Whiskers and Tails (Undertale Story)

Chapter Three: A Chat with Kev

// Authors Note: Hello again guys, I am here to bring in another chapter for this very SMALL fanfiction. I really do hope it does not get too long, otherwise we are going to have yet another doozie on our freaking hands. I really don't want to have to ping-pong between 3 longer stories. (Looks over to the 20+ unfinished stories in my Library.) :')) ) I am sorry, my beautiful children. I used to love all of you equally. I should probably delete some of you. However, I still somehow get people that read ya guys. //

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Once the bus had pulled itself to a stop in front of the school that Sans attended with his classmates. It was easy to tell who had to attend each school. The rival school were all students that had dressed in uniforms. Uniforms were technically optional in that school. However, students waved around the uniforms in pride, and mockery. To an extent, they were a gloating tool, and a means of annoying pride.

Sans only sighed, after scanning his bus tag, and stepping off the bus (making sure to say goodbye to the driver) he looked around at his own large, and somewhat intimidating school. Only to those new to the place. It looked a lot larger than it actually was. What can he say, the walls and roof wanted to extend as far away from all those air-heads as possible.

He continually wondered why he even agreed to come and move away from his previous home to get here. Oh, wait, he didn't agree. He was forced to.

He didn't have any friends or family to leave behind, but at least he was with other kids in his last school that were monsters as well. They understood what it was like to be in his boat. Students here made fun of you for anything and everything they could get their hands on. It was disgusting. Not that they cared, of course.

"Ah, Sawyer, you look as enthusiastic as ever, kiddo." Someone spoke from behind him. The white haired boy turns and looks up, spotting the face of the janitor and he had befriended when he had first gotten to this place. Sans smiled a bit up to the man before bringing out his arm to gesture to the moving, obnoxious students in the hallway.

"Can you blame a man, Kev?" He asked, waving his arm around a bit, before returning the generally lazy limb to his pocket.

"I don't think any of the teachers blame ya for the way you act, kiddo. These kids are appalling. It does not take very much to come to that conclusion, sad to say." Kev sighed, before gesturing his head over to the nearby bench. Sans nodded, and followed. The man was elderly, so he would not stand up for much longer than he needed to. The school understood his condition, but the students would not care one way or another.

Most of them would shove past teachers, or complain about every little thing just to make the teachers run. The teachers were there to teach, and hardly got the chance to teach them properly because none of them wanted to listen. They were ungrateful to have such a nice, and even understanding education system.

Sans hated school, not because he hated learning. He hated school because of his own generation. Humans seem to progressively get worse and worse and they continue to produce more offspring, because they don't think to instil good morals into their children. Sans may sound like a boomer, but he was right. You can't always just blame the children if the adults are doing nothing to help them be more responsible.

Some part of him was looking forward to when they had to go out there, into the real world. For when they had to experience all the things that they avoided while they were here, or even in grade school. Who knows, maybe more of them will turn their lives around.

One could only hope. Not for his sake, but for theirs.

After a decent conversation, and some time of relaxation before the first bell, they were rudely interrupted. Just before the bell, a tall teen walks over. Someone who commonly made fun of Sans really. The pale boy was very aware of this guy and his presence. After grimacing at the thought of this guy's voice he looks up at the others face, winking with an undertone of sarcasm.