Falling Into A Different Destiny - Mr. Erratum - Part 2
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Multiverse/World - Nerd and Jock.
When - Error and his kids land in NAJ before the school year officially starts. So with them being there changes quite a few things and causes a stir in the school.
Error, Null, and Void lands into a world where kids fight more with their fists then magic, Monsters are above ground and were never were trapped in the Underground behind a barrier, Gaster Blasters do not exist along with a lot of fighting magic, and all the Monsters Error can remember seem to be students and teachers along with others he has never seen before. Then if that wasn't strange enough, Error somehow gets roped into being a teacher of all things. Now he has to deal with all this school/romance drama he in no way ever wanted to deal with. Hell, he never even went to school!....That he remembers anyway. So why do these people think it is a good idea to put him in charge of a class?!
Destiny save him from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.
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Some people have been very worried about Erratum being shipped with PJ - that is not going to happen here. It's not like in PJ's Daycare where his father isn't Error as he is a child in PJ's own daycare with their creators as their parents, so it wouldn't too weird if I decided 'Fuck it!' and went with that ship in that kind of setting as they are not father and son in any sense of the word in that world. No, here Error is the father to PJ, so that is not going to happen here. I am not taking that jump at all. That would be so cringe worthy in this setting. And Erratum is not going to look at him romantically while being his counterpart's son. Erratum would sooner fall for Error then PJ in NAJ. At the most PJ will admire if not have a slight hero/man crush - like one has on one's idol/hero, not really romantic in nature. - on Erratum after seeing him play basketball or doing something amazing.
This starts when the comic does or even a little before it with my own twist on it, so any romantic relationships that haven't formed before the start doesn't exist right now but I could be wrong on a few, and if that is true then that is okay. Like, Geno and Reaper are married and have kids, so Erratum is not going to go out with any of them. Muffet and Nightmare are not yet in a relationship nor is PJ and Fresh, Cross and Dream are not in a relationship and Error and Ink are not married yet for example. Also, break ups can happen. With Erratum being here, it can cause a butterfly effect and change things up for better or worse. But no divorces or love affairs, so Geno and Reaper are staying together.
But I still don't have any idea on who to pair him with here. Eh. I'll see where it goes. These are mostly for fun anyway.
-Chapter Start-
Erratum could not believe this was really happening to him. No, seriously, everyone must be more insane then he was to even think this was a good idea. What idiot actually thought this was a good idea? For him, a God of destruction and known killer in his own Multiverse who has killed more Monsters and humans - children, to his regret and pain. But actions have consequences. Not even Gods are above that, and errors were a artists consequences weren't they? - even then what the world holds, to teach to impressionable children on the cusp of adulthood?
Better yet, why did he even go with it? He could have said no-oh, wait.....No. No, he couldn't have said no. Not with Granny G's cookies and disappointed children on the line.
These thoughts will never leave his head, not with the proof of what is about to go down surrounding him.
The classroom's white walls reminded the glitch of the Anti-VOID that had been his prison for too many years - lifetimes - to count. Art tables stood out in front of him with stools under them, the wood they were made out of shinning in the artificial light from above and the light coming from the big windows on his right. The tables had electrical sockets in them for the sewing machines or whatever they would need. Cabinets connected to the walls on the floor that were filled to the brim with supplies, there were even cabinets on the walls above the ones on the floor as well. The teacher desk was on the right side on the room in a corner where no cabinets were, in fact the only wall without cabinets as the white board was on the wall. The front of the classroom others called it.
There was even a small room connected to the classroom, filled with more expensive items as well as larger items, such as rolls of fabrics that Erratum would have to cut or teach the children to cut for themselves to use.
The only color in the room were the posters of facts about fabrics that they put up without his permission and some smaller rolls of fabrics, yarn and strings on top of the cabinets.
The of course there was the dolls on the teacher desk. Two small skeletons with little dresses on them sitting by a framed photo of two little Babybones smiling brightly at the camera with a older women standing behind them.
Erratum needed something to calm him down. What better way then to remind himself that he has a lot to loose if he snaps and goes on a murderous rampage, killing off everyone and everything then laughing over the remains of a smoldering school as sirens go off in the background, feeling more free then ever but now having to live life on the run once more?
Personal desires mixing in with personal nightmares aside, Erratum can not escape the facts now. Not when it was almost time for his sentence to start. And especially not when Granny G even made him a new sweater for his first day on the job, it would be like throwing her gift away and spitting on it.
Erratum was now a teacher, and class starts in about a hour. Teens of all shapes and sizes were about to come to their first day of school, some of them unfortunately going to be in his class for a whole semester or even a year. Maybe more of a year if they decide to go on with his class for whatever insane reason.
"SHit." Erratum sighed, rubbing his forehead as he felt a headache of massive proportions forming just at thought of how many ways this could and most likely will go wrong. 'I'm probably going to scare some, if not all of them for life.....and/or get fired in a very violent, bloody manner.'
Not wanting to stay in the room for the whole waiting time, as the windows show the front of the school and Erratum had no desire to see all the kids that the adults are unknowingly putting in danger with him being a teacher let alone in the building, he decided to go on a short walk around the school. Maybe he can sneak out now and never come back?
That short lived hope died out the moment he walked out his classroom door via Nightmare the history teacher, something that makes Erratum laugh in his head. Imagining the Nightmare he knew, the one with tentacles and seemingly made out of black goop or tar, teaching history of all things was enough to make Erratum laugh. If only for the fact that the Nightmare he knew would give the kids nightmares for the rest of their lives, and pity the one that didn't finish their homework on time. But it was fitting, with how the Original Nightmare poisoning him for shits and giggles. Fun times.
"Mr. Miscalculation, I was hoping to talk to you." Nightmare told Erratum as he walked up to him. Erratum just sighed, turning to face the other. In a way, Erratum was grateful for the Nightmare in front of him. He looked so different from the one he knew, if only for the fact that Nightmare looked like the 'before apple incident' as he heard Original Dream call it once to Inky. It was so much easier to separate the two Nightmares because of this fact, and it made Erratum less on edge.
"WhAT iS IT?" Erratum asked, wondering if Nightmare wanted to shake hands again. "DO yOU WaNT TO shAKE hANdS aGaIN? i pRacTICEd iT AT hOmE aFTER YOU tOLD mE abOUT iT aT thAT mEEtinG." Erratum proudly told Nightmare, who had a weird look on his face, while he fiddled with his long red scarf. Once he had gotten home from the meeting, he had asked Granny G about handshakes. This lead to a lesson about them, Null and Void enjoyed it as well with him. Although he still doesn't understand the reasons for handshakes, he thinks he got it down as long as he keeps in mind his strength. Apparently breaking someone hand while shaking them was not social acceptable for some reason. "i THiNK i'M DoinG GReaT aT iT nOW."
