Undertamer Academe is the worlds only dragon taming school. It is run by human hating headmaster Gaster so its an ALL MONSTER school. However what happens when the first humans ever joins the school and catches the attention of Gaster's Son Sans.
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" Two boys?"
"Two gay boys" Frisk replied to her sister from across the table.
"Are you sure they're gay?" was her Dad chipping into the discussion. Frisk looked at him.
Rolling her eye's she said "yes Dad Papyrus is gay and I think that Mettaton may be to".
Her Dad sipped his water "you think?......... you think that he may be?
"Harold...." Frisk's Mother said putting her hand on his shoulder "I'm sure they are perfectly nice boys
"Yeah Dad!" Chara chipped in "it's jerky mic jerk face you need to worry about"
Harold narrowed his eyes "who?"
Frisk sighed "the school bully, I wrote about him in my letters"
"oh........yes" her Dad replied, piercing a spare roast potato with his fork.
Frisk laughed. This was a standard conversation with her dad. He always wanted to talk about boy's and how terrible they were. Her mother was a little less protective and had often been the voice of reason when Frisk had introduced her ex-boy friends to her family. She had dated a little, she was 16 after all, right now she was single and that's how her Dad liked it. No boy that Frisk brought home would ever meet his standards. That was just how he was.
It's not like Frisk chose bad boys. Her Dad had taught her what to look for and how to spot a "love them and leave them" type. But Frisk had given up dating for a while since all of her relationships had been so.......boring. The boys were nice......but just a little to nice. She lost her attraction to them fairly quickly.
She guessed that the "prince charming" type just wasn't her type.
(Oh I wonder who we know who could be her type XD)
All in all it was a good family Boxing day feast. Here with her family, same as normal. Her mother, who was sat across from her, was the only one without ginger hair. She was a round woman with messy short brown hair and freckles. Her face always wore a kind welcoming smile and she always prided herself on being a loyal wife and loving mother.
Her dad was sat next to her mother. Despite his over-bearing nature, Frisk still loved her dad. He was a man who's family originated from Scotland. He never had a clean shave; kept his hair bushy. As a simple man, he had two main loves in his life. His family and his foot ball.
Frisk loved roast dinner left overs more then the roast dinner it's self, so long as it came with her mother's famous gravy.
The same gravy that Flowey was drinking out of the jug. "Flowey no" Frisk said, after noticing this. Her Dad looked at the dragon. "Bad dragon" he said swiping at him with his hand "down boy down". Flowey lifted up his head to face him and spat gravy in his direction. He then walked to the edge of the table, knocking things off with his tale as he went. He jumped down off it and walked off into the rest of the house.
