UnderTale High Skoolz (Reader Insert)

12 | #2Spoopy4Me

The weeks went by not only Sanic fast, but... either way it still went fast. The teachers didn't take the news from Toriel lightly, and some already started to plan a riot. Some were excited for the great day of the spooks while others were looking forward to the final football game of the school year; yes the football team made it to the finals. As the whole school rejoiced, there was one problem...

"I will not be paying for the football team to travel to the Metropolis," Mr. Dreemurr announced.

"YOU FREAKING PIECE OF BUTT," Undyne shouted. "YOU'RE THE REASON WHY THIS SCHOOL IS TAINTED IN DREEMURR DROPPINGS! YOU HEARD ME!" While she threw out curse after curse, she was escorted out of the office by Grillby.

"...Freak you," Flowey said, flipping off the principal with nonexistent fingers. He hopped away to Toriel, being escorted to the dining hall.

"Dad," Asriel said. "If you don't... If you don't help make this school a better place..." Tears slid down his face. "I'll... I'LL DROP OUT AND LIVE LIKE SHE DID!"

"DON'T YOU DARE BRING HER UP," Mr. Dreemurr shouted. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU STILL HAVE THAT SCOUNDREL IN MIND!" He threw a trident at his son, but only hit the wall. "RETURN HERE AFTER SCHOOL AND I'LL KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH YOU!"

"FORGET YOU," he shouted. "NO WONDER WHY MOM LEFT YOU! ALL YOU DO IS SH*T ON PEOPLE'S FACES!" (Author's note: now I have to change the content ratings to mature.) He stomped out of the office.

"GET BACK HERE YOUNG MAN!"

"NOPE! F*CK YOU!" He ran out of the office.

You were in the cafeteria, thinking of more scary ideas for the haunted house with Napstablook and Frisk. More and more of your friends decided to contribute, and now the list was huge. For some reason, you all thought there was more to it. "Anything else," you asked, playing around with the locket left behind from earlier.

"I got it," Frisk said. "Everyone hates it when they're in a non-con situation! Add that! Add that!"

"No," Napstablook said. "Then there's gonna be those weirdos that don't mind it."

"Oh yeah. Scratch that."

"How about some torture?"

"Mr. Wing Din Gaster already got that down."

"Oh. Sorry."

Asriel ran to your group. "GUYS! HIDE ME! MY DAD IS AFTER ME!"

You were somehow glad you brought your sports bag because Undyne had so many things in her other one. After hiding the locket in your jacket, you zipped open the bag which only contained a towel. "Get in."

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You got home to see your parents playing poker. As you dropped your backpack in your closet, you hear your dad cringe. Carrying your sports bag, you walked to the kitchen to check up on them.

"That's why you should never underestimate women," your mom told your dad, revealing a royal flush in her hand.

"You got me again," your dad said. Then he noticed you. "Hey, kiddo. Wanna play?"

"Not now," you responded. "I have something to ask."

"Ask away."

"Is it fine if I let a pal of mine stay here for a while?"

"[Y/N], of course. We really like you making all of these new friends and all. Just make sure they don't get into trouble."

"That's all I need." You unzipped your bag and grabbed Asriel out of there. You tried holding back your laughter due to your parents' expression. "Taa Daa!" Then you laughed.