Meeting new friends

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Reader's pov:

11:50

'10 more minutes' I thought. I was dressed in black clothes making me look like someone who's planning a robbery. Oh wait robbers so that's what their called.
I looked at my window it's a good thing Xue's house is just right next to mine. I looked at my watch again. 'Hmmm how do I get down? You know what Imma just gonna YOLO it.' I thought. I opened the window and jumped. "Oof." I landed on a bush. I went to Xue's house and grabbed some stones. I threw it at the window, she's still not answering. I threw another one again,not answering. I threw stones multiple times, the window opened. I accidentally threw a stone on her face. "OW!" She rubbed her face. Oops

Xue's pov:

11:52

I still have time. I took my wig and pretended I was barbie.
"Oh My Ger! LoOk at mAh NailS, It'S BrOkEn!" I pretended I act like I broke my nails.
I don't know why I'm doing this but I like acting like a girl who cares more about her appearance than her own life, I don't even think barbie has a life, she's fake anyway.
"GaR MeH BoOtYfUlL lOoKs It iS NoT fAbUlOuS AnYmOre." I pretend to sob.
I heard my window being hit. ARGSGDHWHDIAJ REALLY JUST NOW?!
I was pulling my wig off my head but for some reason, IT CAN'T GET OFF!!!!! I heard my window get hit a multiple times. JESUS CHRIST WOMAN JUST FUCKING WAIT! After multiple attempts on pulling the wig of my head, I FINALLY pulled it off. I sighed in relief and went to open my window. When I did opened it something hit me. "OUCH!" I rubbed the side of my face on where it got hit.
THAT MOTHERDTEGSSIGENEUFU3GDBFKWKWBFVB3 I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL STAB HER WITH.........kindness.
I looked at my opened window and see her mouth 'sorry' Well IT'S too LATE now BITCH. 'Fuck you too bitch' I mouthed to her. I took the rope I have been hiding and threw it at the side of the window. I let her in my room, I looked at the window too see Frisk making sign language.
'Ok or nah?" She signed.
I gave a thumbs up still rubbing my face because of that 'little' accident. I faced (Y/n) who was prancing around with a wig pretending to be a fairy god mother.
I rolled my eyes. "We need to go now." I said.
"Oh My can't you even find a decent pumpkin?! UGH! You're never working in Hollywood ever AGAIN!" She/ He said. I snorted.

Sans pov:

Me, Chara, Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, Metaton and Frisk were waiting outside the principal's snore. Jeez that guy can snore loud. They finally arrived. I saw a cat pass by giving me an idea. "OH NO!" Papyrus groaned. "Well would you look at what the cat brought in." I said. Everyone else groaned but Frisk I fist bumped her. "Come on lets go!!!!!!" Undyne whisper shouted. She took a toilet paper roll and threw at the principal's roof. We were about to throw some more toilet tools until other toilet rolls came from the other side.
Confused, we heard laughter. We saw a shadow from at the side of the house. I can tell by the looks of my friends faces they were DETERMINED not to lose to the guys on the other side.
I decided to go with the flow, we took a hand full of toilet paper rolls and started laughing too. At that moment we didn't really care if the guys from the other side covered the house more. Undyne was playing around with some paper rolls. The important hung is we had a great time. That's right I said HAD until one of those idiots decided to throw one at Chara and Asriel. Shit, this is BAD. Chara will stab them with knives and Asriel will blast them with his rainbow blaster.
Even though Asriel is nice doesn't mean his a pushover. More toilet paper rolls are throwed at us. My eyes flamed and used my powers to lift the toilet rolls and threw it at the other side. No more toilet rolls were thrown at us. I sighed in relief. I looked for Chara and Asriel. Oh god their gone. I noticed that (Y/n) was also gone, I sighed in relief again, knowing that someone responsible was with them. Well a little responsible at least.

Chara's pov:

Me and Asriel went to seek revenge for the persons who threw rolls at us. We see a pile of toilet rolls. They started moving, I readied my Swiss army knife. Two figures emerged. Two.....girls? I stared at them, confused. One was brown haired with green eyes wearing a bow, a green dress, and glass slippers, basicly Asriel's style. The other one was wearing my type of style, she has pink, short hair and red eyes, wearing headphones, a red necklace, black jacket no hood although-I prefer hood, a shirt or something with text like rock my mind, shorts and sneakers.

Someone tugged my elbow

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Someone tugged my elbow. I looked back to see (Y/n). "Don't. Kill. Them" She/he said with a stern voice. The two girls finally noticed me, Asriel, and (Y/n)'s presence. "Who are you?" The pink haired girl asked. "Tell me your name first." I said. "No you first."
I sighed in annoyance. I was about to argue.
"His name is Chara and that is Asriel, my name is
(y/n)." (Y/n) said.
I looked at (y/n). "You can't just tell strangers our name?!" I told him/her.
"Why not?" He/she asked.
I looked at Asriel for support but instead he just a gaped at the brown haired girl.
"The name's Julia Antonette." The pink girl said.
"My name is Mikaela Gwen! But you can call me Mika!" The brown haired girl said. Exactly what Asriel would probally say in the exact cheery voice.
"So we're you the ones throwing toilet rolls at us?" I asked. I glared at the both of them.
"Ye were you the one throwing toilet rolls at us?" Julia asked.
"Ye" I answered. We both glared at eachother. I felt heat rising to my cheeks. She imitated my glare. I noticed her blushing too. Akwardness filled the air. This is just weird.

A/n note:

I'm sorry for adding more oc's but I want this to be like reality. I don't want this story only to be revolved only at the reader and undertale crew. Sorry for all those oc haters.
I don't know why you're reading this horrible story but thank you anyway. And yeah I added pewdiepie's ye.
Bye~

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