A/N: Okay, listen. I know some of you may get mad at me for rewritting this, but I felt like when I first wrote it I was rushing too much, and I was just so dissatisfied with my work that I just... stopped. I decided to write it again, and I have improved a lot since I first wrote it. I'll update this book every one to two days, and while some parts will be kept the same, I'll be sure to change a lot and add a lot more detail within them.
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Asriel's POV
A streak of light entered the rather dull looking office from the small creek of the slightly opened door, hitting Asriel's sleek, pale fur. He flicked off a dangling ear that was resting onto his shoulder, as his foot impatiently tapped against the flooring.
"Grillby, you done yet? I need to go back to class, man." Asriel began in an irritated tone, his teeth gritting at the reminder he had been at the school's counselor's office for ten minutes; longing to go back to class and mess around with his teacher and classmates. He began to slouch on the chair, lifting his head so his gaze met the wall.
"I've called you in because I assigned you a tutor." The school counselor finally spoke, breaking the long, awkward silence, and the chair he sat on swiviled into Asriel's direction. A monster with fire for skin caught his glare, and he gestured with his hands for him to look at the computer screen.
Asriel Dreemurr
· Math: F-
· English: D-
· Social Studies: F
· Science: F
· Reading: C-
· Art: A+
"Your grades are just terrible, if you keep this up you're going to fail your freshman year." The monster continued, gathering piles of paper and placing them into the printer slot. "I don't even know how you passed middle school."
The goat raised his muzzle, and let out a snort. Who does he think he is? "------I am doing well in school, in fact I'm one of the best students in my art class!" Asriel snapped, rising out of his seat and slamming his hands on the desk, as if he was an attorney desperately attempting to prove his client guilty.
Grillby's shoulders sank, and he pointed at a piece of text on a paper that was already in his hands. Asriel was puzzled on how he could hold such material without it catching on fire, but he didn't question it. "I already took notice of that, you are indeed a fantastic artist. But, let me tell you this, Asriel. You'll get no where without a highschool degree, your only option might as well be to work at a fast food restaurant if you keep going like this."
Asriel's stomach began to churn, and he let out a long sigh of defeat. "Alright," he huffed, propping his elbow onto the desk, his hand clasping against his cheek. "Just who exactly is going to be my tutor?" I don't want some nerd who acts like some smart-ass and calls me out on every little mistake. Asriel silently added to himself.
Grillby quickly ran through the text, searching for the pupil's anwser, his eyes glued onto the paper. "Fr----Frisk, I believe. Her teachers informed me she's a rather quiet girl, so she shouldn't give you any trouble."
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му тυтσя! | Asriel x Frisk (AU)
FanfictionAsriel is a rebel that has flunked all his classes, and with the last semester starting, he needs all the help he can get. A tutor is assigned to help him, but not in the ways you would expect.
