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Generic information
Cloudlings are antropomorphic creatures with extremely fluffy and soft fur, resembling a poodle's. They are usually around the height and weight of an average human with a lifespan estimated to be a rather short 300 years. Their body crumbles to dust upon death, but they do bleed in the process. The main component responsible for oxygen transmission is called hemocyanin, thus their blood is blue.
Powers and abilities
Their main power comes from elemental magic, the known elements being:
water: Mostly aquakinesis, in cases it grants some control over weather along with wather breathing, the most circumstential power to use, especially nowadays
wind: The user of the elemental power can decide the intensity and direction of the wind, the stronger the wind, the harder to control
ice: Kryokinesis, stronger spells take a toll on the user, can be fatal for both the user and the target
electricity: Just your average lightning powers, allows the user to set up an electric terrain upon being completely mastered, makes the user semi-immune to electric shocks
light and shadow: The two are paralels of each other, sometimes separated from each other. Twins have a higher chance of receiving these elements, they do not indicate the alignment of the user
The last two are the rarest with only one documented case so far over the centuries. These elemental powers are developed uniquely by each cloudling and requires lots of training from an early age to ensure no one is endangered later, as their intensity grows. It is possible for every family member to have a different elemental power.
According to the recovered notes from ancient times, several cloudlings expressed the use of Soul Traits, despite all of them having a monster soul. These notes also state that despite being monsters of some sort, they weren't capable of absorbing other kinds of souls at all.
Known Traits used by cloudlings:
Kindness: Mainly healing magic and shields, as the desire to help others decreases, the trait uses its strengh
Patience: Portal creation and teleportation along with analytical spells such as reflecting a spell back to its user or copying them, potal creation requires precise coordinates in case the destination hasn't been visited before along with power enhancers if the user wants to leave the planet,
Integrity: This relies on the user's morals, therefore it doesn't have a set form or way of usage. The most common usages are related to gravity manipulation, the easiest trait to use, thus often underrated
Justice: Mainly focuses on projectile creation. Requires a stable moral compass just like Integrity, but harder to lose. Rarely used among Cloudlings.
Perseverance: This trait allows the user to change the form of the object they are using, along with their own form. As the user's will is broken, the trait is lost, until the spark is relit.
One cloudling can possess multiple traits at once and these traits aren't neccesarily connected to elemental magic. Also each trait has aspects that are universally used by all cloudlings, but doesn't make them a trait user.
Other powers:
Flight: A universal power for all cloudlings. Tends to drain the user's soul of magic rather quickly so many suspected the power to be lost within a few centuries as it remained unused most of the time. The amount of magic drained can be decreased with Integrity and Wind magic, meaning it might become a power exclusive for Integrity and Wind magic users, who make up a large majority of the society.
Spiritual powers: A large number of cloudling children are gifted with ability to see and talk to the departed, to read into another individual's fate or to understand feral beings. If these powers are honed from a young age, the gifted can pass down these abilities to their offspring. This, however, went unnoticed most of the time, thus the children lost their connection to these powers by their teenage years.
Their society
Cloudlings formed a semi-secluded society of their own further from humans and other monsters, but close enough to stay in trading range. They were known to be pacifists, using their powers mainly to defend themselves and their allies or to disarm foes, but never to cause actual injuries willingly.
The remaining notes claim that their mannerisms were sometimes foreign, making them social misfits among societies in the time. Thourough analysis says that these mannerisms are very similar to the ones we use today, raising the theory that claims time travel may have introduced these behavioral patterns early on.
The families usually had 2-3 generations living together, but single parents were also quite common. They used their spare magic to create the soul and vessel for the offspring, thus queer families were just as common as heterosexual families. Natural born cloudlings are born genderless, with the choice to transition or stay this way open for them to decide on their own. Despite the acceptance of wanting to transition, most cloudlings stay genderless, with a presentation that's just as unique as they are, with no signs of hate towards each other.
CW: This segment of the post mentions genocide, inhumane experiments and possibly abuse and torture. Continue at your own risk.
The downfall
As opinions about monsters became more and more hateful and the infamous war began, cloudlings were forced to decide wether they escape, stay and fight or do nothing and accept their fate. Most families left their homes, few decided to fight. Recovered notes claim they were all slaughtered in cold blood by both humans and other monsters, their pleas for mercy disregarded.
Present Day
A group of dedicated researchers at an organization decided to bring back this forgotten society after they learned that one of the students is actually a descendant of the few who survived. The student would later be tricked into experiments at an undisclosed location that started the cloning process, which later led to several gene splicing experiments. As the clone emerged, the original student went missing days later, without a trace. The research group however wasn't satisfied with the results. Since the specimen required human DNA to be stabilized, they deemed it a failure, and vowed to try again. Still, the clone was "raised" and released from containment. Its memories of being given large amount depressants and unneccessary amount of surgeries were completely altered and replaced, giving it the illusion of a normal but busy family background.
