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." ...