"That's great, but no it's not what I wanted to talk to you about." Nightmare quickly said once he saw the darker skeleton raise his free hand, the other fiddling with the scarf he was wearing. Nightmare went on once the hand dropped, feeling surprisingly guilty about the slight disappointed look on the new teacher's face. "I was wondering about your plan for the first day of class."
"pLAn?" Erratum's brows frowned in thought, not knowing where Nightmare was getting at.
"Yes, I wanted to know what you were planning on doing in class for today." Nightmare explained when he saw Erratum's confusion. "For example; I am going to introduce myself, then lay down the rules, what's going to happen in the year, and what I have planned for the students." Nightmare was a bit worried and apprehensive about the new teacher, and not just because said teacher called him and the other teachers cute. Erratum has no teaching background, and while he can sew apparently, that doesn't mean he can handle teaching teenagers.
"oH, i'M GoiNG tO WiNG iT." Erratum bluntly stated once he got what the shorter skeleton was asking. "WoRSt CAsE scENaRio i THRoW mYSeLF oUT tHE wiNDoW iF i CAn't hANdlE iT. I mEaN, I DOn't WaNT tO scARe tHE kIDs FoR liFE iF I gET anGRY, bESt TO jUMP iF thAt hapPENs." Erratum went on to say, not paying any attention to the horrified shocked look he was getting from the history teacher. Erratum has fallen more then five stories - hell he's fallen more then a thousand, million and even a billion stories - and lived to tell the tale about it, but many haven't lived through his anger back in the madness days to even think about the tale. Best to just run and breath away from the kids if that happens, then decide if he should go home, go back, or just quit if it becomes too much for him to handle.
'And you think that's not going to scare them?! Seeing their teacher commit suicide because he couldn't deal with them!?' All Nightmare could do was gap at the taller skeleton, wondering for not the first time what was with this Monster. Erratum looked threatening yet broken with all the scars, chips, and marks on him. And while he looked similar to Error, Erratum felt and looked very different from the PE teacher. The tear marks on Erratum looked like actual tears, not birth marks like on Error. His face more mature and posture more relaxed yet ready for anything. He felt dangerous yet safe. Erratum looked and felt like a walking contradiction.
Nightmare had no idea what to think or feel about Erratum, it was a new feeling for him. The feeling of having no ground under his feet, not knowing anything about the other or how to proceed. Nightmare had no plan for Erratum and that scared him a little.
If only Nightmare knew that even Fate couldn't keep Erratum on his set path - therefor Fate's plan for him - then he would have felt better at not knowing what to think, do, or feel about Erratum. If Fate can't plan for Erratum then it's not Nightmare's fault that he doesn't know what to do with Erratum.
While Nightmare was getting his bearings together, the door right by Erratum's, on the left side, opened.
"Oh!" Ink peeked out to see what the noise was before giving a smile and setting out of his classroom. "I was wondering what the noise was. How are you Erratum? How do you feel about this being your first day on the job officially?" Ink inquired with a smile, feeling great as it was the first day of school.
"I FEEl liKE thIS iS gOINg to EnD hoRRiblY FOr EvERyONE. EiTHER iN a BlOODy mESS oR wiTH mE bEInG fiREd iN sOME shaPE oR foRM bUT aLL scENaRIOs ENDiNG WItH tHE stUDENtS bEINg scARREd fOR THEiR liVEs AND polICE siRENS." Erratum answered with a straight and serious face. "bUT oTHEr tHEn tHAt, i'M....." Erratum paused here, searching for the right word before shrugging. "I'M gOINg tO tRY mY bESt FoR tHE kiDS. tO ansWEr yoUr firST QuEstIOn; i WiLL bE fiNE onE dAY....i hOPE."
Because in the end that's all they were, children coming to learn. Erratum hated hurting children, hated killing them in his old Multiverse. In a way, this was a way to make things right. But it was going to be hard, harder then killing of universe even. Because for all he knew, faces of those that haunt him are going to be looking back at him, wanting to learn sewing of all things.
On the other hand though, this could be like a ticking time bomb. Just because he can handle a bunch of Charas doesn't mean he's good with kids. And Null and Void are perfect, so it's not like they will say anything to him when he messes up. They take it in stride because they were too sweet to say anything about it. In short, Erratum is going in mostly blind.
But it confused him greatly on why Ink had asked how he was, but everyone was so weird to him already, so he didn't question it. Erratum knew he wasn't okay by any means of the stretch, but maybe one day he will be fine.
Nightmare didn't know if he should go tell the nurse to be on stand by or just stay with Erratum the whole day to make sure nothing happens. Worst comes to worse, his students could learn the history on fashion throughout the years and the way society used it as a social status even still today while he shares a classroom with Erratum.
Meanwhile, Ink was wondering how bad Erratum thought of himself to think that.
"I'M gOInG tO gO FOR a WaLK BEfORE ThE kIDS cOME." And with that, Erratum turned and went down the hallway once he saw that the two others had nothing left to say to him.
Stiffly turning to look at Ink, Nightmare had the face of someone who looked like they just watched a dead man walking. "Are you sure that this is going to be okay?! He just openly admitted that he was going to screw this all up and most likely get violent! Hell, he admitted to not being okay at all!"
"I think it is going to be fine, great even." Ink said with a gentle smile, going on once he saw Nightmare's face start to turn colors in his worry and anger. "Sure, Erratum is in no way a mentally sound individual, but lets be honest here, some teachers here are not. Remember that teacher meeting we had for that Halloween party two years ago? The one where everyone brought snacks and food?"
"I'll never look at pumpkins and raisins the same way every again." Nightmare shivered lightly, a bead of sweat going down his face as he tried to repress the memories of said meeting. "But I concede on that point."
"Besides, while Erratum openly admitted to this all going to end horribly, he also said that he would try his best for the students." Ink laughed, patting Nightmare's back. "Doesn't that sound like a great teacher in the making? One who sees the bad but is going to try even if they think it is all going to go to hell?"
Nightmare snorted, a small smirk working it's way up his face. "I suppose so...." The smirk fell into a worried frown. "But he doesn't have the best opinion of himself does he? To imply that he was going to mess it up and before you came out he said that he was willing to throw himself out the window if he got angry, not wanting to scare the students with his anger.....It was like he has no value to his life as he didn't seem to be joking at all."
With a paling face, Ink hurriedly looked back down the hall as if Erratum was still there. He has no idea that Erratum said such things, that he would rather die then get angry at the kids in fear of harming them mentally. But from what he can see, Erratum is not a angry Monster, in fact he seems pretty chill if not socially awkward in ways that bring up many questions and no answers about his past. In the end there is no denying that Erratum is a mystery, a broken one at that. "Nightmare.....I really think Erratum's past is most likely very fucked up and would make even the most unloving of people cry from the injustice of it all if it can make someone not care about themselves."
Because one does not say that they would rather jump, not caring for their life if this wasn't the case. One doesn't say that it will go bad and that they are not fine at all, implying that it is all going to be their fault, if they have a healthy past.