Later said clone returned to the organization as an intern, where it was involved in several experiments in order to create a better version of said clone. The finals were shamelessly rigged, giving it a death sentence, which it accepted, although with hesitation. However not only did it survive the task that was deemed impossible, it also defeated the assigned target and a year after graduation assumed control of the entire company and rebranded it completely, thus turning it into the organization known as The Greater Good.
Take Epithet Erased's plot, replace the arsen amulets power to steal epithets with the ability to grant wishes, switch out the characters for characters from other fandoms, and for what ever reason i want marinette dupain-cheng from miraculous ladybug to be mera salamin.
Gotta Gogh [Part 2: Apple Water Is Not A Real Drink]
Pairing: Nadia x Maxwell
Words: 3,138
Tags: Canon Divergence, Crossovers, Curse words probably, The Riot Club!AU sort of, Loss
Neville pinches the bridge of his nose and heaves a sigh. It was dark outside, Leo left three hours ago, and they have emptied a bottle of 18-year old Macallan whiskey (it was 70% Leo’s – he drank straight from the bottle). Maxwell didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just simply recruit their friends. Every member of the club had to be handpicked by Neville, approved by Leo, be a noble, or at least be as rich.
“Max, I’m asking you – not as president of the club, but as your friend. Are you sure you can’t do anything about Liam?”
“I told you, several times Neville. He doesn’t like clubs – especially ours. You know how he is –“
Maxwell did ask Liam, but nothing could sway this person’s principles. Not even an offer to get him a life-time supply of baklava. Or buying him a peacock (which he definitely did NOT like. Said peacock now resides at the Ramsford Estate’s menagerie. No returns or refunds.)
“But Leo was president!” Neville looked like he was ready to tear his hair out of his scalp.
Although, it wasn’t just the general debauchery that they got up to that “bothered” Liam – it was Neville himself. And to be completely honest, Maxwell started seeing it too. But he’s not about to tell him that.
“And that’s exactly why he doesn’t want it.” Maxwell stands up and gathers his coat. He slings his UofC scarf around his neck. “Now, until you actually want to talk to me about club stuff, and not His Royal Highness, I’m leaving.”
As he goes down the winding staircase to the main museum wing, Maxwell passes a portrait of Prince Leo Rys, King of Hedonists, probably the worst ex-president in the hall of fame. Maxwell was only familiar of the “dinners” he threw for the club through stories by past members – it made Neville’s parties look stale. His own older brother, Bertrand, was Leo’s right hand during their time. But after their parents died it was hard to imagine Bertrand doing any sort of activity that a normal person would consider fun.
Maxwell doesn’t see where he’s going as he turns a corner to the archway, and he runs into someone. “Otis! shit, sorry,”
Oh. It’s not Otis.
The girl hurriedly straightens up, backing away a few steps. She looks worried, and Maxwell cuts her off before she could apologize. It would’ve been the second time today. “Wait, you’re not Otis. What are you doing here?”
He notices her fidgeting, absent-mindedly picking at her nails. However, she notices it too and immediately stops, and hides both hands behind her back instead. “I’m Nadia,” she smiles. It’s small, but even that he notices. “I work here part-time… uh… sir..?”
“Sir? No, just Maxwell.” Maxwell could feel the corners of his mouth turning up. Technically it was Lord but he was already douche-y enough during their first ‘encounter’. “So, what do you do…for the rest of the time?” Witty, Max. Fucking cool it.
“I’m an exchange student actually, Fine Arts.” Nadia says proudly. “Um, Otis actually left early, if you’re looking for him?”
Maxwell shakes his head. “No, no – I was just leaving. So, Otis left early? What happened to him?” Some nights club meetings go until eleven, and the old man would still be at the museum. Sometimes Maxwell wonders if Otis was actually a real person – not just some grumpy museum spirit who likes to clean and give tourists dirty looks if they get a little too close to the art.
“I may have convinced him to go home,” Nadia smiles and starts walking, Maxwell catches up to walk beside her. “I found out that he collects sketches, doodles, stuff like that – so I promised him one if he went home before dinner today.”
“He talked to you??” Maxwell asks in disbelief. He tried befriending the guy, but he was as cold as ice. The one time Otis did sort of interact with him was three years ago.
