The years came and went. A simple loop for every students schedule. Though a certain group of skeletons have the time of their lives on their final year before College. . . . . . Undertale, Underverse and every other character is NOT owned by me. They all belong to their owners.

Harley stared at the contact on his phone, finger hovering above the call button. It had been five years since he'd seen him, but he didn't have anywhere else to go. He took a shaky breath and pressed call, raising the phone to his ear. "Hello?" came the familiar voice. Harley smiled weakly. "Hey, old man." -------------------------------- Harley was devastated when he heard his mother and sister had died in a plane crash. The bank saw the opportunity, and seized the home, leaving Harley on the streets and running from CPS. He kept the number for emergency purposes. Being an orphan and homeless counts as an emergency, right?