Other Half

Chapter 1-

Sans sat around lazily as he heard a bell sound. He heard two rings- or the on time bell. In other words, he should be sprinting to his classroom by now. Ever since Alphys finally figured out how to genetically engineer the final necessary human soul and destroy the barrier, their ruler, King Asgore, went through multiple strenuous peace negotiations with the leader of the country that housed Mt. Ebott. Or, at least that was what both he and his ex wife wanted the public to believe. In truth, the King was little more than a figurehead in politics. If anyone was doing work, it was the now un-exiled Queen Toriel, who handled all political negotiations with a surprising amount of finesse. She was the brain behind their entire species, yet most outside of the King's inner circle of friends didn't know of her existence or importance. She was the one that realized that integration into a society that clearly evolved over the last two thousand years wouldn't be easy, and completely impossible if monsters couldn't find work. The best course of action, she decided, was to place willing monsters within a schooling institution where they could learn this country's currency and gain the necessary work experience to assimilate into society. It was a good plan- actually, a fantastic one, but it meant that Sans would need to come here on a daily basis if he wanted to find an actual job on the surface. A third bell sounded, and the skeleton monster sighed. He had no interest whatsoever in finding a job, considering that the most strenuous thing he'd done in years was sit around at a sentry post, but he needed to get a job, and that meant staying here. He hefted his bag on his shoulder, let his blue eye burn, and in a flash, he was standing outside the classroom. After double-checking the door, he sighed. This was the place. After a moment of quickly dismissed hesitation, he opened the door and surveyed the room around him.

It was…large, to say the least. Definitely one of the biggest buildings he'd ever entered. The teacher arranged the desks in a crescent shaped pattern around the center, which contained a whiteboard and a smart board of some sort. To his relief, both humans and monsters were still settling into their chairs. He quickly made his way up the staircase where he spotted an empty seat, then proceeded to sit as quietly as possible in a squeaky wooden desk. He was sitting alone, and had a decent view of the teacher. Said professor, a petite brunette woman who appeared to be middle aged, for a human anyway, stood at the whiteboard and called the class. She took in a breath and offered a cheery, yet clearly forced smile, and Sans had to suppress the urge to groan. If she started speaking about how enjoyable the class would be, he knew instantly that it wouldn't.

"Welcome students, to General Physics 1. Over the course of this semester, we'll have some exciting-" And that was all that the skeleton needed to hear. He took a glance at the clock, and actually emitted a soft groan. This was going to be a long year.

Frisk let out a frustrated groan. This was clearly going to be a long year, if the way her day started was any indication. She was uncharacteristically excited when she turned off her alarm this morning. After all, her first day at the university was bound to be a good one. The young adult was more than happy to ace her classes, explore, and be early for her first day. As she hopped excitedly out of bed and removed the sleep from her eyes with a definitive rub, her eyebrows knit. For some reason, her clock read 9 am. The recently turned adult shook her head. After all, that couldn't be right, because her first class started at 8, and she set her alarm clock to wake her an hour early. It took a second for realization to register in her mind but when it did her eyes flew open. A feeling of dread encapsulated her being when she confirmed that she was indeed late for her first day of the semester. After coming to terms with the harsh reality that her first period would end soon, she decided she'd figure out what she needed to do later, and just attempt to be on time for her next class. That still meant that she needed to hurry and ready herself. With a sigh, she jumped out of bed, placing both a toothbrush and hairbrush in her mouth and hair respectively, and then started actually cleaning herself.

After a few minutes, she was pulling on clothes and running out of her dorm room, trying desperately to locate her next class, which was, as her terrible luck would have it, at the opposite side of the campus. Eventually she found the class, and entered as the second bell rang. After finding a suitable seat, she pulled out this class' textbook. It read Journalism in large, bold letters, and had a few pictures of things they would undoubtedly be studying. More students filed in and began to sit. Their seating arrangement was similar to what Frisk had seen in movies, and despite the bad start to her day; she felt a little giddiness when she thought about how she was finally a college student. They had tables in the room that seated two, and she sat with her bag propped against the adjacent wall, leaving the seat next to her that faced towards the isle empty. A monster boy that looked to be around her age shuffled in, then, after scanning the room, shrugged his armless shoulders and took the seat next to her. Frisk gave him a little grin, and he responded with one of his own. After looking around the room again, he seemed to be just as excited for the class. Frisk leaned towards him to introduce herself, but her words were cut off as they heard the teacher clear his throat in the center of the room.

Their instructor, a tall bald man in his 30's with an imposing figure, addressed the class. He had stubble on his face in light brown, and his voice was, as expected, deep. He was a little…terrifying, actually, but his eyes had a kind twinkle that made Frisk feel bad for being scared based on appearances alone. He looked like he was about to speak, but as he looked around the room, his face morphed into one of amusement.

"You should see your faces right now. You guys all look as nervous as I feel." He said, and then attempted to hold back a small laugh. The students slowly began to relax, and he sighed. "That wasn't supposed to go that way at all. Anyway, I'm George Wholeman, and this is Journalism 1. I hope you like writing, because you will be doing a lot of it. I mean, a lot a lot. This is my first year of teaching, and here are a few things everyone needs to not fail." He said all of this with a smile, then pointed towards the smart board in the center of the room. On it was a list of class materials, most of which Frisk already owned. She exchanged glances with the monster sitting next to her, and he offered a lopsided grin. The teacher's personality was definitely…unexpected, to say the least, but that was one of the many reasons why you should not judge a book by its cover. Despite the awful start to her day, it seemed like things were looking positive for this school year.

The bell rang at the end of the class period, and the only assigned homework was to get their necessary books and materials as soon as possible. The monster boy that sat next to her, a yellow, almost reptilian creature with spines finally got the chance to say hello as they packed up their things.

"Yo, you're a freshman too, right?" He asked after she placed a book in her bag.

"Oh, yes! How did you know?" The monster made a somewhat sheepish expression.

"I thought I recognized you at orientation." He explained.

"I think I saw you too. There were just so many students everywhere. It's a little disorienting." She said, and then smiled. "But it's pretty cool too." She added as a bit of an afterthought.

"I know, right? Anyway, my name's Monster Kid, but everyone just calls me Kid. Which is weird, because I'm not one, I'm technically an adult." He said, and then a yellow hand materialized beside him. Frisk laughed a little, and then shook it.

"Nice to meet you too Kid, I'm Frisk." She said, and then released her grip on his magic as it dissipated. Frisk offered a wave to the teacher, which he kindly returned. The pair of newly made friends started to make their way out of the classroom and spoke to each other until they reached the door.

"Which way are you going?" He asked, and she pulled out her schedule. After checking the number on the door, she pointed towards the right.

"Uh, this way!" She said, and he grinned.

"Cool dude, I'm going that way too!" He said, and then started to follow behind her. Frisk smiled, and then sent a thankful little smile towards the sky. Maybe this year wouldn't be so bad after all.

AN: Hi guys! So uh, Yeah, that's the first chapter! The point of view will be omniscient, but it'll mainly focused on aged up female Frisk and Sans. So uh, let me know what you think, if you'd like! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! And uh, I'll usually ask a fandom related question after the chapter in this AN. I guess I'll start off with something pretty basic!

So uh, What's your favorite Undertale character, and why if you want! I would love a response in a review! Thanks again for reading!

ST Out!