Maxwell has stayed over in the museum before – in their club’s office in the upstairs left wing. The office had been there since this very building was built. The whole construction paid for, of course, by one of the esteemed members in 1645. He was nineteen and drunk out of his wits – the night of his parents’ funeral. He collapsed onto one of the leather chesterfield sofas and yet he didn’t sleep a blink. The next morning Bertrand came running in with Otis, his brother looking gaunt and haggard – like he aged ten years. He hugged Maxwell and for once Maxwell had openly sobbed onto his brother’s jacket until there was no more.
Otis left to give them privacy, and when he returned he had coffee for them both. Bertrand thanked the old man, and patted him on the back as they left for home – to Ramsford – forced to face a home without their mother’s infectious laughter.
“Hey, you okay? I didn’t know you wanted to befriend Otis that much.” Nadia jokes, quickly glancing at him to gauge his reaction. Maxwell gives her a reassuring smile. How could he not, when looking at a face like that?
“He likes drawings huh? I’m not very good,” Maxwell confesses. “I think I’ll need lessons.” It was his turn to check her reaction. He has had painting lessons (among others) as a child – his father knew all the tricks to make him and Bertrand look effortlessly accomplished. To keep up appearances. But Maxwell was always the one who would ditch those lessons to go play somewhere else. Sometimes Bertrand would join, and their mother would find them both muddy, their leather shoes and the hems of their shorts soaked with water from the estate’s lake. But she only shook her head, smiling, as she led them back to the house to clean up.
“Well… this is a once in a lifetime offer but, if you’re here tomorrow I can give you one.” Nadia shrugs like it was no big deal.
“Hm,” Maxwell was almost jumping at the thought, but he had to retain some semblance of a cool image. “We’ll see.”
The next day after his last class, Maxwell finds his feet taking him to the museum, walking a little faster than normal. He knew he must’ve looked like a manic high on caffeine, but he didn’t care. He ran into Tariq, spilling coffee into his jacket.
“This is new!” Tariq yelled after him but Maxwell escaped with excuses of promising to pay for it as he backs away. He doesn’t hear Neville whispering to Tariq about “some American on a scholarship”, he can only see Nadia’s face. His fast walking pace turns to a jog – to a full-on sprint – when he sees the museum.
Nadia looks up from the front desk when Maxwell awkwardly (and quite dramatically) bursts through the doors.
“….Hi,” He breathes, taking in Nadia’s appearance. She smiles, but its tight, forced. Only does Maxwell notice the smooth classical music filling the room. “Bach?”
Her smile widens, more genuine this time. “Jon Liefs. How did you even mix that up?”
“Yeah, I-I don’t know anything about classical music. Believe it or not.” Maxwell only paid attention to music he could dance to. Slow dancing doesn’t count.
Nadia nods, humoring Maxwell. “Hey, so I promised you drawing lessons?” She clears her throat, then fruitlessly arranges papers on her messy desk.
This was his chance. “Actually… I was thinking we could go on an adventure?” He sounded more like he was asking a question than asking her out. Like a normal person.
Nadia sighs. “I don’t know. I’m kind of in trouble right now.”
Maxwell’s heart sinks to his stomach. “Trouble? What happened?”
“A professor yelled at me earlier because I couldn’t answer his question,” Nadia frowns. “I spent so much time studying up on paintings that I actually don’t know anything about Cordonia itself!”
Oh.
“My offer still stands...” Maxwell shrugs. “Let’s turn that trip into an educational one! Consider it a tutoring session, courtesy of a true local.”
Nadia narrows her eyes at him. “Where are we going? How should I know you’re not gonna kill me out of school premises?”
Maxwell’s jaw drops. “…did you just ask me that? Me? Look at this innocent face.” He pauses for effect. “See? I won’t hurt you.”
“Make sure of it.” Nadia meets his eyes as she quickly scribbles a number on a piece of paper. “I get off at five.”
Maxwell takes her number – it feels electric inside his fist. Or maybe his nerves are just going off. He shoves it inside his pocket as to not smudge the ink. “Right. I’ll see you later.” Two hours.
When Maxwell turns to walk away, he notices Otis standing to the side, giving the two of them a weird look.
“Hey, Otis.” He waves as he exits the museum.
“…hey.”
“Where are you even taking me?” Nadia walked beside him. It strangely felt natural, walking with Nadia along Cordonia’s capital city – cobblestone roads, traditional architecture, greenery growing wherever it allowed – and yet Maxwell wanted to shoot out of his shoes and into the sky. Calm down. A man was playing his guitar in a familiar tune, well, familiar to him. Nadia looked like she belonged in this beautiful place. He couldn’t help but smile at her and the sunshine she radiated – even when the sun has set.
“I was going to take you horseback riding but you’re wearing a dress… and I’m a gentleman.” Maxwell grins down at her, and Nadia scoffs at him.
“Horses?! You could’ve told me and I would’ve worn pants!” Nadia slaps him on the arm.
