Mormaer decided that they were going to adapt well to this new area. Universe, if you will. They were determined to.
The whole "nickname" thing was make easier by the fact that no-one ever seemed to remember, or ask for their name. See? Already thinking of themselves as Mormaer. (Though they were pretty sure that if they returned home they'd think of themselves not as Mormaer, but as their given name again.)
But back to the current situation. Because of resets-- because of their ability, the thing that made them unique, that wasn't unique-- other versions of their friends could forget and... "stuff". Naturally, there was going to be issues if members kept forgetting what they were doing every reset. Mormaer could see that.
And because of that, there was a "class" to build something-- they call it the Determination Resistance variable. More like "muscle", or something of the similar sort.
Naturally, Mormaer already had the ability to remember resets. How else would they make their way through the underground? But regardless, they were here at the class anyway, with a laptop (that was not their own) in hand.
Mormaer's job... was to write a transcript. A transcript. It wasn't that Mormaer couldn't, it was simply because Mormaer was reluctant to show off their apparently farouche personality. Mormaer was more inclined to describe their personality as "diffident". Implications mattered.
Alas, the limitless multiverse appealed. Of course, so did the languages of their world, and the worlds beyond.
Mormaer, with their significantly smaller hands, and a relatively low typing speed (they might be verbose, but their mind was still twelve, and couldn't follow more than one conversation at once), was assigned to a group of three. That is, a group of three, including themself.
(Mormaer did have a passion for superannuated words and grammar conventions, even if it was a work in progress. However, they were not going to call themself a "he", even if it used to be a gender neutral. "Themself" was an awkward phrase though. "Themselves"? Mormaer had spent a few nights puzzling over it.)
Digression aside, the two monsters that they had been assigned to were a (Now Mormaer had to count the people? Ugh.) Sans going by "Tooth", and an Alphys going by "Eoraptor".
"Tooth" was apparently from a universe called "Underfell". Mormaer had no idea what it meant, but they assumed it had some similarities to their own universe, given by a similar title.
"Eoraptor" was from a universe called "Prototale". To be candid, Mormaer did not have a good idea of what to expect. "Proto" implied a pre-"Undertale". Not that Mormaer had any idea what Undertale was like, aside from the basics.
Apparently, newbies weren't normally assigned to this, but there were a shortage of people who could transcript. At least when classes started, Mormaer wouldn't have to do menial work like this for nothing. It would be for a grade.
An Alphys with a name tag (everyone here had a name tag) came scurrying up, scarcely before the "class" started. Squinting to read the name tag at such a distance, Mormaer found that the Alphys was the one that they were supposed to transcript for.
Mormaer mutely raised a hand, and waved Eoraptor over.
Luckily, Mormaer didn't have to call out, and Eoraptor came over quickly.
"H-Hi," Eoraptor started, "Uh, I assume you're... one second."
The Alphys dug out a sheet of paper, and looked over it furiously.
"Mormaer?" Eoraptor finished.
Mormaer nodded.
"Greetings," they said, "We are currently awaiting a Sans. Apparently, they aren't always reliable."
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