Undertale: Resurrected

Chapter Twenty-Six: Ebott Elementary

Daya hated being separated from the rest of the group. Perhaps it would be fine if she didn't have to deal with other kids, but that wasn't the case. At Ebott Elementary, there were many kids bustling about, monster and human alike, and these children were all separated out into different classes for different grade levels. It was unfortunate that she and her friends had to all be at different levels, but at least she had Flare. Poor Austin and Via didn't even have anyone other than that tiny monster and Frisk and Flowey. She had someone, someone who she knew as well as the back of her hand, and there was no way she was planning on letting her go.

         "They're staring again." Daya couldn't help but let that remark slip out as Flare rummaged through her locker, the younger pulling out a couple books before turning to confirm her friend's words.

         "...I'm getting tired of the staring," she grumbled, only to then kick the locker shut. "Why can't they mind their own business and leave us alone?"

         "Because their lives aren't interesting," Daya concluded, the girl spinning on her heal as she took Flare's hand and began to lead her to class. Thankfully Flare didn't need much leading, but it was still good to do with so many kids around. Neither wanted to get separated, not when there were people out there watching them, waiting for them to mess up.

         "...What are we going to do about that though? The stuff on TV?"

         "I don't know," Daya grumbled. "Miss Toriel said she would handle it."

         "Can she even?" There was a hint of aggression in the younger child's voice, but soon it switched back to being simply irritated. "I mean... Miss Toriel doesn't even really watch us unless we're in Monster History. We're on our own without her."

         "Then we'll just.. I don't know. We'll deal with it." It was the best solution Daya could come up with as they kept walking, the girl pulling her friend further along until she stopped in front of a door labeled, 'Room 104: Remedial Math.' Sliding inside, Daya and Flare both looked towards their teacher for guidance, the woman gesturing vaguely to the seats before them, and at the bell, class began.

          Math, even at what she'd been told was a much easier level, was as difficult as ever. Multiplication on its own was easy to an extent, but multiplying numbers that were in the hundreds was a whole other issue that Daya didn't want to deal with. Even with the games, it was difficult to sometimes figure out, but at least she seemed to know at least some of it. The occasional memory that would slide in and remind her how to multiply was helpful, albeit strange... but at least she had something to help her. Poor Flare looked like she was struggling to even grasp these concepts, what with her swinging legs and the chewing of the pencil. But, if Flare needed help, she could always ask; that was what the teacher had said at least.

         "Daya?" Both souls quickly looked up when the child's name was called, spotting their teacher standing by the door with a somewhat urgent expression. "Could you come here for a moment, please? I need to speak with you in the hall."

         Another memory slid to the forefront of her mind, a memory of a similar scenario, one with a different teacher from something so long ago. "...Am I in trouble?"

         "No dear. I just need to talk with you." That didn't make Daya feel any better, but, slowly, she got to her feet, though she didn't move much farther as Flare reached out and grabbed her cardigan.

         Daya could tell that this gesture was one of panic, and frankly, the child didn't blame her, not when she was also unsure of the situation. By leaving, Flare would be left alone, and Flare, well, it was clear that she also wasn't a fan of the idea. But unfortunately, Daya knew very well that she didn't exactly have a say in the matter.