“Ow!”
“Oh, you baby. It wasn’t that hard… was it?” Nadia looks at him. “I took self-defense classes before, and I’ve been told to practice controlling my strength.”
Maxwell shrugs. “Dunno, I might need a kiss to make it better?”
Nadia stops walking and Maxwell looks back at her. “You’re a shameless flirt, you know that?” She shakes her head.
“Is it working though?” Maxwell flashes her a hopeful look.
“….no.” And with a smile, Nadia walks past him. She’s taking large steps, dodging a few people – some looking at Maxwell and then back at Nadia with that look on their faces.
“Wait up! You don’t even know where we’re going!” Maxwell weaves through the small crowd.
Nadia yells back, “I’m just following the smell of food!”
They end up inside a hole-in-the-wall café, a place that he has never entered in 21 years. The space was narrow, the brick walls were lined with old photographs, and the smell of freshly baked pastries. It was… as Bertrand would describe it… cozy – not without that judgmental look in his eyes.
“Why is it that you look like a lost puppy in your own country?” Nadia is sitting across from him.
“What? I’m just taking it all in…” Maxwell looks around, his eyes landing on her. “It’s um… very pretty.”
Maxwell clears his throat. “Anyway, how do you feel about breakfast for dinner? It’s not a Cordonian thing, it’s just a Maxwell thing.” Nadia’s eyes light up.
“I’m all for it. Just no apples.”
“Wow, offended Cordonian citizen here. I can only drink apple water to survive.”
“That’s not a real drink.” Nadia laughs.
“We’ll talk about drinks later,” Maxwell narrows his eyes at Nadia. “This apple argument isn’t over.”
He stands up, unsure. Right. So, no waiter. I just order in the counter – wait, do they accept credit cards?
“Do you need help, sir?” The guy behind the counter crosses his arms.
“Ah- yes, I’d like to order please.” The guy nods, finger poised to type in his cash register. Maxwell reads the menu, and looks back at Nadia. She gives him a thumbs up. “Two err- madame cristos-”
He manages to order without blundering and asking for apple water or “your most expensive champagne, preferably from the vineyards of Ramsford – a bottle of the L’ Dame Gold 1995 is best.”
“That will be 16 euros.” He finishes punching the order in, and his assistant, a girl no more than twelve (his daughter, probably) starts to fry up some eggs expertly in a griddle.
Maxwell hands him his credit card. He looks down on it, and hands it back. “Um, we only accept cash…”
Maxwell looks up at a sign above the counter. Cash only painted in big bold letters. Shit shit shit.
He sheepishly hands the man a 500 Cordonian-Euro note.
“Do you have a smaller amount, sir?” The guy looks confused now. “Or I could just run over to the next store to get you some change-“
“No, no! Please just keep it.” Maxwell could feel his embarrassment creeping up like the blood rushing to his ears. Note to self: keep smaller bills in wallet for next time.
The man argues, but Maxwell wouldn’t have it. Even he knows it’s ridiculous. Their hushed back and forth leads to an agreement on him coming back and getting “free” food until his balance runs out. Damn, all that arguing in his philosophy classes really came through.
Maxwell comes back to their table now with a tray of food plus a complementary dessert – their house special apple tarts.
“He gave it for free, couldn’t resist my charms.” Maxwell explains as he sits down, feeling more exhausted than after a jousting game with Leo. “What were we talking about?”
“Fancy apple infused water… drinks?” Nadia muses as she slices the egg on top of her madame cristo, breaking the perfect yolk.
“Right, you told me apple water isn’t a real drink, so we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.” Maxwell starts on his own sandwich. “However, I do have a non-apple drink that I invented and it’s amazing.”
“No apples? Tell me more.” Nadia takes a bite, her eyes widening. “Wow, this is… wow.”
“I know right?!” Maxwell grins proudly at her. “And I was getting to that, I actually need some name suggestions. It’s pineapple flavored, and it’s so good but super deadly.”
“Poisonous?” Nadia cocks an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.”
“You could say that. My friend Tariq loved it so much – he failed an important test the next day and had to retake that class.” They all failed except for Liam, but he decided to leave that part out.
“Pineapple Paradise Punch.” Nadia says with a flourish of her fork. “It’s pineapple, you drink it and feel like you’re in paradise, and then it punches you in the gut the next day.”
“I don’t have to credit you every time I tell people about it, right?”
“You do! Every single time. Even if I’m not there. Nadia Park, famous painter and expert drink… namer. That could be a thing.”
Even if I’m not there.
Right.
“How about I make it for you whenever you want instead?”
Oh, god. No. No. Too forward. She’s not gonna stay in Cordonia forever.
