Chrisk, Rachel, Michael and Ms. Viridian went their separate ways downstairs, Chrisk and the Bluenette to the right and The teacher and the Yellowhead to the left.

Even after walking down the hall for a few minutes Rachel was still clinging to Ms. Viridian, her shaking was worse now, Ms. Viridian was worried about her. Something was making her jittery besides the encounter with the flower, she shouldn't be so shaken up, but then again some people take traumatic experiences differently than others. Their footsteps made soft thuds on the wooden floors, the storm outside flickering white inside every now and then, Rachel had settled down some but not entirely.

"Rachel?" Ms. Viridian said, "is everything okay?"

"I-If you call b-being hunted down by m-monsters 'okay' then y-yeah, I'm okay." But she still had her sass.

"You're stuttering again," she said ignoring the sass, "you normally stutter when you're upset about something.

Rachel bit her lip, leave it up to the teacher to notice.

"I'm fine Ms. Viridian, r-really." She said, wanting to drop the subject. She didn't want to be talking about that now. . .or ever.

She let go of Ms. Viridian and walked ahead, the teacher looked at her with sad eyes before walking faster to catch up, what was wrong with her? They tried every door they came across but they were all locked, until they managed to find one that opened, Ms. Viridian opened the door finding it dimly lit, inside there were several stationary figures in the darkness but she couldn't tell what they were. Rachel, after searching the wall for it, flicked on a switch and the light came on, the figures she saw were stone statues, they were a dingy white and had their hands to their faces, the statues were of some kind of creature with claw like hands, their legs were covered by the toga that draped their shoulders, and had feathered wings that were kept 'closed' with thick leather bands of black, giving them the indication they were unable to fly with them on. They were all male, their arms were muscular as they were almost the size of barrels, hair draped down their backs and across broad shoulders and had different types of ears on their heads but one statue always had a pair.

"Woah," Rachel exclaimed, "they look so real." Her eyes starred up as she ran in, gazing at one of the stone beings in interest.

They were all so beautiful even though some were cracked and chipped in several places. One was missing a wing completely. Although Rachel was simply mesmerized by their appearances, Ms. Viridian was uncomfortable there, she was getting this feeling she couldn't shake, sure they were statues but something about the way they were positioned seemed. . .odd. While the girl gazed from each statue the teacher noticed a brown box with a black metallic floral pattern on a white stone pedestal and two more statues of the same manner were on either side of it, she opened the box and found two keys and a piece of paper. She smiled turning around to Rachel, but her smile started to fade when she noticed something weird, the statues around Rachel were. . .closer than when they came in.

Almost like they were forming a circle around them.

"Rachel?" She said, making the girl look at her, "did the statues move?"

"What? That's impossible, statues can't move by themselves," she said though not noticing that they did in fact move, "they're inanimate."

"I know that, they just seem. . .I don't know." She rubbed her eyes.

"I think all this mayhem is getting to you Ma'am," Rachel said rubbing her arm, "what's that?" She pointed to the objects in her hand.

"Oh, I found them in the box," she handed her one of the keys, "the paper was in there too." They both looked to the paper. It read:

Cold and dark are the eyes of the damned,
For in the light is no place them.
Though the scene you've stumbled upon is less crude,
The terrors here are none the rude.

The easy part has been done,
The keys, the keys, have already been won.
But the creatures here are no better,
For they've been peering at you as you look at this letter.
Though large and beautiful the statues aren't as they seem,
Cruel and wicked is what they're more to be.
They have this habit of peeking behind closed binds,
Always treacherous behind looks so kind.
If I were you I would leave the room,
For I don't think you'll like this doom.

With all their attention to the letter, they didn't notice what was happening around them, though you would think they would realize something was odd but for some reason they didn't. Maybe it was the room. . .with their victims oblivious to their presence their real appearances started to show.

Time seemed to slow down as their dingy white skin slowly faded to grey and as a deep red glow shone through their hands, horns formed out of their heads, their wings shed their feathers and were replaced with scarred skin, the grey faded to pitch black now and an aura of malice started to radiate from them. A deep growling came from one of them as their index finger parted from the other four, a single eye peering at them as they read the paper, the others followed suit, the same evil in their eyes as well. They slowly removed their hands from their faces, their stone skin cricking and cracking softly under their movements, with their hands gone their faces were now revealed. Their eyes glowing a sickly red as they stared at their prey, mouths bearing sharp pure white teeth in a scowl and faces scrunched up in disgust and hatred.

They slowly looked at each other, skin cracking with every movement as evil flowed from their sinister smiles. Slowly, slowly they started to close in on the unsuspecting duo, oblivious to the mayhem that's upon them.

