A Miscalculation In Space

Chapter 6 (Not So Doppelganger)

Disclaimer: Undertale belongs to TobyFox and any AU's, characters and otherwise mentioned movies, shows and games in this fic belong to their respective owners unless stated otherwise.

Warnings:
-OOC
-Not cannon to NaJ
-Potential misinformation
-Ink being Ink

A/N:Into the school arc! Will it stay? Will it not? Who knows! It still probably won't be Miscal's main focus in the end.
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Miscal stares at the clothes haphazardly scattered on his bed. He finished cleaning up his mess downstairs in record time and has now been stuck going through what few clothes he has without being able to stick to a decision on his outfit. Usually, he wouldn't really care, but this is his first meeting with a different version of one of his best friends and he does not want to look like a hobo for it.

He got enough teasing for it the first time.

He really should have listened to Love's fashion advice more. If it was him then he'd already have outfits set aside for different occasions, in his mind or otherwise. Living alone for so many years did not give Miscal an advantage in the fashion category.

With a sigh, he decides fuck it. It's not like he'll figure out what to wear by sitting here and staring at the clothes. He grabs a space themed t-shirt Ink had given him when he finished eating his breakfast, shoved somewhere in the bag of art supplies and school related stuff he had brought with him and promptly dumped on the couch.

Miscal's pretty sure Ink had forgotten about it but had seen something that reminded him of it. He's just grateful it's clean and doesn't have any paint stains on it. It's a dark blue with lighter colours towards the centre, a scattering of very light yellow stars all over it with a swirl pattern at the centre. He puts on a white sweater over it, revelling in its soft material and picks up some black pants.

Yeah, this'll do. Just in time too since he just got a message from Dream saying he's right outside. He frowns at his currently messy bed, unwilling to leave it like that but even more unwilling to make Dream wait. He doesn't know how much break time he has, after all. Miscal guesses he'll just clean the bed when he's back. At least he'll have something to do. He grabs his glasses and rushes downstairs after making his decision.
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The ride to the school is a bit tense despite Dream's attempts at reassurance and Miscal's earlier attempts to encourage himself, nerves making his glitching just a tiny bit worse than usual. Still, it isn't so bad that he needs to go back.

They still arrive far too soon for Miscal's opinion, but he just steels himself and gets out of the car, hands clenched by his side.
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Dream couldn't help but think that Miscal looks like he's one wrong sound away from booking it. He feels like he should just drive them back home but he wants to let Miscal have the choice. It was obviously a hard decision for him to come here, especially as unprepared as he had been, so Dream doesn't want to undermine it. If it looks to be too much for him still he'll pull him back home. Miscal might be a bit mad, but he thinks he'll be secretly relieved.

Come to think of it, maybe he should have told the school staff that he'd be bringing a guest, in case he has to leave Miscal alone for a bit and they think he's an entitled parent or a hallucination more likely, a result of someone spiking the food in the teacher's lounge. Again. Yeah, better late than never, he supposes.

Sending a quick message to the staff group chat he gives Miscal an encouraging smile and invitingly opens the door for him. It takes a few moments but he does step in, looking like a very sceptic and skittish cat. Should Dream adopt a cat? He wonders if the cat and Miscal will get along, letting the glass door shut behind him as he enters.