Nadia simply smiles. “You’ll make it for me sometime this week. That’s a deal.”
It always got a little cold at night in Cordonia. After the cafe, Maxwell leads Nadia through streets that he doesn’t have memorized, but they were familiar enough. The crowd outside is starting to thin, a handful of tourists watching a saxophone solo being played. He doesn’t mind that he’s holding Nadia’s hand now as he practically drags the both of them toward the sound.
“Have I told you I’m a dancing king?” Maxwell grins at Nadia before tossing whatever bill he got first from his wallet inside the saxophone case laid out (he stupidly doesn’t carry change). The saxophonist’s eyes widen at the amount, but continues playing.
Maxwell holds his hand out to Nadia in the middle of the street, no cars, just warmly lit windows and some tourists – they don’t even matter. He half-expects Nadia to hesitate, but she immediately takes his hand and stands before him, matching his position.
“Dancing king? Let’s see then.” Nadia looks up at him, and rests one hand on his shoulder – the other in his hand.
He doesn’t see people looking in either adoration or judgement, he sees Nadia, and he hears the saxophone – like the music was being injected into his nerves. Maxwell easily leads her, surprisingly very light on her feet. He keeps his movement fluid and to the rhythm, raising the hand holding Nadia’s to cue her to do a spin. She does, laughing as she turns away from him and then their eyes meet again. Only for a second, because Maxwell surprises her by doing a spin of his own – quite the struggle considering his height but it only earns a laugh from the both of them. They stopped dancing, but the world is still spinning.
Maxwell wanted to kiss her as much as he needed to breathe.
Instead he drops his eyes and looks away.
“I think I need to see more dancing. Verdict’s still out.” Why did Nadia always know what to say? Maxwell plucks the courage to meet her eyes again but Nadia is simply watching the musician now, looking peaceful.
He sighs. “I don’t think you’re ready for b-boy Maxwell. It’s a lot to handle.”
She looks up at him. “You’ll find that I’m very…strong-willed? Prepared?” Nadia shrugs. “I can handle anything.” True, Maxwell thought. He wouldn’t know what to do if Bertrand had shipped him off to Oxford for one semester.
“I want you to meet my friends.” Maxwell blurts out.
Nadia laughs easily. “Wow, way to change the subject. Okay, why?”
“…Because you can tell a lot about a person by their friends. And we’re trying to get to know one another right?”
“I thought I was here to get to know Cordonia but… okay.” Nadia jokes. “So, are you saying that you carry hair gel and a comb wherever you go too?”
Maxwell snorts. Oh, Bertrand would have an aneurysm if he heard. “Are you talking about Neville?”
“Yeah…? That other friend you were with yesterday?”
Maxwell laughs. “No, I meant my real friends. Liam and Drake.”
“Just those two?”
“Only the ones who really matter.” He looks at her. “Liam is the most responsible and kind person I know. Got tons of girls after him, but he insists that his heart is only for Cordonia – so yes, he’s a dork. Drake, well, a little cold at first – but he’s a simple guy. Talk to him about fishing or camping and you guys will be automatic friends.”
“They sound like lovely guys.” But he could hear the slight hesitation in her voice. “Okay, let’s all hang out. Soon.” Maxwell releases a breath that he didn’t realize he’s been holding.
“How about this weekend? A few of us are planning on a little gathering…” Maxwell cocks an eyebrow at her. “It involves horses…”
“I’M IN.”
to be continued
FUN FACTS these facts are the best part only fools don’t read these
Lord and Lady Beaumont:
- In canon I’m pretty sure they died when Max and Bertrand were pretty young. But in this one, they died in 2008 (story takes place in 2011) so basically three years ago. Maxwell would have been 19 and Bertrand 24-25. It’s still pretty fresh.
- The orphaned Beaumonts don’t go broke in my universe. That’s just sad.
The Club:
- Leo and Bertrand ruled the club six years before Neville and Max. There was a group in between generations, but we don’t talk about them lmao.
- Leo still likes to keep tabs on the club even after he and Bertrand graduated from UofC.
- Members are mostly the nobility, rarely royalty, special cases of new money, and absolutely no commoners.
Just Noble Things:
- Leo had the idea to bring jousting into club activities. Neville loves them because he can take out his aggression – and hate for poor people. While watching, Liam convinced Drake to try it out once, and that was the last time Neville played. (He wasn’t severely injured physically, but his ego was thanks to a certain pants-ripping incident as he was sent flying off his horse.)