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Michael walked with his hands behind his head, fingers interlocked on his blue locks as he strode side by side with the shy one. The thunder sounded like the hooves of a thousand horses trampling on the metal roof and echoed through the wooden walls as the rain still washed against the clear windows. They had been walking in silence for the majority of their team up, trying doors and searching together but not talking, they haven't even said a word since they've started, especially Chrisk.

"So," Michael finally says, looking at the wall as they walked, "enjoying school so far?" The awkwardness of the situation was getting to him.

But Chrisk said nothing, just continued holding his arm and keeping his head down. Jack felt even more awkward now that he didn't answer.

"*cough* so you think we can get outta here?" He shrugged, "well I hope we do."

A while later, Michael walked forward and stopped in front of the boy, turning and facing him while making him stop suddenly and look up to him.

"Look, I know you're new and all and I don't know if it's just a recluse thing with you," he shrugged his shoulders a little before looking at Chrisk directly, "and I know we haven't really met long enough to know each other but level with me here. We gotta work together to get out of this place and this antisocial thing to me seems like you don't trust me enough, so how about we start over," he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, he opened them with a smile, holding out his hand to him as well, "yo, I'm Michael, nice to meet ya." He said calmly.

Chrisk stared at his hand for a moment before taking a deep breath, slowly raising his hand and shaking Michael's. He didn't say anything though but he gave a small smile, as if that's all he can muster at the moment.

"Well I can work with that," Michael sighed in relief, "it's a start though."

They started to walk again, the air of nervousness dissipated into something more. . .tolerable. Chris still didn't talk but the team up wasn't as awkward as before. Michael was trying to pass the time as they tried locked doors with small talk, about school and what to and what not to do, and about himself sometimes, Chrisk just just listened with attentive ears. The boy was actually starting to feel comfortable around the Bluenette, even if he wasn't necessarily in the conversation, besides his parents Michael is the first he felt he could 'trust' despite him not saying anything about himself, a new feeling started to rise in him. One he hasn't felt in a long while.

Could he actually consider Michael a friend?

They continued walking for another few minutes before they stumbled upon a large marble door ridden with cracks and vines growing from the split in the middle and the hinges. A sign at the top saying 'ROYAL GARDEN' on a silver plaque with gold letters. Michael walked up to the door and tried searching for a handle or something to open the door since there was none in sight, he then tried to push it open but it wouldn't budge at all. It was too heavy to open by himself.

"Mind helping me out here?" He motioned to the door.

Chrisk hesitated for a moment (he was just getting used to not being. . .'reclusive' as Michael put it) before he walked to the door and was about to touch it when it automatically opened. Michael was just as surprised as him.

"How did you do that?" Michael asked in astonishment, Chrisk shook his head and held up his hands defensively, "s'okay, s'okay. Chill. Y'don't have to be scared." Michael replied seeing the boy cower slightly, like he did something wrong.

The doors opened the rest of the way, a warm bright light poured in from the opening, making them shield their eyes. When the light dimmed they gasped, it was beautiful. Green as far as the eyes can see, trees that looked higher than the mansion itself, standing tall with luscious green leaves on their broad branches, green grass giving off that freshly cut smell, a pond of crystal blue water with lotuses and lily pads floating across surface to the right, every where else was drenched in flowers of all types and colors. Lavenders, Hydrangeas, Baby's Breaths, Roses, Daffodils, Daisies, Buttercups and much more and some they didn't know. But at the far end of the garden was the largest tree they've ever seen, the trunk wide with grooves along its surface, fat roots that showed partly above the soil, and leaves a mossy green, it wasn't shown if it was bearing or not or what it could bear. How was all this possible if they're still inside the mansion, and where was the rain?

But just ahead the tree was hunched figure, it's back to them as they were doing something in front of it. Michael and Chrisk looked at each other in concern, should they go forward and confront the figure, hoping they will help them, or turn around and not interfere for they might not be of good intentions?

"M-Might as w-well come i-in," a lazily deep raspy voice stuttered, making the boys flinch and whip their heads forward, "I-I alr-eady know y-you're th-there."

Michael cursed under his breath as Chrisk shivered slightly, but he was the first to move while Michael followed close behind. The grass crumpled under their step and made soft squishing noises, their shoes were getting wet too. As they got closer they heard the figure hum a tune they didn't know, it was lovely but the way they were humming it made it sound droaned out. The figure was still backing them too, still paying attention to what they were doing instead.

"It's a b-beautiful day ou-outside," the figure started, "-bi-birds are singing, f-flowers are blo-oming-" the figure stood up slowly, they were about the same height as Michael and taller than Chrisk, they also appeared to be a man, "on d-days like th-these kids li-like y-you, " the figure turned around with a watering can in his left hand and a smile on his face, "should b-be out having f-fun."