"Most likely that is the case...." Nightmare sighed out as if in pain. "....please check up on him in between classes."
"Oh, I am way ahead of you. I'll be sure to listen through the walls too and windows if they are open later on. I may not be able to hear talking, but I'll be able to hear screaming at the least. I'll call you if I hear any screaming." Ink assured, there was no way he wasn't going to, not with how Erratum just makes him uneasy in ways he can't explain. Ink worries about him for some reason, as if Erratum was on a fine line and about to fall, and Ink needed to be there to help catch him if this is the case.
"Make sure you do.....I'll warn the nurse just in case too." Nightmare gave a nod in goodbye before turning and going down the hall to the stairs to do just that. "Hiring a Monster with no teaching degree, what was the principle thinking?"
Ink watched his fellow teacher go before going back into his classroom. 'Maybe he thought that Erratum needed this as much as the school does.'
-With Erratum-
Walking with no real destination in mind can be a dangerous thing, if only for the fact that you can run into people you really don't want to see or talk to.
Erratum is learning this life fact the hard way today it seems.
"Hey there." Sans in his work outfit and sitting at one of the tables in the school's cafeteria greeted with a lazy smirk and wink when he saw Erratum walking by. "Did you come for some food? Or are you heading to the gym?" Sans asked, wanting to know if he needed to get to the cash registrar.
"nEITHEr, i'M jUSt WaLKInG." Erratum grumbled slightly, hiding the twitch of distress at the lazy look that still haunts him to this day. At least this Sans only comes up to his upper stomach, so not really a threat to him. Still doesn't change the fact he looks so much like Classic. "AnD NO, i DON't nEEd fOOD." Erratum explained slightly. The only thing Erratum has eaten was Granny G's cookies, and she didn't make them everyday. But it is still the most he has ever eaten in centuries.
Sans just nodded, taking his last sentence as the other not being hungry right now. Before Sans could go on with the conversation, which Erratum really did not want to continue in any way shape or form, two new faces came up from the hallway connecting the gym and the cafeteria.
'What am I?! Some type of flower that attracts all these annoying bees?! I just wanted a peaceful walk but instead everyone decides to walk at the same time as I do!' Erratum's eyes twitched as he saw Error and Cross walking up. 'I should have never left the classroom...Or better yet I shouldn't have left home.'
"Hey Sans, Erratum." Cross greeted with a bright smile and wave. "How are you two doing?" Cross went on to ask while Error was flushing yellow and looking everywhere but Erratum. Error could still remember the taller similar looking skeleton calling him cute, and calling it the truth.
"Fine, just finished the prep work for breakfast." Sans answered with a tired sigh, lazy smile never leaving his face as he slumped on the table. "The over's keeping the food warm, but soon I'll have to start lunch....." Everyone could tell from the tone that he would rather just go to sleep then cook.
Twitching when Cross turned his bright smile to him, all Erratum could see was another Cross looking up at him with the same look when he came to visit Original Nightmare's gang, only for some reason Original Cross's face was filled with more color.
In any case though, Erratum did not want to answer the question. It was one he had already answered for the day, if they wanted to know they can ask Nightmare or Ink. With that in mind, Erratum turned to his shorter and much more adorable counterpart.
"WhAT DO yOU DO iN pE?" Erratum questioned, making Error jolt to attention while both Cross and Sans looked a bit confused. Who hasn't heard of PE before?
"PE stands for physical education." Error explained to the taller one, feeling more in his element now as a smirk grows on his face. "What? Haven't you ever played any sports before? Not too strong are you?"
If any one else asked that to him, Erratum would have laughed in their faces. But because these skeletons have never seen him doing his old job, he let them off the hook. But sports? Erratum frowned thinking about it, wondering what counted as a sport. "....i'VE foUgHT a LOT......AH!" Erratum snapped his fingers, recalling what one of the Charas told him and how he played with the sport AU Charas before. "WhAT DId tHEy cALl iT....mMA?" Erratum tilted his head, not noticing the worried looks he was getting. Then he shook his head, bringing his head back down to stare down at the others. "bUt i'M STRoNG." Here Erratum smirked, a glint entering his eyes, making the others stiffen and shuffle a bit. "WaNt mE tO pRoVE iT?" Erratum was in no way weak, and he was willing to prove it in about any means necessary. His strength was proof that he not only survived but can protect what is his, that he can go toe to toe with Inky and win if something of his is on the line. Without it, it means that he is too weak to do anything like protecting his children.
His strength was one of the only things that never failed him, one of the only things he can count on. His strength was what made him, what defined him. Strength was one of the most important factors in life, physical or otherwise as strength came in all forms and sizes. And all Erratum's was physical as it was proven long ago that his mental strength is very low. Erratum's strength was one of the only things he had left.
Without it, Erratum was nothing.
"No!" Cross cut in before Error could agree to it. "I-I mean....School is about to start!" Cross gave a nervous smile, sweating a bit when Erratum turned his attention to him. "There is no time for that right now...Maybe later though you could do something?"
Erratum just shrugged when Error nodded in agreement, making both Sans and Cross sigh in relief.
Cross had no idea what to think on the new teacher. Erratum seemed...oblivious in a bad way. Meaning that there were gaps in Erratum's knowledge that deeply concerned him. Not knowing what PE, a handshake, or a bunch of little things that everyone grew up knowing. Erratum also seemed to be a fighter of some kind from what he said. MMA? Mixed Martial Arts? Is that what he meant? Cross had no idea but was worried about the reasons Erratum had to fight. Those scars had to come from somewhere.
But Cross could see many good things about Erratum as well. He was well meaning, and sweet with how he gave out complements that he truly believed were truths. Erratum had said that Cross was very handsome and liked his eyes. It was sweet of Erratum to say so, it wasn't everyday that Cross met someone so.....different. Different in a good way so far.
Sans, on the other hand, was worried about Erratum's classes were going to go. He wasn't about to go digging into the other's past until he had too, but he could tell that Erratum had some issues. With the way he moved, reacted, and looked at everyone painted a very grim and morbid picture. Sans saw how Erratum looked at him, like he himself was going to suddenly snap and try to kill the taller skeleton. That screamed that there were issues that needed to get looked at the very least. The problem was will those issues show themselves to the students. He knew that his brother, Papyrus, had Erratum's class.
Sans didn't know who he was more worried about; Erratum issues getting worse as they pile kids on him or Papyrus if Erratum's issues start to show more then they already are.
Error shifted, looking up at the taller one. A hand twitched, Error wanting to rub his own skull as he saw the taller skeleton's scars look more prominent in the artificial light. Erratum gave off a....feel to Error. Like Error should know him, like Error has known him his whole life. It was weird as Error knows for sure he has never seen this scar ridden Monster. But that didn't change the fact that Error felt connected to Erratum in a way he couldn't explain.