Cuisine:
- I HC that Cordonian cuisine is like a fusion of many others – with their own twist of course. Based from pictures, it seems that the geography and climate vary a lot, but the capital is near the sea. It has a Mediterranean vibe so that’s it, short answer: Cordonia has Mediterranean cuisine. Long answer: each duchy would specialize in different dishes. Portavira is near the sea, so seafood. Castelsarreillan is famous for their vineyards, but I’m imagining that they use olive oil, yoghurt marinades, complex spices, veggies, stuff like that – for entrees (simply because it looks like they have a lot of farmland). Olivia has mentioned before that she only likes her animals on a plate, so idk that just gave me a vibe that Lythikos is all about meat, deep and rich flavors that kind of contrast the cold all around. And of course, there are apple-themed dishes everywhere. Bottomline: I think about food a lot.
- Madame Cristos are a THING and yes, they are fucking delicious. It’s a cross between Croque Madame and a Monte Cristo. Here’s the recipe.
Currency:
- I wasn’t sure which currency Cordonia uses in canon. I read a “Krona” before but I’m pretty sure that’s a duchy (Madeleine’s fam). So, I just used “CDE” – meaning Cordonian Euros. It makes sense to me.
Dance, dance, dance:
- For the dancing scene with the sax solo, I was thinking more slow, sweet, “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” instrumental cover vibes rather than sexy “Careless Whisper” lmao
- This dancing scene is a nod to Miss Saigon’s “Last Night of the World” because I just fucking love Lea Salonga okay LISTEN TO IT FOR THE FEELS
The sun began to rise into the morning sky as the brightness of the rising sun shine upon the small town. As the town began to wake up from the long night of peace. Not too far was a yell of a tall woman wearing a black tank top and black shorts as her long red hair blew with the wind as she threw a blue spear at a white small dog that has a black cell phone in its mouth.
“Get back here! You’ll be going to get it if you don’t bring my phone back!”
The woman took off after the dog as a short woman with short blonde curly hair wearing a white lab coat came running out trying to catch up.
“U… Undyne! Wait please!”
The dog barked as it ran up to a brown and black house and drop it in front of the house before it jumps off to run towards the backyard. The door opens up to reveal a short blond hair man wearing his blue jacket with a white T-shirt inside and a black with two white stripe shorts. The man looks down to see Undyne’s phone as he saw Undyne ran up the stairs to retrieve her phone.
The man chuckled, “having a rough time? Did that dog paw your phone again?”
Undyne snares, “shut up, Sans!”
Sans smiles as he spotted the short lady has finally caught up to Undyne, “oh hey Alphys! Having a rough time too?”
Alphys sigh, “j… just the normal thing with that uh… a… annoying dog.”
Undyne huffs in irritation, “you can say that. Of course, the dog led us to this place.”
Soon all three heard a loud high male’s voice in the house yelling, “canine! Give that back to me, Now!”
Sans laughs, “welp, looks like my bro is having a rough time as well.”
Undyne sighs, “I’ll go help him.”
Once Undyne got into the house, Alphys smiles at Sans.
“W… Well not the morning I expected to turn out but… o… oh well.”
Sans nods, “yup, anyways I gotta see how the kid is doing. This is her first day at her new school and all ya know.”
Alphys nods, “o… okay then see you later than, uh… Sans.”
Sans nods before he teleported, “you too Alphys.”
Sans appear in front of the large purple house and knock on the brown wooden door. Soon a tall boy wearing his yellow shirt and his brown vest answer the door and smiles at Sans.
“Oh hey, Sans, this is kinda a surprise.”
Sans nods, “so uh… can I come in.”
The boy nods as he let Sans into the house soon a tall woman with long dark blonde hair came up to Sans. She had her purple dress on as her white high heels tapping on the wooden floor of the living room.
“Oh Sans is nice to meet you here again. I’m guessing you're here to see how Frisk is doing?”
Sans nods, “you bet ya on that Tori. So uh… how is she?”
Toriel sighs, “last night she was telling me of how nervous she was starting at a new school. I know it was for both me and Asgore to well live in separate town but… it’s for the best. Besides Jesse will be going there every now and then to spend time with Asgore and Asriel. It’s just… I want to protect her and… that…”
Sans place his hand on Toriel’s shoulder saying, “hey don’t worry she’ll be safe here. Besides if anyone tries to hurt her well… they are going to have a really bad time with me.”
Toriel smiles, “thank you, Sans. I know I can count on you to protect her. I’m just not too sure if I should send Jesse back to that town again.”
“Don’t worry mom” said Jesse as he brushes his brown vest, “I’ll be fine besides I know my ways around and Rover will keep me safe. Right boy?”
A german shepherd dog wearing a blue color barked happily. Jesse laughs as he petted his dog before Frisk came down the stairs.
Sans and Toriel look up to see Frisk wearing a pink sweatshirt with a hood on it, a blue ribbon tied in her hair, and a dark navy blue jeans that show off her brown tennis shoes. Frisk smiles as her blue eyes sparkle in the light.