Their eyes widened, Michael stood in front of Chrisk defensively, the figure was indeed a man but 'man' wouldn't be the correct term.

It was a skeleton. An actual live skeleton.

He was wearing a soft pink shirt with the collar up and a zipper in the middle instead of buttons, whitish grey sweatpants and pitch black fuzzy slippers. His bones were a pristine white but had a few cracks and marks here and there, his left hand was missing his middle finger and he had a large jagged hole in the left side of his head showing inside was indeed hollow meaning there wasn't anything inside, the hole engulfed his left eye as well. His good eye was closed as he 'looked' at them. He also had a permanent smile on his face that didn't move with a sharp left canine jutting outside his mouth, he had a crack on either side of his mouth that lead to his jaw as well. Though this smile he had was warm somehow Chrisk felt uneasy seeing it.

"W-What's wrong? Y-You guys look li-like you've seen a ghost?" He asked nonchalantly.

"Who the hell are you?" Michael growled, standing more in front of Chrisk.

"N-Name's Sans, C-Comic Sans, you t-two must be the h-humans that came in e-earlier. D-Damn, you guys h-have no luck t-today huh?" He chuckled as he put the watering can down, cracking his knuckles after.

"So? You're a monster, right?"

"What m-makes you say that?" He shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Well. . .you're not human."

"Oh? F-For all y-you know I c-could be wearing a-a m-mask, or a s-suit. A-And a human's d-definition o-of 'monster' is-is s-so. . .derogatory."

"But-"

"What's y-your name k-kiddo?" He walked towards the pair, cracking his knuckles again. Michael made Chrisk stepped back with him to gain space between them.

"Why should I tell you? You're not going to care anyway, don't you want to kill us?" He growled.

"Woah woah woah! W-Who said anything ab-about killing? I'm j-just trying to s-start a conver-sation here," His smile seemed to falter slightly as he rubbed that back of his neck, "besides, I'm n-not into that business."

Michael rose a brow suspiciously, "how can you not want to kill us? You should want our souls too."

"L-Let's j-just say I-I don't want to, th-that's all I'm g-gonna patell you, n-now th-that's o-out the w-way," he put his hands in his pockets and slouched a bit, "a-again I ask, w-what's your n-name kiddo?"

There was a short pause, should he trust him with his name? Should he even trust him at all?"

". . .Michael. . ."

"M-Michael," he said, tapping the side of his jaw thoughtfully, as if trying out the name for himself, "n-nah t-too boring. I'll call y-you B Boy." He smiled at the end."

"B Boy?"

"Y-Yeah, like Boy B-Blue but backwards, s-suits you. And what's your n-name?" He said looking behind him.

"He doesn't talk much."

"O-Oh? I d-didn't rattle your bones so h-hard you can't sp-eak did I?" He snickered. Michael groaned and Chrisk stayed silent, "damn, t-tough crowd."

"Well if you're not gonna kill us them what are you going to do?" Michael asked trying to change the subject.

"Well I could take you to Undyne sushi what she'll do," they flinched, "or I c-could take you to my br-brother Papyrus. He's never s-seen a human b-before so I guess y-you guys would be ret-returning the favor since I-I choose n-not to kill you."

Michael looked at Chrisk for a suggestion but he looked just as indecisive as him.

"Ugh, fine. We'll go see your. . .brother if you promise not to tell anyone we're here."

"D-Deal," Sans held out his hand which he reluctantly shook, "n-now that th-that's settled let's go. I'm s-sure you'll h-have a bonerific time me-meeting my br-bro." He smiled while walking off.

"Why does he make so much puns?" Michael mumbled to himself, "come on Chrisk, let's go." He whispered walking behind the skeleton.

Chrisk soon followed suit, feeling even more uneasy now that the skeleton was in their company, but why? Was it because he didn't like monsters? He was scared? Or was it something else that he couldn't explain? Even behind that stiff smile he saw something hidden, something unknown, something. . .frightening, but what? He didn't know if Michael could too, or if it was just him being scared but mindful of the monster, but he sensed something dangerous about him, something malicious and it seemed to just ooze out in a suffocating aura surrounding him. But there was one question that was circling his brain he honestly didn't want to know the answer to.

Who's Undyne?

Michael realized the uneasiness in Chrisk's face when he walked off though he thinks he didn't meant to show it. He didn't know why but something other than the fact that Sans was a monster was bugging him, but he may also over thinking things. Or is he?

What is wrong with you Sans? Why the lack of puns? Cx

What do you think will happen to Ms. Viridian and Rachel?

What do you think of my Sans?

From now on the chapters 'should' be following one event and not two. . .or I'll make the chap longer if I put two events.

Anyway I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far. . .did I say this before?

Oh well.

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