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“And you're SURE you know where all your classes are?”
“Yes.”
“And your mini fridge! Did we get that into your room?”
“Yes.”
“What about your brother? Does he--”
“Yes, mom. He knows where everything is, too, and he has his own fridge in his own dorm. You're literally less than an hour from us. Don't act like you won't see us for a year!”
Frisk rolled her eyes and groaned at the goat woman standing in front of her. She loved her mother dearly, but sometimes the woman could be a little overprotective.
Sighing, Toriel smiled gently at her daughter, “I'm sorry, sweetheart. It just feels like it's all going by so fast. I could have sworn I was helping you with your 7th grade science fair project just yesterday. But I get it. This naaaaagging has goat to stop.”
The woman couldn't help but burst into giggles at her mother's usual terrible puns. Smiling widely, she calmed down, “Thank you, mom. I love you.”
The caprine’s eyes shone brightly, as tears brimmed, “I love you, too, my child. Please watch after your brother. I know you’re only a few months older, but you've always been….” The two looked over to where Asriel was trying to walk across a thin wall, while also juggling fireballs for his friends. “More responsible.”
Chuckling at her sibling’s antics, she nodded, “You got it, mom.”
Suddenly there was an announcement overhead for all students to report to their dorms. Running over to her, Asriel hugged his mom tightly, being joined by Frisk.
“We love you, ma. Don't worry too much about us,” he spoke, bright eyes darting to the entrance and back, as he tried to tame his eagerness with the knowledge of his mother's worry.
“I'll be fine, you two. Don't be afraid to call if you need anything at all. And visit whenever you want,” she gently nudged both of her children towards the building. She barely had time to shout before they disappeared, “Be careful!”
Toriel was a teacher herself, but preferred educating younger children over giving lectures to a room full of adults. She had always loved young kids, though. It's one of the reasons she had to adopt. She wanted Asriel to have a sibling so badly, but unfortunately couldn't due to damage from Endometriosis. She loved Frisk as her own, though, and they had a very happy family now. However, she just couldn't ignore the feeling that something terrible was going to happen. Possibly because of this new school. Shaking her head and walking away, she knew that being so close would come in handy, no matter how.
--
After finally getting to her dorm, Frisk smiled and looked around. She noticed the other half was finally decorated, as she glanced over the belongings. She nearly wanted to gag at all the pink and prayed silently that whoever had become her roommate could hopefully tone the color back a little in the future. As she was enveloped in these thoughts, she didn't notice she was in the area, looking through all the little statues on the mystery person's shelf, until a voice cleared itself behind her. Jumping and spinning around, she looked at the… what?
“You're a… plane,” the words came from Frisk’s mouth faster than she realized. Her eyes immediately went wide at how rude she was. “I-I mean--”
“Yes, I am a plane! I'm Becky Airs!! Now get out of my space and stop talking to me! It's not like I WANT friends or anything,” the hovering monster crossed her… wings? The tip of her tilted away, as the sides, near her, what Frisk believed to be her, nose turned a shade of pink.
Finally realizing she was given an order, the human stepped out from the area and bit her lip. She knew who the girl was, knowing her father was a rich, albeit slightly specist towards humans, entrepreneur with buildings all around the city that had his name in large letters. Despite that, the human hoped to make friends. She felt so bad for what a terrible roommate she was being; this was a big step in the wrong direction. “I'm really sorry.”
“Yeah, whatever. It's like… I guess it's fine and stuff. Did you like my room? Not that I really care.”
“Yeah, I did. It's a lot of pink, but I like your statues. They're really cute and well painted,” the human smiled, trying to make her guilt go away.
“Oh. I, uh, made those myself. Thanks.” Her soft voice suddenly turned harsh, “I mean i-it’s not like I really care! It's like whatever. I don't even give a shit.” The blush was back, as she floated to her bed and hid under the covers.
Frisk smiled gently and went to her own area, pulling out her phone and texting her brother. She was hoping he was having a better time than she was.