“What do you think?”
Sans nods, “look good, kiddo. Do ya want me to take ya to school today?”
Frisk looks at her mother as Toriel nods. Frisk smiles as she nods her head at Sans.
“Great then let’s go, I know a shortcut.”
Frisk giggles as she said her goodbyes to her mother and her brother as well to Rover before she left outside with Sans. Sans snap his bony finger and in a flash, both are standing right in front of the school yard. Frisk sighs as Sans caught her expression of nervousness.
“Nervous Frisk?”
Frisk nods, “yeah, I hope I could at least make some friends here.”
Sans chuckle, “oh I’m sure you will. Just be yourself and don’t worry about it. Okay?”
Frisk nods, “alright, I’ll take your advice, fart master.”
Sans laughs, “nice one kid. Welp, I’ll pick you up later on today.”
Frisk smiles, “bye Uncle Sans!”
Sans smiles, “right back at ya.”
Frisk watch Sans teleported before she turned to start her new school. She held the strap of her blue backpack tight as she walks up the stairs. She could see some kids glaring at her wondering who she was. Frisk felt so uncomfortable to just being there seeing kids glaring at her. She finally made it inside though it was the same as it was being out there but she managed to walk towards the school office.
She stops in front of the office to see a tall man with black hair, wearing a black suit and pants with white little tiny stripes on the pants, and his tie was in a shape of a bat. Frisk looks up at this man as she made sure to clear her throat before she spoke.
“Um… excuse me but… are you the principle of this school?”
The man looks down at Frisk and smiles, “yes, are you Frisk Dreemurr the new girl at Nightmare High?”
Frisk nods, “yes sir, that’s me.”
The man smiles, “well it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Principal Jack Skellington, most kids just call me Jack. I’ll have someone to help show you around, please have a seat as I find someone to help you on your way.”
Frisk smiles, “thank you, Jack.”
Frisk sat down as she waited for Jack to come back with another student to help her. She watches as the kids walk by holding books and folders in their hands. Soon a boy with black curly hair wearing a golden shirt and blue pants with sparkle gold on the side had tripped over the bench that Frisk was sitting in and threw the book right on Frisk. The boy gulp as he quickly picks his books up.
“I’m so… sorry, I uh… got a bit clumsy. Sorry.”
A large black cat meow as it picked the last book up for the boy to grab. The boy quickly ran off before Frisk could have her chance to speak. After two minutes Jack returns right beside him was a girl with very short red hair, her bang over her right hazel eye wearing a yellow shirt and brown overalls. Frisk looks at the girl as Jack introduce the girl to her.
“This is Lisa Millers. She’ll be your guidance for today.”
Jack went back into the office as Frisk looks at the girl unsure of what to say. Lisa smiles as she gave a good look.
“Well nice to meet ya, Frisk. Come on I’ll be showing you around and also I have to also warn you to which people you should stay away from.”
“What do you mean?”
Lisa looks at Frisk, “well… I’ll tell ya when I help you find your locker and also to your first class.”
Frisk nods as she got up and walk beside Lisa, “um… Lisa?”
Lisa blink her eyes two times before she asks, “what?”
Frisk sighs as she remembers about the boy who trips and threw the books on her, “there was this boy who um… short of tripped and threw his books on me. He had this large black cat with him that helped him out.”
Lisa smiles, “heh… that’s probably my friend Luke.”
“Luke?”
Lisa nods, “yeah, you shouldn’t be too hard on him. He’s blind in his right eye so it’s hard for him to see very well. That’s why his cat Celia is there to help him out. I’m sure it was an accident.”
Frisk nods, “oh okay yeah, at first I thought he did it on purpose or something.”
Lisa shook her head, “no, he’ll never do it on purpose at all. He’s really nice as so is his girlfriend Laila.”
Frisk smiles, “oh okay that’s good to hear.”
Lisa turns to look at Frisk, “you sound like you had some bad times to where you are from. I mean been bullied or something like that.”
Frisk sighs, “It’s a long story. I rather not talk about it.”
Lisa nods, “fair enough. Come on then let’s change the subject.”
Frisk smiles, “thank you.”
The two girls went to find Frisk’s locker. Once the girls found the locker (which was number 16A) Lisa helps Frisk to unlock the lock. Frisk began to put her stuff into the locker as Lisa stood to watch.
“So uh… where are you from?”
Frisk turn saying, “I’m from Mount Ebott.”
Lisa nods, “heard of that place though I never been there before. So uh… do you have any hobbies you like to do?”
Frisk nods, “yeah, I like to dance either with my friends or myself. Also, I enjoy writing stories.”