Honestly, it worried Error because he felt that Erratum was apart of him, that he was a missing piece that he never knew was missing. There was no way he should feel like that to someone he just met, it made him want to run...but how can he run from someone that his very SOUL is telling him is safe.
It confused Error greatly. It also made him very determined to figure out just who is Erratum Miscalculation.
"i SHoULD gO sEE whAT faBRicS i hAVE iN stoRAgE tHEN...." Erratum sighed, rubbing his tear marks as he closed his eyes in thought briefly. "SEe wHAt i'M wORKiNG WiTH....AnD WhAT iS okAY tO uSE oN StARTeRS."
"Yeah, I should pull the bleachers out." Cross sighed along with Erratum, feeling his pain. "Better hurry before the bell rings..."
"bElL?" Erratum asked in confusion, not understanding what a bell had to do with anything. All three looked up at him confused until one of them got what the problem was.
"Oh! I forgot, you were home schooled." Error bopped a fist in his palm as it hit him, eyes lighting up as he went on to explain what they meant. "A bell will sound off to show that it is class time. Then a few minutes later another bell will ring out, a late bell. Usually they get a warning, then a detention if they don't have a note or good enough reason as to why they were late. The first few days though, teachers show mercy if a student is late as they are getting used to everything." Error sighed, rubbing the back of his head, thinking of all the brats that tried to pull a fast one on him with excuses. "When classes are over, a bell will ring to show that it is time to switch classes. Then a late bell. It repeats until the end of the school day."
"i SEe..." Erratum hummed before giving a nod in thanks. It was a good thing he was warned about the bell. He might have reacted without thinking if he heard it, like summoning a Gaster Blaster and destroying half the school in panic or worse. Surprises are not happy things to Erratum, most of the time in the Original Multiverse it ended in pain....for him that is. So his body reacts unconsciously to surprises to protect himself. In a way, Erratum was trained to do so. "thANkS foR thE waRninG." With that, Erratum turned back to go retrace his steps.
"......Why did he call it a warning?" Error questioned the other two quietly, worry creeping up his SOUL. "What about a bell could be a warning?"
"I have no idea, and I kind of don't want to know." Sans quickly said, getting up from his seat. "People are messed up individuals, especially in abuse cases."
"You really think he's been abused?" Cross asked, a frown marring his face.
"Look at him, and then look me in the eyes and tell me you don't think he's been abused in some way or form." Sans challenged in retaliation. "There is no way he got those scars just from sewing or knitting."
Cross looked off to the side with a frown, eyes half lidded to hide the glint of sadness and pain in them. Abuse was not something to take lightly after all....and he wonders not for the first time just what Erratum went through.
"Now the only question is; What kind of abuse was it?" Error frowned, glitching growing slightly worse. "Physical is obvious...but what about sexually, mentally or emotionally? Then we have to ask who abused him and for how long, who they were to him. Family? Romantic partner?" Error shrugged at the shocked and horrified looks he was getting. "What? I had to take a medical course for my PE degree, it covered abuse cases in it. And on that note, it also covered the issues and phobias of them." Here, Error's face darkened. "Hopefully we are over analyzing this whole thing, but it never hurts to be prepared. We also have to think on if Erratum is getting help or even got away from the abuse. For all we know it is still going on."
Wasn't that a frightening thought, that Erratum was still getting abused? Cross wanted to argue that point, as Erratum looked like he would take no one's shit, but stopped himself. If it was someone who you loved that was hurting you, could you fight them? His SOUL pounded as he thought back to every report on abuse from the news. Most didn't run because they loved the abuser in some way, that or they felt that they had no where to run to.
"We keep our ears and eyes open." Cross was saying before he even realized it, a fire in his eyes. "Spread the word to the other teachers. Ask some questions to Erratum when we can, but make sure not to be too pushy." Cross took in a deep breath. "After all, this is all speculation.....but..."
"It never hurts to be careful." Sans grinned grimly. "Best case scenario we're wrong."
"And worse case scenario we don't try and Erratum ends up dead or worse." Error laughed, no humor in it at all.
A thought hit all three of them as they went back to their work.
Maybe there was a more grim reason that Erratum was home schooled.
-In Erratum's Classroom, Almost A Hour Later-
"So, how did you get stuck in this class?" Undyne asked her fellow jock, a smirk working it's way up her face. The fish Monster relaxed at her seat in the back right by her best friend, a skeleton Monster. "I didn't think your dad would make you take this kind of class?"
PJ, a dark skeleton with a part of his skull floating off as if it was ink and paint marks on his face, snorted and leaned onto his desk that he was now sharing with Undyne. "Yeah, no. I needed a art credit and all the other classes was full so they put me into this one."
"Same." Undyne sighed before a grin worked it's way up. "But I heard a new teacher is teaching this class. Rumors say that this class had been off the roster because they couldn't find a teacher for it, until now that is."
"Hmmmm." PJ hummed in response, watching more students coming in, the teacher not in sight yet. "My Dad didn't mention a new teacher-Oh, look who it is." PJ smirked when he saw Fresh come in and sit with Papyrus in the front row, Alphys going to sit by Blueberry who nodded in greeting to the shy Monster. "Seems we're sharing with some nerds."
"As if this could get any worse." Undyne groaned, tearing her eyes away from Alphys to see Horror sitting next to a sleepy Asriel a table over. "....Who thought it would be a good idea to let Horror take a class were we are going to be using needles?"
Before PJ could answer, the last bell rang out, meaning it was time for class. Before any of the students could began to mutter, the back door burst open making everyone jump and turn in their seats to look at the reason, only to freeze when they got a good look at the new comer.
A tall dark skeleton wearing a dark blue, almost black sweater that had red stitching, black jeans, tennis shoes, leather gloves, and a long red scarf was soon walking to the front of the class.
But what really caught there attention was a few details. Like the fact that the new skeleton was covered in chips, marks, and scars all over from what they can see. And there was also the fact that he looked very much like Coach Error yet still very different at the same time. Some students were even glancing to the skeleton now standing at the front of the class to a very shocked PJ.
Erratum wanted to bail. Bail fast and hard once he got a good look at his class. A Undyne, a teen aged Undyne at that, was going to be a handful if she was anything like her older counterpart. Not to mention that teens were supposed to have more energy too. A Alphys was no problem, she was most likely here to make whatever those things are called for her cartoons that she watches. A Horror!Sans Erratum could work with, he knew how they ticked mostly and it will either go good or bad. A Killer!Sans as well was in here, and a few others that Error could recognize. But luckily for all involved, it was a small class as it was a new one and the first class of the day.
But seeing a teen aged Fresh and Swap?Hell, he could see Cross's Chara sitting the the very back! A Chara! It took a lot not to jump out the window right then and there. Here's hoping they don't act like the ones he knows. Less pain all around, physical, mental and emotional. And to think, this is only his first class. Meaning that more look-a-likes and counterparts are going to show up, messing with Erratum's fragile sanity.
Yay.
