your pov

                    A few days have passed since the event and Sans seemed to have given up on trying to find out more about your father in which you were thankful for. Its not that you feel ashamed of your father or anything, it was just the thought of scaring him away. You didn't know why you cared how he felt. You just did. At least your every day life has improved greatly. You didn't get pick at as much and the fact you never had to sit alone in lunch again was a plus. And the thought that next year Papyrus would be coming to the high school would just make it better. Better for you at least. Sans? Not so much. 

                  But the down side was that Sans refused to let you skip lunch like you usually did. He'd always say that you need to eat because you're much too skinny. You're just skinny naturally. You think so at least. You'd always head over to the music room and just enjoy the company of the sounds the instruments made. Mostly the string instruments anyway since that's all you know how to play. 

                    One day however Sans was given a referral to see one of his teachers during the lunch period. Yes you were concerned about what kind of trouble he could've gotten into but at the same time there was no telling when this opportunity would come again. 

                    Once the coast was clear you began walking towards the music room. The distance was rather long but it didn't matter to you. But the length was your down fall. There in the hallway was a small group of 5 students, every face you knew. Not personally but they were well known in general. You began to get slightly nervous as you approached their field of view. Once in that general area, they turned to face you with rather unsettling grins.

                   "Say runt, mind if we speak for a bit?" One of them spoke. A dark skinned female with short hair and well dressed. Her chocolate brown eyes glinted slightly when they met yours. You wanted to refuse but then again you shouldn't be assuming that they were up to no good.

                  "Sure... What do you need?"

                 "Saw ya all over the internet.. Made the edgy guy bleed because he hit your head by accident or whatever." 

                 "Uh no, it was a bit more complected then that... Why are you asking? That happened weeks ago.."

                 "Just saying for someone so little you have a lot of power.. Where ya heading?" You were beginning to wonder why they continued to try to make conversation with you. Probably just to start some kind of drama like the rest but you decided to play along.

                 "Music room." That seemed to really catch their attention since another person spoke. A male with blonde hair and dark roots. His hair was rather long in the front but in the back was only an inch or so long. His eyes were a bright baby blue, looking as if they were jewels of sorts.

                  "You play shit? Oh my god she plays shit, guys I want to hear some shit!" He grabbed your arm and began pulling you to the music room. "Guuyyyssssss we need to hear her shit!"

                   You sighed slightly to yourself as you let him drag you to the music room.

                   "By the way, I'm Thomas! And you're y/n, right?" You gave a nod as he continued to drag you to the music room. Just what you needed. Odd friends that could be involved with weird and violent communities.