Frisk:
My roommate is a plane. Like… a fucking plane. She flies.
Asriel:
Wait seriously? But like… how big is your room?
IS YOUR ROOM A HANGAR?!
I NEED TO COME SEE YOUR HANGAR ROOM!
Frisk:
Jfc. No. She's a monster, like you. She's like half your size. And she's super… I don't know. She's acting all cold and mean, but I think she wants to be friends.
Asriel:
Huh. Well, mine’s a dog.
F:
Omfg. No way. Can I pet the puppy???
A:
Don't say pet. His neck won't stop growing.
F:
… what?
A:
His neck.
Will not.
Stop.
Growing.
He's literally wrapped it around the room.
TWICE!
F:
Dude, send me one text. Not 6. And wow. Well, this is gonna be an interesting year.
A:
Pfft. One is for the weak.
Classes start in an hour.
Rolling her eyes, the human started getting her things ready for… biology! That should be easy. Bones, organs, cells, and chromosomes. She had been commended in every science class, besides Chemistry. Science and Literature both just came naturally to her, and she could easily pass both while being half asleep. Moving to her desk after she'd finished preparing, she started up her messaging program: UnderNet: for those who go under the mainstream society.
Logging in, she got a message almost immediately. Smiling, she saw it was from the person she'd met at the coffee shop about fifteen minutes from this University. They were going here, too, and the two hit it off almost immediately. Grinning, she opened the chat and blushed.
Chocoholic: Hey, cutie. How's the dorm?
FrickFrack: Haha. It's nice. I met my roommate who seems… interesting. You?
Chocoholic: All good on my end. I got the same roommate this year. Jester and I don't talk much, but we respect each other. I trust him.
FrickFrack: That's good to hear. I hope I can at least become friends with Becky. She's a plane monster.
Chocoholic: Plane? You're not talking about Rebecca Airs, right?? She's like… so rich!
FrickFrack: That's her. She's been nice, if not just a little… stuck up so far.
Chocoholic: Damn. Well, you're set for life of you become friends with her. You can get in anywhere and do anything!
Frowning, Frisk didn't like the idea of befriending someone to use them. She glanced over to her roommate who was sadly staring at her phone, swiping through what looked like pictures of her and other people.
FrickFrack: No. If I become her friend, it's to just be a normal friend. I'm not gonna be asking for money.
Chocoholic: Oh, come on. You could squeeze her dry by making her think you care.
FrickFrack: Jesus. No! That's so mean!
Chocoholic: So what? It's a mean world!
FrickFrack: … Look, I'm gonna finish getting ready for my classes. I'll talk to you later.
Chocoholic: Wait! Before you go, I wanted to ask if you could meet me at that coffee shop between classes. I'm sorry about being an ass. I just want to see you again. QwQ
FrickFrack: Well, when you use such a cute face, how can I say no? How's 3?
Chocoholic: It's a date, babe. ;)
Grinning, the girl logged out, before closing down the program and glancing at the time. 20 minutes to get to her class before it starts. Grabbing a post it note, she wrote down her number and walked over to Rebecca.
“Hey, here's my digits. Let me know if you need anything, or if you just want to talk,” she smiled.
“Oh… thanks,” the monster spoke, seeming to forget her angry act, as the human grabbed her bag and left.
Walking to her class, she checked her online schedule and saw that her teacher was a Professor Sans Gaster. Furrowing her brow, she tried to remember where she'd heard that name before.
--
Asriel had completely forgotten about his class, it seemed, as he and Max told stories about their pasts, laughing at all the stupid things that had happened.
“Yeah! It's was so awesome. I had this big ass fire ball there, the size of a van! My sister was yelling at me to put it out, but I was so pumped. And, after bouncing it around a few times, I… burned down our house. My parents were pissed! Especially my mom. My dad eventually just shrugged his shoulders with a ‘kids will be kids’, but my mom brought it up like every time I wanted to do something for the next two years!