Shaking those thoughts off, Erratum looked out to the students and started to wing it. What else was he supposed to do? He knew nothing about schools or teaching.
"hElLo, i AM ERRaTuM MIscAlculAtIOn. CaLL mE ERRatUM." 'Start simple, start simple.' Erratum chanted in his head, not knowing what else to do really. What happens when he runs out of simple things to say? Oh well, all the more reason Erratum should not have been hired. Erratum went on, ignoring the looks he was getting for how his voice sounded. "I'M The TEachER foR SeWInG, tHIS iS sewING ONE. fOR THoSE whO hAVe nO iDea WHAt THEy aRE DOINg AnD nEEd a SaFE plAcE tO lEaRN iT.....AnY QuEstIONs bEfoRE i gO oN wiTH THe RulES?" Erratum asked aloud, and once he saw a hand go up he already wanted the day to end. With a sigh, Erratum pointed to the hand. "yES? NaME anD QUEstION." Not that he really needed a name unless the counterparts went by a different name. It seems to be a toss up in this Multiverse.
"My name is Fresh Mr. Erratum." Erratum had to stop the brow raise at that, seems this Fresh really is different from the one he knew. The Virus would have said a bunch of outdated words while trying to break the other person with said words. There truly is Mercy, more then ever in this Multiverse. "And I was wondering what you meant by 'a safe place to learn'?"
"WElL, yOU coULD lEaRn oN yoUR oWn anD stAB YOursElVEs WiTH thE neEdlES, gET yoUR hAND cauGHt IN tHE machINE, CuT yOUR FinGERS oFF, hElL, yOu COuLD EvEN gET soMEoNE elSE hURt." Erratum listed off many things that could happen while learning by yourself. He should know, Erratum has had many of these happen to him while learning. A teacher would have been great if any of the Monsters didn't want him dead. But Erratum stopped at the pale faces he was getting, feeling that he made his point. "I AM hERe tO mAKe suRE nONe oF tHEse THinGS hAPPen, anD iF THEY Do tHEN i maKE suRE yOU gEt hELp."
Seeing that no one else was raising their hand, Erratum went on. "nOW oNtO tHE rULEs. FiRsT thINgs fiRSt, No NEEdlES lEavE thiS RoOM." Erratum glared darkly at the students, making more then one want to cry. "If YOU WanT tO STab ONE anoTHer, DO iT ouTSiDE thE claSSroOm WiTH yoUR oWn nEEdlES. OR bETTer YEt, dO it OUtsiDE THE scHOOl SO thAT iT IS noT mY pRoblEM. Do yOU knoW hoW HArd iT IS tO gET bLOOD oUT? mUCH lESs DuST?" Erratum snorted, frowning at the shocked students. "i ALSO hAVE a liFE, i DOn't hAVE tIME tO bE quEstIONed bY stAFF oR thE coPS.....In oTHer woRDs; If ONE of YOu dO tAKE a NEEdlE anD huRT somEONe wiTH iT In SchOOl gRoUNDs oR evEN aROUnd mE, YOu bEttER pRaY fOR thE mERcy tHAt thE cOPS TAke YOu AwaY bEfoRE i gET tO yoU."
PJ could not believe this. Here was a teacher telling them that if they want to hurt themselves or others, to do it on their own time. And if they are stupid enough to try it at school, Mr. Erratum just point blank low-key if not bluntly threatened them all with body harm. All the other teachers would tell them not to do or even think of that at all! But Mr. Erratum? Nope, just do it outside the school so that it is not his problem and if you do, then you better be ready for what was coming....What the hell?! What kind of Homeroom teacher did they get?!
Horror though, was grinning behind his surgical mask. Finally! A teacher he can get into! Asriel was now wide awake, staring wide eyed at the new teacher. Chara didn't know if he should laugh or gap at how blunt this teacher was. Killer, meanwhile, was now in awe of the new teacher. Not even Mr. Nightmare was that blunt or said such things to the students. Fresh gulped with Alphys, Undyne's eyes were not sparkling and stars, Swap was wondering how this teacher even got his job but was also impressed that the teacher actually said that, and Papyrus was just thankful that the teacher cared so much for them as to say such things.
"nExT, iF soMEthINg iS WRonG, YOu caN coME tO ME." Erratum turned grim and serious, making the students sit up straight unconsciously. "YoU aRE mY CLaSS, AnD i pRotecT WHaT IS mINE. If YOU hAvE a PRoBlEM, I WiLL hELp YOU oR gET yOU hELp. IF yoU cALL fOR hELP, i WiLL anSWER." Erratum would not let others not let others, especially teens, go without help. Besides, Erratum could admit to himself that he was one possessive bastard, what his is his. Those in his classes were his until any of them said so, and he would protect them like he would do with anything else that was his. "i RefUSE tO lEt anY oF YoU suFFeR iF i cAN hELP iT."
Alphys's eyes started to sparkle. A teacher who would stand up for them. She could feel that this one was not all talk too. Not with those dead serious eyes and grim frown on his face. While Mr. Erratum looked very harsh, and sounded it too, he seemed to have a kind SOUL with his small plea of coming to him for help so that none of them get hurt or suffer. She wouldn't be shocked if he went without out help himself, with how he sounded as he talked about it. Looks can be deceiving after all, Mr. Erratum didn't seem all too bad no matter how dangerous he looked. Her SOUL started to beat faster, a smile playing on her face. 'Mr. Erratum....'
Fresh had to force himself not to glance back at PJ and Undyne. Being bullied was not a nice feeling, and now he had a out. Gulping, Fresh weighed his options. Because now he had a choice. Sure, he could have gone to any teacher with the bullying before, but PJ is the star of the basketball team and would have been let off lightly with his Father being a teacher. But Mr. Erratum looked like he didn't give any shits about that kind of stuff, not with how seriously he was stating that he will give help to those that need and want it. If the Jocks started to hurt him...then he could run to Mr. Erratum for protection. It could get worse though.....Options, Fresh needed to think on all his options first. If he was willing to risk it all to get help if he needed it.
Killer shifted, his SOUL stuttering. Only Mr. Nightmare has tired to really help him with his problems, not any of the other teachers even tried. So to hear that someone would listen and actually help him was a nice surprise. But he had no idea how to feel about this new teacher. The unknown is scary after all. He would need to do the 'wait and see' approach to see if this teacher was all talk or not.
Seeing that all the students were taking his words to SOUL, Erratum continued on as he thought back to how Nightmare said he was going to do his introduction to his class. He can just put up a list of rules later, adding on to it as he learned. Less confusing that way. But that meant he had to say something else.....Well, when in doubt just wing it.
