All Good In Me Is 'Cause A' You (Soul x Classic)

Chapter 8

(Hey! So the next couple of chapters are going to focus on the highschool days. @MoonshineTeRaptor and I were role playing a lot more. Shit's gonna go DOWN. Just so ya know, the present was RESET.)

(Let's get to it!)

Classic was in his tree. It was Sunday, so fuck it. Tree. He heard running though. Suddenly, RC had climbed up the tree. "Oh, hello sir." Classic said, tilting his head. RC was panting, he must've been running. "Sorry-- m'lord's fuckin' pissed." He managed to babble out. "Can I hide 'ere?" He asked, huffing. "Sure, why not?"

They just started talking together. Answering questions about each other, having fun, telling jokes, all that jazz.

A while later, Black walked in the vicinity of the tree they were in. RC suddenly shushed Classic. "Shh." Classic blinked, sniffing. The alpha leaned over the side of the tree, looking up.

"I know you're over here Papyrus. Come. Here." Black growled out. The alpha huffed. "S'rry. I gotta dip. See ya at school tomorrow?" RC smiled, genuinely. Classic smiled back. "Sure, I guess." He leaned back on a branch, as Black and RC teleported away.

// The next day. //

RC was curled into a ball, outside the school. He was bleeding, but it wasn't visible. Classic walked to the school from the tree, catching sight of the timber. He sniffed, walking over to him. He looked down. "RC? Ya good?" He asked him, concerned. The tall fluff started shaking. But he failed to answer.

The omega's ears went down, but his voice was suddenly laced with seriousness and concern. "RC. Are. You. Hurt." He managed to growl lowly. "No..." RC mumbled. Classic's 'bitch, please' face intensified, he sniffed. "I'll be fine... jus' go ta class..." He huffed, his voice mixed with soreness or pain. Probably both.

"You are such a liar." The smaller fluff hissed, but he continued speaking. "Fine." He turned on his paw, starting to walk off. RC grudgingly sat up. "W-Wait-- don't leave." He called out, making Classic stop. His ears twitched. "I thought you wanted me ta go ta class. Make up your damn mind." He retorted, being a cheeky ass. RC winced as he huffed. "Okay, asshat... but please... don't leave." The omega turned around. "Are you hurt?" He replied once again. RC nodded. "Yeah..." 

That was the answer that Classic knew, and the answer he wanted. The tallest floof stood up shakily, attempting to walk, and just stumbling. Classic watched him carefully. "Can ya walk?" No. He couldn't. He continued to stumble, before finally falling onto his back. He winced loudly, and whined. "Oww... this is what teleportation is for..." He hummed, not moving. Classic jogged over to him, grabbing his paw and hoisting his arm over his shoulders. "And what friends are for. C'mon."

//

Classic had taken RC to the nurses office, sitting on the little chairs next to the beds. Dust walked in. He looked at Classic. "Hey, Classic, can we talk?"