I'm Not Normal! (Undertale)

Chapter Nine: Hello

"I can explain..." I tell the room which I have just entered, the room of which Dad and Sans own.
"It's fine, Georgia. Quite a few humans go through this. Jo, however, wasn't as lucky as some others. Although, I know that a cure will be found soon enough." I agree with him. Alphys rushes in and starts to talk to me.
"I'm so sorry, Georgia, I shouldn't have said anything." I laugh in reply.
"It's fine, Alphys, he's fine with it." I give her a hug she blushes a bit.

"So, tomorrow is Friday, the day I usually come down to the underground. But what if we change it up?" I ask dad. He looks over the moon.
"You're breaking the barrier!" He starts to celebrate; Alphys can tell that I'm not breaking it anytime soon. But I think I need to tell Dad first.
"I'm not breaking the barrier, no, but you're coming to the surface with me and two other humans." I tell him, I can feel Alphys look at me.
"But you only need one human and one monster soul."
"But what if two humans share the same soul?" Alphys smiles at me.
"You're bringing them down?!" She looks at me, I nod in reply. She runs off, smiling along with a quiet squeal being released from her body.

Pants and muttering come from Sans' room. I walk close towards it; this can only end one of two ways.
"Kid - you safe?" A small pause occurs. "Thank God it was just another one of them..." I walk away from the closed door, having a vague idea of what Sans is talking about.

"Anyway, Dad, I'm sorry to go so soon, but I'm visiting Mum. Also, you want me to get anything? Like ketchup for Sans?" He nods and turns around to me.
"Just the condiment, thank you Georgia." I walk to the barrier, going through it. No one's about, quite strange. I check my watch to see if it is any time late on. The sun is still up, and my watch says that it's approximately 5pm.

I teleport to the hospital and enter. Finding my Mum's ward and entering. I smile politely, trying not to give away the plan which I am planning with Frisk, Chara and Dad. We talk for a few hours, talking about everything that'll be happening.
"What time is your operation tomorrow?" I ask my Mum.
"Around this time, actually. I think it's at five." She informs me. I get my phone and write down a note saying 5pm. We continue to talk until visiting times are over. I head home and arrive soon enough. As soon as I get in, I e-mail the Dreemurrs about tomorrow's plans. Confirming that they can definitely do it for a bit before so they can greet everyone in the underground again. I don't even bother looking at any of my research because I know what I'm doing tomorrow will work and don't want to worry about research right now.

The night soon rolls past, daylight seeping through my curtains, wanting to get into my room. I allow it to and open my curtains. Squinting my eyes to adjust to the sudden light difference. I happily get up and get dressed for school. Checking myself in the mirror before I go. I teleport to school and walk to the canteen area. Writing notes about later about what time we'll need to leave and everything.

The loud bell rings to tell us school has started. I walk to form, proceeding to hand the small amount of homework out. I look at my timetable: Maths. Ok, I'm alright with this. I walk into the classroom; everyone's looking at the board. I too, look at the board and the one thing I dread to see:
A new seating plan.

I navigate to where my name was placed on the board. I unpack my stuff. A couple more students sit down. I smile at them; they smile back and have a separate conversation. We start the lesson, learning about complex fractions. About ten minutes into the lesson, she strolls in. Miss shows her the new seat she had been assigned to... next to me.

One of the most anti-monster humans to ever live is sat right next to me. Sure, not everyone likes the fact that monsters are different. But Jane, she's just - Jane.

I continue writing down the notes. Jane nudging me every now and then, I don't mind that, just a small nudge where our arms hit.
"Oh my God! Stop harassing me!" She shouts - a few snickers occur around the classroom. I switch so I write with my opposite hand so that I don't 'harass' Jane again. The two students opposite me look shocked.
"I'm ambidextrous." They smile again and have another conversation, looking at my hands. I look down to make sure everything's OK. Gloves are on. Just the fact that I'm using my other hand?