"WE aRE gOINg TO lEaRN hoW tO mAKE dOlLS, CLoTHING AnD lITTle THinGS lIKE hAndKErChiEFs AND scaRvES. SEWinG wiLL bE tHe maIN foCUSe, BUt We wiLL dO SOmE knITTing, CRoCHEt, AnD EmbROiDEry." Erratum started to explain what he was going to teach, making a mantle note to write this down because he knew he was going to forget what he supposed to be teaching what month. "WE'LL stART WiTH a EasY tHInG, lIKE a ApROn FOR exAMpLE, aND woRK oUR WAy UP. BUt fiRSt ThINgs FiRst, i Will TEach YOu hoW tO stiTCh, KNoT thE tHReaD, HoW to WORk THE machINEs anD SaFTy RuLEs. BIG pRojEctS coME laTEr ON afREr YOu aLL lEaRN THe bASiCS." Which, Erratum knew, he had to get from a book. What doesn't kill him could kill others, what merely annoys him can hurt others. Good thing the Principal already made the students get a textbook on safety rules and the basics, Erratum got one too as well. It also helped that Granny G had explained what projects he can do and how to grade them all. At least he had something and someone to go off on. "iF YOu PlaY AroUND In HErE, iT caN gET DanGrOUS AnD I WIlL kiCK yOU oUt." Erratum looked around the class once more before sighing and relaxing a bit. "AnY QuEsTIOns aT aLL? WE'RE noT dOING anYThiNG toDAy So yoU caN aSK anYThiNG. JUst NAMe anD quEstION."
Erratum meant this as it was okay to literally ask anything they wanted to, from why the sky was blue to why he was even teaching here when he looks like he could kill someone. The class took this as it was time to get to know their new teacher. After all, most teachers did the 'let's get to know one another better by asking questions' rout. Both were on the same page, just different ways getting there.
Erratum pointed to the hand that shot up like it was stuck by lightening, hoping that this doesn't go to hell when everything is said and done.
"PaperJam, but I go by PJ." PJ lowered his hand, narrowing his eyes at the teacher. He had so many questions but decided to go with one of the things that was bugging him the most. "H-How did you get all those scars?" It was either this, or asking if he really did just tell them it was okay to hurt themselves outside the school.
Everyone watched Mr. Erratum stiffen, his eyes going unfocused for a moment as if reliving something before blinking, getting back in focus. The dark teacher then started to scratch his tear marks as he actually answered the question; most students thought that he would say it was none of their business.
"i gOT A loT oF thESE FROm AnoTHeR pErsON." Erratum paused, wondering how to explain without giving himself away. "MulTiplE pEOPLE. lETs JUSt saY THEy DiDn't LIKE mE bEcaUsE oF HOW i lOOKeD." There, simple but vague. And he wasn't lying, Inky and OM!Dream always mentioned how ugly he was, along with the others as well. So no lie in it, just a part of the truth.
"You were beaten by racists?!" Papyrus gasped in shock, hands going to his mouth.
"NoT ReaLLy, THEy onLy hATEd mE." Erratum waved it off, leaning on the whiteboard behind him. "ThEy WeRE mONStERs ToO As WElL AND i KNEW thEM foR yEaRS, tHEY NEvER DId THE saME to OTHERs." OM!Dream hated OM!Nightmare and his gang, but OM!Nightmare was still his brother in the end and that counted for something. Inky mostly fought Erratum, only getting involved with PM!Nightmare's business when he had to. "SoMEtIMEs SOmEoNE hATEs YOU, AND yOU caN do NOtHING aboUT It." Erratum said, knowing this very well. "DOEs THAt ansWER yOUr QuEstIOn Pj?"
"Y-Yes sir." PJ gulped, not expecting the teacher to answer them honestly and bluntly. It really hit home how different this teacher was, and not just for the fact he openly admitted to being beat on for years by someone or someones who hated him for most likely no reason. "Thanks...."
"yOur WElCoMe. nExT QuEstIOn?" Erratum asked not seeing anything wrong with what he told the class, eyes roaming about as more hands shot up. Seeing a very innocent and worried expression, Erratum held in a sigh and pointed to the front. "yOU."
"Hello! I am Papyrus." Papyrus smiled brightly before it fell a notch in worry. "Does it still hurt? Are you okay? I can go get the nurse if you need it!" Papyrus along with the rest of the students stilled when a low glitched chuckle sounded out.
Erratum couldn't help but chuckle, it seems some things never change no matter the Multiverse. "Of cOURse iT sTiLL hURtS!" Erratum waved off their shocked looks. "BuT i'M USed TO iT, i gOT a hIgH pAIn IntOlERanCE AnYWay." Here Erratum's eyes light up, a grin breaking out as a idea hit him. "tHE oNLy OK i AM iS IN 'brOKen'!" Erratum laughed at his joke, missing the horrified looks - and some impressed looks - that he was getting.
When his laughing died, Erratum looked around once more in question. "ANy moRe qUEstIONs? I AM yoUr hOMERooM tEachER, So WE haVE a FEW moRE minutES UNtIl tHE moRniNG annOUnceMent. EvEN tHEN, We'RE noT doINg muCH TOdaY WHen clASs stARts." Erratum admitted, not seeing the point of doing anything on the first day. This also gives him a out, he doesn't have to teach today!
The only human in the room raised his hand, making Erratum point to him. "The name's Chara, I want to know why you even took this job." Chara pretty much stated then questioned, wanting to know how this guy even got pass the background checks much less get the job. It was obvious that this Monster was not mentally sound, and while he seems like one hell of a cool Monster if not reasonably stable for what he seems to have gone through, Chara just wants to know how. How in the double hell did he get this job?! "You don't seem the teaching type....."
"oH, i'M NOT." Erratum agreed right away, he was in no way someone who should be teaching any type of student much less teens. "buT THe iSSuE iS, i DiDn't hAVe a CHoiCe reALLy." Erratum shrugged at their ridiculous faces they were making. "i nEEdeD a JOb, ANd thE olD tEachER thAT uSEd tO tEaCH thIS claSS liVE nExt DOoR tO ME. ShE oVEr TaLKEd mE, tHE rESt iS a bLUR REaLLy. THE nExT tHIng i kNEw, i hAD a JOb. I nEvER THouGHt thEY woULD ActuALly hiRE mE!" Erratum shakes his head, still seeing this whole thing ridiculous. He was in no way going to be a good teacher.
It struck him that he should warn the students this. Best they know this now then learn it later on that he is going to mess this whole thing up. The only time he has ever taught anyone was with the Charas, and that was about murdering Monsters and how to cause the most or least pain; What does that tell you? Erratum was not the Monster to teach innocent teens, he was going to mess them up.
