(Y/N): Your Name

(N/N): Nickname

(H/C): Hair Color

(E/C): Eye Color

(F/C): Favorite Color

Etc.

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Pulling your hood down low, you stalked along the sunny streets of your hometown.

At first glance, (Y/N) was your everyday human, pretty normal. (H/C) hair, (E/C) eyes, (F/C) hoodie on almost all the time. But look again. If you get close, you can hear them humming under their breath a tune that always shifts. Actually gather the courage talk to them, and you might find a friend.

A very violent friend.

You chuckled to yourself at the thought. That was what set you apart from your 'everyday human.' You were always outgoing, bold, taking the 'scenic route' painted with a few splats of blood and sprinkled with adventure. To keep up the assertive personality, you fully insisted that everyone that didn't want to get sliced into little tiny pieces call you (N/N).

Looking down at your new watch that you won from a fight, your (E/C) eyes widened at the time. Boy, did time know how to speed when you weren't looking!

You changed your pace from a walk to a jog, watching the trees go by. You had to get to the school! The concrete slammed against your sneakers as you ran, amazed by how you never bumped into anyone.

Finally, out of breath, you arrived at the extravagant building. It was huge, and most civilian children learned their basics in those brick walls. Opening the double doors, you breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no disappointed goat teacher waiting there, tapping his furry foot on the ground.

Taking the first hallway on the left, you were only thinking about food. Ever since monsters had been released and began a new era of monster/humankind, there were a bunch of new things. Including foods.

How you didn't know of butterscotch pie before then, you never knew...

"(N/N)?" Came a deep voice from the end of the hallway, which was a few feet ahead of you. Snapping out of your pie-filled thoughts, you tilted your head up to make eye contact with your favorite teacher. Well, former favorite. You were in a different grade now. That didn't mean you didn't miss him, thought.

Smiling, you said, "Hey, Mr. Asgore. How was class today?"

The former king grinned back. "We made pictures from the history of monsterkind. The kids loved it! I knew it was a good idea!" Mr. Asgore taught Monster History and Politics, a unique class for kids with lots of free time or lots of curiosity.

You nodded along with the rest of his conversation, your mind drifting off again to butterscotch pie and spider cider. That was, until he brought up the main point. "Oh, and (N/N)? Chara's waiting for you at Papyrus' house. You may want to hurry—"

You were out of the doors again in two seconds.

Mr. Asgore chuckled. (N/N) had always reminded him of one of his other children, one that had always been quite eccentric and happy like you. With a sigh, the old monster turned to gather his things. There was no use just drinking water now. The day was over, and he was tired.

Meanwhile, you were dashing down the streets at top speed when suddenly, you rammed head-first into a stranger.

"Watch where you're going, you little freak," the guy (apparently) spat, venom laced in his voice. You looked up, unafraid. The man had a yellow T-shirt, jeans, and ruffled hair. Yeah, you've had tougher.

The man's lip curled when you didn't move out of his way. You sighed, feeling a fight coming on. Almost as soon as the gut feeling came on, the digital battlefield flew up around them. Yellow shirt man sneered, "You wanna go? Fine, you little—"

You swiftly delivered a kick to his abs. Not too painful as a lower kick, but enough to warn him. Yellow shirt reeled back in shock that some kid like you could do something like that. He had obviously never met if heard of you before, since he didn't run away just yet. A stupid move on his part.

His confident sneer turned into angry frown, teeth showing to intimidate you. You frowned back mockingly, daring him to make a move.

He took the bait and you threw him over your shoulder, a small bit of effort considering his size. Yellow shirt landed with a small 'oof' on the ground, bruised. You put a foot on his chest triumphantly. Normally that would have been enough.

Not for you. Not for the infamously overkilling maniac (N/N).

Smiling, you pulled out a small switchblade. The man was now fearful, trying hard to inch away from you. Of course, that was impossible with your sneaker on his chest.

Leaning closer, you sent down until there was an inch between his face and yours. Then, putting your switchblade near his hair, you whispered, "Maybe next time you'll know better than to pick on people smaller than you."

Then you cut off a small chunk of hair. He almost screamed when you waved it in front of his eyes, your own glittering with excitement. The tuft fluttered to the ground, both of you watching.

Brushing yourself off, you closed down the battlefield and walked away. The man just lay there on the ground, shocked.

You were halfway to Paps' house when you felt something... off. Looking around, you saw Sans. But the thing was, Sans wasn't looking like himself.

He was wearing a white hood, a little fluffy around the edge. The rest of his suit was complicated, two sashes in an 'X' shape on his torso. From fair away, you could barely make out a small red flash of color under his left eye.

Walking closer, you wondered why Sans was doing this. The Sans you knew wouldn't be caught dead without their scarf.

"...Hey, Sans?" You called, making the skeleton's head snap towards you. You stopped in your tracks. Nope. Nope nope nope. This was not your Sans. This was an impostor. Or Sans trying something really, really new, which you knew he'd never think of doing.

As the strange skeleton took a step towards you, you whirled around and ran like your life depended on it. You ran and ran and ran until you finally got to the house you were looking for.

A small wooden house, strung up with lights. Hey twinkled even in the bright daylight, making everything a bit more cheery. You glanced behind you, still tense from your latest encounter.

Those eyes, those cold, mismatched eyes full of clouded intent...

You could have sworn you saw two others shadowy figures behind him as well.

Raising a finger to the doorbell, you pushed. A cute little song, one a mysterious bypasser had called 'Dogsong,' rang through the cabin-like cozy. After a few tense seconds, a familiar sight opened the door.

A skeleton, tall and slightly thin, was standing in the doorframe. He glanced at you once and sighed, "Yes, (N/N), they're in here." Looking over your frame and messy hair, he cracked a grin and said, "Hey, looks like you got a pretty good head start on Sans."

You tried unsuccessfully to cock an eyebrow at his dry pun. Pushing past him, Papyrus was still chuckling at both his joke and your reaction.

"Y'know, I'm here for a reason," you muttered to the skeleton, rummaging through his kitchen. You needed a knife sharpener. "I'm looking for Chara. Mr. Asgore told me they were here." Where is that sharpener? "So where are you hiding 'em?"

Papyrus shrugged. "(N/N), I'm not hiding them. They're hiding themselves." He grinned again. You braced yourself for another horrible pun.

"Y'know, (N/N)," he chortled lightly, "You're very lucky to have a friend with such character—"

He ducked down as a sharpened knife flew a few centimeters from his skull. You held out another dagger, pointed threateningly at his ribcage, and beneath that, his soul.

"You'd better stop," you growled, and Papyrus only laughed as he teleported off to his room. You snickered to yourself, sliding the dagger beside your switchblade. Coward. Of course, you never would have really stabbed him, maybe just brushed a few streaks against his false ribs.

Walking out of the kitchen, there was still no sign of Chara anywhere. With a sigh, you made your way towards the stairs.

Of course, you thought, They'd be in Sans' room. The two were thick as thieves and had many of the same interests. Standing in front of the door, covered in 'manly stickers,' as Sans liked to call them, you hesitated. The memory of the strange Sans in the alley was fresh in your mind. You were going to ask Chara about this.

Taking a breath, you pushed open the door.