Ask and Dare the Sanses!!! (And Me- )

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The group entered the cafeteria, which looked huge where they were standing. It was that classical good boy bad kid-type situation, while the normies were outside.

Nightmare made a Beeline for the lunch line, but a teacher grabbed his shoulder.

"I need to intro..." Mr. Dream trailed off, staring at Nightmare for a few seconds. 

"Really unneeded. Bad kids are already glaring at us, I don't want to kill right now. Under would be mad."

" I mean I wouldn't-"

"Shut up, demon."

Mr. Dream sputtered out something and left them, clutching his arms.

"Man, Mr. Dream looks like a taller baby version of you." Under commented, giving a smirk to Dream.

Then, when everyone besides Under and Over got into line and out of it, Killer showed his knife.

"First, Knife game."

They nodded and sat down at an empty table seating 8. Cross and Over stood.

"Who wants to go first?"

Dust went first, flexing his bones before staring singing it.

"I have all my fingers, the knife goes-"

He hit the table with the knife between his phalanges three times.

Under started softly hitting the table for a beat.

"If I miss the spaces in-between my fingers will come off!"

Killer took the knife. 

"And if I hit my fingers, the blood will soon come out. But all the same, I play this game cause that's what it's all about!"

Nightmare stole the knife.

A few tables were looking at them now.

"Oh, chop chop chop chop chop chop. I'm picking up the speed. If I hit my fingers my hand will start to bleed."

Horror took the knife and gave it back to Killer.

"You know that's illegal, right?" Some bunny asked, making a disgusted face.

"You know you're a bitch, right?" Under immediately countered, making the same face.

A guy stood up, obviously on the football team from the muscles that were unneeded.

Under glanced to where Grillby and Sans were poking their heads through, making bets.

Under also stood up, giving a sideways smile.

Mr. Dream was talking to Mr. INk and some other dude from their first class, PJ, so the coast was clear.

Hushed murmurs spread around the cafeteria.

"You wanna go?!"

Nightmare almost stood up, but Under held him back.

"Are you sure?"

he let out a laugh.

"What's a little girly going to do to me?"

Under smile, although fake, slowly drained, fist clenched.

"What did you just say?"

The guy blinked.

"no, no, ANSWER ME. What did you just FUCKING say?"