The whole class watched as Mr. Erratum stood straight, eyes sad with a frown on his face. "ClASs, kiDs.....i'M gOINg tO FuCK Up." Alphys gasped while more then one jaw dropped. "I hAVe nO tEacHINg dEEgRE, i HAvE nO clUE hOW tO TEaCH. tHeY nEvER shOUld hAVe hiREd mE." The teacher took in a deep breath, sounding so broken. "buT i WanT tO Do mY bEst foR yOU aLL, i WaNT yOU AlL tO hAVE thE bEST. ANd WHilE i mAY noT bE thE bEst oR evEN thE secOND bEST - iN faCT i'M pRobably jUSt bEFoRE thE woRST - i WanT TO giVEnyOU mY bESt." The teacher gave a broken smile unconsciously, not noticing all the students hanging onto his words. "I DOn'T WanT yOU tO GO thROuGh WhAT i hAVE bEEN thROUgH, I DOn't WaNt yOU tO DO WhAT i hAve donE oR fEEl lIKE thE woRST. i WANt yOU tO bE bETtER thEN mE, hAVE bEttER tHEN mE. TO nEvER giVE uP." Mr. Erratum raised a hand and lightly touched his tear marks, eyes unfocused as he talked softly to all the students who held their breaths. "SO i'M GOinG TO fuCK UP a LOt, i'M GOINg tO mesS uP And i cAN sEE mYSeLF gEtTinG fiREd EasILy, buT i'm GOINg tO DO my BEsT foR yOU aLL." Mr. Erratum looked out to all the students, eyes pleading with them all. Something they never saw a teacher do. "I cAN oNLy Ask THAt yOU bE patiENt wItH mE. BUt i UNDeRstAND iF YOU DoN't WanT mE. I AM a bROkEN mONstER. i CaN GO TO tHE oFFicE riGHt nOW iF yOu WaNT mE TO anD GET yOU a nEw, bETTer tEachEr." Mr. Erratum looked deadly serious about this. More then one student gasped at this new information.
"thIS iSN't abOUt WHaT tHE schOOl WanTs. WHAt i WanT OR WhAt anYoNE ElsE WanTS. THis is alL abOUt WhaT EacH oF yOU waNT. THiS iS yoUR FutURE, YoUR waNTs anD WiSHEs. I RefUSE to PUt yOU alL in DAngER, AND tHAt INcluDEs mE. I AM DanGErOUs. IF noTHinG elSE, REmembER tHIS; i WILl hEaR YOur CriEs FOr hELP EvEN iF oTHErs WiLL noT. EVEn iF iT MEaNS i HAVe TO gET fiREd FOR tHAT cRy TO bE anSWeRED."
Alphys and Papyrus were blinking away tears, both hearing a broken Monster trying his best for them and them alone, one last broken plead that most likely has went unheard for many years. Chara's jaw was on the floor, never thought that he would ever hear a teacher say such things to a bunch of students. Horror was frozen as he had caught some words that made him wonder just what this teacher has done in his obviously long life. Killer was curled up slightly, hand to his chest as he slowly smiled, knowing that this teacher was more different then any other. Asriel was leaning heavily on the desk, hiding his face in his arms, not wanting to meet that old and hardened eyes that told stories that he didn't want to see for Asriel knew that he wouldn't be able to handle the pain the other went through. Undyne gulped, SOUL hammering in her chest while she stared at the Monster who admitted to being dangerous, and was willing to leave if they didn't want him. 'Was he really that dangerous then?'
PJ was shaking lightly, taking a close look at all those scars on his Father's look-a-like and thought to how his own Dad taught his class compared to Mr. Erratum. It hit PJ that Mr. Erratum was a better teacher just for being open and real about everything and willing to go to extremes for them even if he didn't know any of them.
Fresh couldn't believe this teacher in front of him, but nothing about it sounded or even looked like a lie. Mr. Erratum was telling the truth, and Fresh wasn't stupid. He can read in between the lines and see the picture the words were painting and while the picture looked great for the students, it looked horrible for Mr. Erratum. Fresh leaned forward a bit to get a closer look at the sewing teacher, looking at all the scars and marks, and thought on what life, what horrors, this Monster must have gone through to not care for himself.
Unknown to Mr. Erratum, Swap had his cell phone out the whole time, recording every word he said. At first, Swap wanted to do this as to show his friends what this new teacher was all about, but now he wanted to show the whole school if only for the fact that this teacher was unlike any before. Sure, some teachers plead with patience as it is their first time teaching, but quitting if they felt unsafe with him? That was a new one. Never mind the fact that Mr. Erratum sounded so raw while saying so, that they matter more then anything else and he would help them no matter what or who was involved. It made his SOUL beat faster and sink at the same time because of the fact that Swap, for some reason unknown to him, felt and knew that Mr. Erratum would keep his word about it. If one of them so much as said they didn't feel safe with him, he would leave.
And for some reason, Mr. Erratum leaving made Swap want to cry. Like if the new teacher left, Swap would loose something important. It was like someone was screaming at him to not let this new teacher go and help him.
Erratum told the students this, hoping to get fired and/or quit sooner rather then later because he knew it was going to blow up in his face.
But, unknown to him, he got the opposite to happen.
Over the course of the class time, within in the first minutes in fact, Erratum had gotten the whole class to swear to themselves that they wouldn't let him go for one reason or another.
It also said a lot, that over the course of the first week, that some - all - of his first class and some - a lot - of the other students that he didn't even teach got very worried over him as they noticed some worrying things over the school day and became over-protective of the broken skeleton because of what they noticed.
Of course, this just made the teachers more worried and confused as to what is going on.
Really, it mostly started at lunch time when students started to really noticing something is wrong with their teacher if they haven't already.
-Lunch Time-
Erratum nearly went into a boneless heap once the lunch bell rang out. He was now free for about three classes, as his class was still new and small. The other teachers were not so lucky and only had one class time off. Suckers.
"okAY, gET gOInG yOu tErRoRs." Erratum sighed, waving off the class as he say down at his desk with his eyes closed. "SEe YoU alL laTER." With that, Erratum could hear the students getting up and leaving.
Teaching took a lot out of Erratum. Not because he had no fucking clue what he was doing - although that did play a part and was something that was going to bite him in the butt sooner rather then later - but because of who some of the students are or looked like.
He has seen and had a Frisk in his class. It took so much out of him not to see some of the few Frisks that were on the Chara side, or the other Frisks that cause so much issues with blaming Chara for their choices. Erratum had been so close to actually throwing the student out of the window on instinct alone before it hit him that this wasn't any Frisk he knew. Another example would be having a Raspberry - SwapFell!Sans - who went by Razz in his class. Erratum nearly threw his desk as he walked through the door, thinking that Raspberry had come to tear him apart limb by limb again.
Luckily for all, Erratum has some very good self control when children are involved.
Then some of the other kids looked like children of the Monsters he knew. No, he was not joking. It sent shivers down his spine once he finally noticed why some students looked so similar yet different to the Monsters he once knew, it was because they looked like their love child. But look-a-likes are nothing new, so Erratum decided to push those thoughts away. He in no way wanted to think of any of the Monsters he knew getting together, he knows that happens but that doesn't mean he wants to see the result of it. Too many what ifs and disgusting images that come to mind if he thinks about it.
"Mr. Erratum?"