“That's ruff,” the dog monster spoke, before laughing at his pun. “There was one time me and my 4 quintuplets were all running around the yard, and my older brother rang the bell to let us come back in, and we all raced to the door at once. We ended up slamming into each other at full force and broke my 3rd brothers right front paw. He was babied by my parents for months and he's a total brat now because of it.”
“How many siblings do you have?” Asriel looked stunned.
“Let's see, there's the 5 oldest: Rick, Bill, Bella, Nate, and Mack; then there's me and my siblings: Max, Duke, Ben, Len, and Sue; and then the 7 kiddos: Brian, Ryan, Blue, Que, Tad, Chad, and Brad. My parents really wanted the younger ones to rhyme,” he smiled. “So… 16 siblings in total, which seems like a lot, but by the time the next litter came, the older ones before were pretty much all moved out. We grew up fast. What about you?”
“That's crazy. I have one sister and that's it. She's super awesome, and my best friend. We were practically raised as twins: in nearly all the same classes, in all the same groups, always together.”
“I wish I could be best friends with my siblings. We're all loyal, but we don't really socialize with each other very often. We fight a lot; territorial and all,” he shrugged, his ear twitching subconsciously.
“What about your parents? I bet they've gone crazy!”
“Nah. My mom and pops love each other way too much to let the other go insane. We weren't made to save a relationship, we were made because of a healthy, balanced love that wanted to be spread,” Max smiled, obviously loving his family.
“Yeah… I was born for the same reason, but as time went on… my parents fought a lot. Frisk came into our lives when we were both 8, and although it helped for a little while, they eventually went back to arguing with each other all the time. Sometimes I feel like it was my fault. I mean, I was supposed to help their love blossom and… here I am, causing them to hate each other. They even changed their schedules. Now my Dad is out at work anytime my mom has a day off or is doing something at the house. They don't sleep in the same room anymore, either,” looking down, the goat monster didn't realize that his new friend had gotten closer until canine arms were already around him.
“Hey, that's not true. Your parents are making mistakes that you don't have to repeat. They're making themselves miserable. You just need to worry about you and your sister,” Max patted his roommate's back, not at all minding the affection.
Smiling wryly, the other nodded, before glancing at the clock, “Oh, shit!! Bio begins in 5 minutes! I've gotta go. Thank you, Max!”
The dog monster, who didn't care that he was late for his own classes, grinned, “No problem!!”
Asriel finally found the room, as he saw Frisk running up to meet him from the other end of the hall. “Got lost?”
“Yeah. Come on, we're already 3 minutes late,” she bursted into the room, followed by her brother.
All eyes landed on them, except for those of the professor, who was still writing on the chalkboard. “and what's your excuse for being late?”
Frisk spoke so fast she didn't realize what she had said until it was too late, “I ran so fast I didn't have time to think of one!”
Silence reigned over the room, as the sound of chalk scraping halted. Suddenly laughter erupted from the man up front, as he turned to face the two. His eyes were two dots of light, and after he stopped laughing, he stared at Frisk for a few seconds. Clearing his nonexistent throat, he turned back to the board, a large grin set into his face, “that was a great one, kid. take a seat.”
Sighing shakily, the girl did as told, but couldn't stop staring at the… skeleton monster. She had to take several double takes just to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She didn't know what was MORE confusing: that he was literally a walking, talking skeleton, teaching a class of people about the body in which his own body could be found, or how… infuriatingly familiar he was. She gritted her teeth as she plopped down in one of the desks, her eyes watching the man closely for any signs of familiarity. It was like the memory of him was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't quite recall it. And that name… Gaster. She KNEW that name, somehow. Ignoring most of the lecture, trying and failing to recall if she had met him during any of her years in high school.
What she didn't know, though, is how every time she looked away, the skeleton himself was staring at her, feeling that same confusion. There was no way this was the girl from so long ago.