Undertamer (Frisk x Sans)

Chapter 19

The old broken down elevator came to a holt. The same old skeleton stepped out. He had serval plasters on his face and his body was heavily wrapped in bandages. The wounds from taming that dragon had been bad. At lest there were no new scars to add to the collection. As a sigh left his mouth, he looked around the surrounding forest.

"back in this dump" he said in a strained voice.

4 weeks in the hospital. 4 weeks away from this place. His leaded eye sockets glared at the vast shadow of the school. Classes had started again two weeks ago.

He smirked "Oops guess I missed some lessons". A sneaky smile creeped onto his face. He wondered.........was she still here?

She had made quiet the impression in her first term at the school. In his time at hospital he had done two things. Binged watched the Saw movies and thought about her.

More specifically how to get rid of her.

His shoes squelched on the slightly damp earth, as he walked down the path. His normal clothes were in a plastic bag he had in one hand. After treating his ribs, the doctors had warned him against wearing his normal leather trainer clothes. Even his extra padding, which he wore to protect his ribs, wasn't aloud. Well it wasn't aloud to be properly done up. All of it was to much presser on his broken ribs.

So instead the doctors had given him a horrible old blue hoody and track-suit bottoms to wear.  He hated this look. So despite what the doctors had said, He had put his padding and belts on anyway.

His doctor kind of sucked anyway.

It seemed to him that he had been in and out of hospitals his whole childhood. Despite this, he still hated them. They may have been full of good people who were trying to help, but all they every did was cause him pain. This pain they had covered up, or tried and failed to fix.

What didn't help was the fact that these very doctor was a human. In fact most of the doctors that worked at the near-by hospital were humans. The mess these doctors had made of everything was yet again more proof to him that humans were just terrible.

Also who tells a 4 year old that there older brother wasn't gonna wake up from a coma? Not to mention the fact that Sans had woken up a few hours after later so.....yeah.

His doctor kind of sucked.

His dad kind of sucked.

His life kind of sucked.

Oh well...

"No dragons"

That was rule number two, right after "no leather clothes or padding". Only one slight problem. He lived at a dragonology school. What did they expect him to do all day?

Speaking of which, the gates to the school became visible to him. At first all things seemed normal but then he noticed. There was something going on?

As he got closer it was clear to see there was a small crowd gathered in the caught-yard. About 20 monsters, give or take. Strange? it must have been break time or something.

What intrigued him further was the figure in the centre of the crowd. The swish of ginger hair confirmed his suspicions.

"well, well, well" he thought "what's Ginger nut up to?"

Frisk was stood in the crowd talking with the other students, Flowey on her shoulder.  She gave a nod, stretching her arm out. Flowey ran across it and jumped up. He did a flip in the air and landed back on her arm.

There was a small round of applause from the group. Flowey puffed his chest out smugly. Frisk smiled "thank you we do train hard".

Sans, who was un-noticed on the outside of the gates, was less then impressed. She thought that was how you trained a dragon? You teach it tricks like a puppy?