Erratum's eyes shot open at the call. With a blink, Erratum looked to the student and tried to place a name to him. A dark skeleton with a red eye and a blue on with a bandage on his cheek under the red eye was looking to him. He was wearing a white hoodie with black designs on the arms, long black pants with white X's on the knees and white and black shoes.
"inCubUX, RiGHt?" Erratum asked to make sure, he never really trusts his memory anymore after all he has been through. When the student nodded to show that he was in fact Incubux, Erratum scratched his tear marks in confusion. "WHAt DO yoU nEEd?"
The teen then flushed, looking both ways suspiciously. Now Erratum was raising a brow and was getting ready to get up. Faces like that usually meant one of two things; The first meaning this was going to be hilarious for him, second being that it is going to end in pain in some way or form for him.
"A-Are you going to make a seating chart?" Incubux asked once he saw that all the students were out of the class.
Erratum frowned, not really understanding what a seating chart was. Incubux saw the frown and got the wrong idea from it. But before the teen could panic, Erratum decided how to answer him.
"i DOn'T THinK SO." Erratum decided on. Not knowing what it was, he couldn't say he wasn't going to do it. Best to settle on a 'maybe' then a 'no' when he is going to do it anyway. "WhY?" Erratum asked back, not seeing what the big deal was.
"We'll, I was hoping to sit next to someone....." Incubux muttered, making Erratum smirk at the embarrassed face the teen was making now. But before Erratum could comment on it, someone stepped into the room catching both of their attention.
"Hey Erratum, I was wondering if you wanted to join me with watching the cafeteria as you have three free periods." Ink said as he walked in, feeling a whole lot better when he didn't hear any screaming coming from the classroom. But some did look a little red eyed though....But Ink is sure it wasn't anything! The students would have told someone if that was the case.
Ink paused once he saw Erratum talking to a student, one of Nightmare's sons at that. "Whoops! Sorry about that." Ink chuckled before he smiled at the both in front of him. "I'll leave you two to your talk, Erratum if you decide to help just go to the cafeteria. But you can eat if you want to first." Ink waved at them while he walked out. "I'll see you in a few Incubux!"
How badly he wanted to bang his head on the desk, but Erratum had more important things to get done. "DO yOU nEEd SOMEthiNg elSE?" Erratum sighed as he stood up, wanting to get this over with so that he could call Granny G and see how the boys were doing.
"No, thanks Mr. Erratum." Incubux answered as he gathered his items. "Have a nice lunch."
"i'M nOt EatING." Erratum promptly answered as he went to the door after Incubux did. Once they were both out, Erratum turned and locked the door like he was told to, students still the hallway.
Incubux frowned in confusion. "Did you forget your lunch at home?" Incubux pointed to the way to the cafeteria with his thumb. "You know, you can also buy food from the cafeteria. Or you can even leave and get some, you are a teacher." Incubux added, he could remember his own Dad doing that a few times.
"NO, i juSt DOn't EaT." Erratum said, not seeing anything wrong with it. Food to him is a choice, he doesn't need it to survive after all. He knew it was different to the others, but not too different in his mind. Sure, he looked up online about what Null and Void should be eating, but the rest? For all he knew other Monsters only needed to eat once a day or something. Teens and adult Monsters are different from children of course and not to mention that every type of Monster has different needs, so what did Erratum know? "DOn't ReaLLy lIKE tO anYWaY, EatINg iS a pAIN anD a WasTe oF tIme." Erratum sighed, thinking of all that time wasted for eating. By the time you finish the food, Erratum could have destroyed ten or more AU's if he didn't have to fight Inky. Now though, he focuses more on the kids, Granny G, and his online business. Why waste time eating? "bEsiDES, i ATe a FEw daYS agO. I shOUld bE fiNE FoR a WhILE." Erratum added in before he started on his way.
Incubux just watched his teacher walk away in horror before catching the eye of a equally horrified Undyne was was a few lockers down and heard everything. It was safe to say, the video of the first class and what they heard was passed around to their friends and other classmates by the time lunch ended that day.
That was the start of a whole mess of massive confusion, misunderstandings, assumptions, and drama of epic proportions that Erratum in no way wanted or be apart of. A simple thing in Erratum's mind is no way simple in others minds. What he sees as normal is not normal to others, he forgets this little piece of information frequently.
That is Erratum's problem in the end, he forgets what is normal and what is not and it just makes things so much worse.
But as a Monster that doesn't really care for his own life, what can you expect? Others are starting to see this and make their own assumptions for their questions.
These assumptions will lead to misunderstandings.
The misunderstandings will lead to confusion to all parties involved.
In the end, Erratum is going to wish that he quit while he had the chance when students and teachers of all kinds start acting funny around him. They think something is up with him, and that worries him deeply. Did they find out that he wasn't who he says he is?!
Emotions are going to run high, hearts and SOULS alike will break and heal, crushes will form and fade, love will come and change so much, and Erratum is going to slam his head into the wall and try to break his skull open to try and understand just what in hell is going on around him, he'll never understand teens much less the teachers.
Let the High School drama start.
Destiny save Erratum from hormonal teenagers and love struck teachers.
-End Chapter-
Right now, everyone is assuming what has happened to Erratum. They can't even think that he is a God - a forced one at that - that tried to commit suicide only to fail twice and land into their Multiverse via Destiny. No one is going to jump to that conclusion without proof standing them in the face. Heck! they wouldn't even think that with the proof singing and doing ballet right in front of them. Only if someone shows them and tells them are they going to know. Proof and the story right there in front of them.
Assumptions are going to run wild, abuse involved in almost every assumption. Like some students will think that Erratum had a abusive partner/lover while others think that his family messed him up. Maybe a mixture, but they all involve Erratum getting hurt because of all the scars on him. Rumors are going to spread about him because of all the students talking about him and the video that gets passed around, some will not be good of course.
The teachers all have their own thoughts on Erratum and why he is like the way he is. And some are keeping their eyes and ears open just in case, ready to get involved with the 'issue' at a moments notice if need be. I will go in more detail with the teachers and students in the next chapter. I will also show more on how the students get all over protective - Erratum's new protection squad! - over him.
Now I can't help but think of a teacher falling for Erratum, and if they have a kid, the kid being all like 'I don't think your good enough for Mr. Erratum.' much to their parent's shock. It would only get worse with the kid acting like a over protective shield, being like 'I'm watching you!' or 'You better not try anything funny with Mr. Erratum, he's too naive too see anything but I'm not!' and 'Mr. Erratum's too obvious to see it, but I'm not. Try anything and I don't care if your my parent, I will break every bone in your body and they won't be able to prove it.'
On that note, I still don't know who to pair up Erratum with in this story. But rest assured, he will not be paired up with a student. Some of the students may have crushes on him, causing drama with it, but he will not be paired up with a student.
I can add in new characters though to make things more interesting and different. Maybe a rival school filled with Swapped or Fell versions of themselves, bringing in their own drama when the meet Erratum. Love triangles or something, I don't know. I'll have to think on it.
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