The teacher glared at the flower. "So you just expect me to listen and argue with a FLOWER, something that is often stepped on while walking through a field. I suppose I'm also supposed to listen to a monster's opinions rather than the historical findings of a textbook."

"Whatever. Live your life in ignorance and pettiness. I'm not going to keep this conversation going." Flowey turned away from the man. "You are not even worth the effort it takes for me to threaten, you idiot!"

The teacher turned to Frisk. "Why you!? Frisk, don't ever bring this WEED to school again!"

Frisk glanced at Flowey. She hugged the pot. "I'm sorry Flowey. I didn't know that I would have this class."

The bell rang. Everyone besides Frisk ran out of the classroom. Frisk grabbed her cell phone from her pocket.

"I understand that you have a family now, is that correct," the teacher asked, still glaring at the flower.

"Yeah." Frisk dialed Toriel's number. The line rang a couple of times.

"Hello my child! Is the school day done now?"

"Yeah, but I need you to come to the school. My teacher wants to talk to you," Frisk explained.

"Oh goodness! I wonder what for," Toriel exclaimed.

Frisk shook her head. "I don't know everything, but he wanted my parents to come." Frisk winked at the phone. "So Sans should come too."

"Got it! We'll be over there in a few minutes. Please be good, my child."

"I will. Bye Mom." Frisk smiled and closed the phone. "She'll be over in a couple of minutes."

The teacher nodded. "I will be bringing up the flower incident."

"I DO have a name, you know," Flowey grumbled.

"I do not care to learn the names of monsters."

Frisk sat in the room for a couple of minutes. After the teacher responded to the flower, nobody spoke.

Toriel knocked on the closed door. "Hello? We're here about Frisk," Toriel explained.

Mr. Jones walked to the door. He opened it to see a goat and a skeleton on the other side. He glanced at the monsters then at Frisk.

"You were adopted by monsters?"

Frisk nodded.

"Yes. She was alone in that orphanage and I couldn't just leave her there," Toriel explained. She smiled warmly at the man.

The teacher ushered them into the room. Sans glanced around the room. "hey kiddo, why'd you bring flowey?"

"He's still a kid. Doesn't he need to learn things too," Frisk asked.

Sans shrugged. "guess that's fair. still not cool that you snuck him to school. we'll be talking about that later."

"The flower is one of the things I need to talk to you about. I will talk about him later, however. Please take a seat."

The teacher grimaced as they walked to small desks and sat down.

"What is it," Toriel asked.

"You know that Frisk has been missing school for a month at this point, correct," Mr. Jones asked.

Toriel and Sans nodded. "Yes. We realize this. She freed us, then we needed some time to get settled in our new home. I am sorry about the inconvenience."

"She has missed a month's worth of assignments so she will need to make them up," the teacher explained.

"Oh! That will not be an issue! We will help her with her work."

Flowey scoffed. He began to mutter something under his breath.

"what was that, flowey?"

"You might wanna reconsider that. This history teacher's teaching false information."

Toriel smiled. "Oh! You're a history teacher?" She clapped her hands together. "How wonderful! Just think of what we can learn from each other! I'm also trying to become a teacher, so it would be in my best interest to help."

"No. It is not necessary. Frisk can do it by herself after school."

"Oh! Is the teacher scared of telling the monsters what he's teaching?"

Toriel looked at the man in confusion. "What are you teaching?"

"I am teaching the history of this town."

Flowey smirked. "But that's not all! He's teaching about monster history, with his own thoughts and opinions, especially about the fallen child."

"Me."

Toriel's eyes widened. "You're teaching about Chara?"

"The one who comes when you call her name."

Sans fell back in his chair at the mention of the name.

Everyone glanced at the skeleton. Toriel helped him up. Luckily, the chair and his jacket cushioned to blow.

"Are you okay Sans," Toriel asked.

Sans nodded. "Yeah. I tried to sleep, but I fell backwards," Sans lied.

Toriel smiled. "You're a silly skeleton." She kissed the skeleton on his forehead. Sans blushed slightly. Toriel turned back to the teacher. "Just what were you saying about her?"

"Oh, you'd LOVE to know that he was also talking about your son."

Toriel and the teacher's eyes widened. "You mean… Asriel?"

Flowey nodded. "Now what did you say about him? About the monster who came to the surface with the child?"

Toriel's sharp gaze focused on the teacher. "What did you say about my son?"

The teacher was silent.

"Oh, he just told the story about how Asriel took the human child to the surface and was attacked by humans, but he added his own twist. Apparently, according to Mr. Jones and his textbooks, Asriel was a murderer who planned on killing the village." Flowey smiled smugly at the man.

"Is that true," Toriel asked.

Frisk nodded.

"I do not know you, but you have dared to insult my son. When my child died, I felt like part of me died then as well. Asriel and Chara were as close as siblings could be, then she got sick. Asriel took her to the surface to be buried with the flowers." Toriel summoned a small ember in her hand. "Don't you dare talk bad about my children," she threatened. She dismissed the flame. "Now, what did Flowey do?"

Flowey gasped. "Now why do you think I did anything wrong? I just called him out on his mistake! I didn't even swear!"

Toriel patted the flower on the head. "I thank you for that." She turned her attention back at the teacher. "Is that all?"

The teacher nodded.

"Good. We're going home."

"can we take a shortcut," Sans asked.

Toriel nodded. "Anything to get us out of this classroom as quick as possible."

Sans grinned. "Grab ahold of my hood."

Frisk grabbed Sans' hood while Toriel grabbed his hand. In a flash of blue light, Sans, Frisk, and Toriel were gone.

Mr. Jones stared at the floor, eyes wide. "I was being threatened." He walked back to his desk, but froze when he saw something written on the board. It was somehow written in comic sans, despite it being a board.

"geeeeeeetttttttt dunnnnkkkked ooooonnnnn!"

Sans' voice played over the intercom. As did a musical piece made entirely of barking*. The teacher looked to the intercom "geeeeeeetttttttt dunnnnkkkkked ooooonnnnn! if you're really a good teacher, you'll know to stop this lesson."

The intercom turned off, leaving a very confused and intimidated Mr. Jones. He looked back at the board to see a message he didn't see before. It was written in sans serif.

"Or you're going to have a BAD TIME."

An image of a gaster blaster was drawn on the board. A picture of Sans was also drawn. Frisk signed her name by the drawing while Sans signed his name by the messages.

"WHEN DID THEY EVEN DO THIS," Mr. Jones exclaimed.

And done! I was having a little trouble at the beginning, but once I started, I was able to keep it going! So I don't know exactly how many letters are in each word of Sans' phrase, so it's not the most accurate, but that doesn't really matter.

Obviously, once Toriel becomes a teacher, Mr. Jones will be replaced. Hope you don't mind me not having a lot of accuracy for her taking classes. I kinda do want to write her as a teacher and I can't spend four years in writing for her to get a degree. -.-

Anyway, I do hope you enjoyed this! I did enjoy writing it, especially at the end.

*The song being played is Dogsong

Bye guys!