Lisa smiles, “ya do? What kind?”
Frisk giggles, “mostly fantasy stories. There’s one I’m working on is called ‘Land of the Fairies’ pretty much is about this two fairies who slowly falls in love but both are from the different season lands so that makes more difficult for them to be together.”
Lisa chuckle “sounds like you're into romance as well.”
Frisk nods, “oh yes, I think when you find that perfect someone and your heart is racing then you magically dream about them forever and want to be with them forever.”
Lisa laughs, “okay now you're sounding like Kerra.”
Frisk tilt her head, “who’s Kerra?”
“A friend of mine. She’s the daughter of the ice business and mayor assistance of the town.”
“Mayor assistance?”
Lisa nods, “yeah her uncle John is the mayor of this town so both her mom and her aunt Elsa are assistance for him. So she, her twin brother Andy, and her cousin Peter come here to this school.”
“Well that makes political sense,” said Frisk as winks at Lisa.
Lisa just blinks at her unaware of Frisk’s pun.
Frisk put her stuff in her locker and grab what she thinks she should need for her first class and followed Lisa into the classroom. The school bell ring as Lisa sighs.
“Well I’m late but maybe they would understand if I told them that I was helping you out.”
Frisk looks down, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you late for class.”
Lisa smiles, “Nah don’t be, besides I always have a hard time being on time for something.”
Frisk giggles, “you remind me of someone I know.”
Lisa chuckle, “sweet come on let’s not get in trouble.”
The girls made it into the classroom. Lisa spotted her teacher with short brown hair wearing a purple and black dress looking at her with the bright green eyes.
“I’m late I know.”
The teacher nods, “what is your reason?”
Lisa looks at Frisk before she could say anything the teacher smiles and greeted Frisk.
“Hello, you must be Frisk Dreemurr. I’m Rapunzel please make yourself comfortable.”
Frisk really enjoy how nice of a teacher Rapunzel is to her. Rapunzel looks at Lisa.
“I’ll give you a pass for it this time but next time make sure your not late ever again.”
Lisa nods, “yes Rapunzel and thanks.”
Lisa sat next to Frisk at the table as class began. Frisk really loved how Rapunzel was teaching the class. It was very enjoyable and fun at the same time. Frisk and Lisa both had two hours of class with Rapunzel. Then the third class was a bit sticker with a large gray hair lady wearing black glasses and a white dress with black stripes on it known as Mrs. Tentacles.
After the fourth hour, it was lunch time and Frisk walked beside Lisa as they both went to put their things away in their lockers and met up in the cafeteria. The girls got their lunch and sat at a far table with nobody in it.
Lisa sighs as she looks right at Frisk sternly, “do you remember that I was going to warn ya of some people to stay far away from?”
Frisk nods, “yeah, I remember.”
Lisa nods, “okay see that guy over there with some girls?”
Frisk looks to see a dark skin boy with long black hair dress very modest almost like a victorian style was talking to some girl especially the one with the long black hair wearing a black and white stripe shirt.
“Yeah, I see him.”
Lisa looks at Frisk, “stay far as possible. He will give you trouble especially two of those girls. They say his father is theft and a gambler. He’s just like his father a slick fox deprive to ruin your life forever.”
Frisk ask now a bit worry, “who is he?”
Lisa answer as she began to growl, “his name is Aaron Shadows.”
Soon two girls one a dark skin with blond hair her bangs near her eye level wearing a pink and white sweatshirt and her black nerdy glasses and the other girl with her red hair in a ponytail wearing a white shirt and a black jacket with her shirt, and has her black hat on came over. The one girl with the glasses sat down next to Frisk as the other one did not even sit down at the table.
Lisa looks up at the girl who is standing and asked, “are you going to sit here with us?”
The girl shook her head, “no sorry but… I promised Mike I’ll sit with him and his friends.”
Lisa nods as she watches her friend sit next to the boy with his brown hair in a ponytail wearing a black and white jacket with a gray shirt inside.
Frisk turn to the girl with the nerdy glasses and smiles shyly. Lisa turned her attention to Frisk and the girl and explained.
“Frisk this is my friend Alyssa and that other one you just had seen was Kerra. Anyways yeah, Alyssa this is Frisk the new girl.”
Alyssa smiles, “it’s nice to meet you. I always like to make new friends.”
Frisk nods, “me too. It’s so nice to meet you, Alyssa.”
Alyssa giggles as she began to ask Frisk questions. Frisk was happily answering to every question that Alyssa was asking. Lisa only listen as she eats her lunch. Once Alyssa was done asking it was time to head back to class. All three girls threw their trash away and went heading to their next class.
It was lucky that this time all three of them along with Kerra were now in the same class for at least two hours.
