A/N: Some angst and fluff in this chapter. (We're still in Frisk's POV) Anyways, without further ado here is chapter one!

I sighed and sat down at the rusty metal lab table along with G and Chara.

"So, we meet again," G comments. I was about to groan when the teacher suddenly started talking.

"In this experiment, you will be combining chemicals to change the color of the base. You will be given three chemicals, and the class time to work as a team to figure out to change the color of your liquid," she explained, setting down her coffee, "Your time begins now."

I open the lid of a small box on the table to reveal three half-full bottles, one red, one green and one yellow. I pick up a red one and look at it, inspecting it. G picks up the yellow one and Chara picks up the green bottle. There is a beaker on our table filled with a dark green liquid.

"I think we should try the red bottle," I suggest, unscrewing the cap.

"No, no, yellow would make the color change more," G argues, unscrewing the cap of the yellow bottle."

Chara quickly unscrews the cap of her green bottle and swipes the red bottle from my hand and the yellow one from G's hand. I quickly realize what she was going to do, and reach for the bottles, but she holds them over my head, too high up for me to reach by one inch and scoffs.

"Chara, no!" I step on her foot, but she doesn't even bat an eye, "Give it!"

"No can do, Frisky," she says, meeting my gaze with her own sickly one, grabs the beaker with her free hand and pours all three in. G looks on, frozen, eyes wild with curiosity. I hate that nickname, 'Frisky.'

The beaker bubbles rapidly, and to make matters worse, Chara puts a cork on it and shakes it rapidly. I grab her hand to stop her, but it was too late. The cork flies off and thick purple liquid explodes the glass beaker, causing one of its pieces to get lodged in my ankle. But before I could even yelp, I was coated in a thick purple liquid that sprayed everywhere in the room. I took my safety glasses off and saw the horrid sight that I had created.

Everyone had some purple mush on them and the tables and floors were lined with a thick purple slime, which dripped slowly from the tables. I gasped at the sight.

"Who did this?" the teacher hissed, flicking a huge glob of the dark goop off of her lab coat. The class was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Everyone knew that whoever caused this was screwed. Yet they didn't say anything. Nobody was going to snitch.

"I said, who did this?" slowly all fingers pointed to our group. "You three. Office, now."

I trudged through the sticky liquid, embarrassed at the mess I had made, each step getting heavier with slime than the next. To add on to the humiliation that this caused me, my ankle felt like someone had stabbed it a million times over. I frowned and continued, my eyes beginning to sting.

I felt a familiar pair of bony fingers wrap around mine and sweep me up, bridal style. I looked up to see G, smoking with a poker face as if he'd done nothing out of the ordinary, although a I thought I could see a bit of yellow dusting his cheeks.
Thankfully this time I didn't blush. Not that much at least, but you couldn't see it through the layer of purple mush on my face. Once we got out of the slimy mess he put me down and put out his cigar on the floor.

"What did you do that for?" I asked, still confused.

"Do what, sweetheart," he looked down at me, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Carry me?"

"Ya were ruinin' your boots," he huffed, expression unchanging, but looking anywhere but at me. I looked down at my prized black velvet boots. He was right, if I had walked any more, they would've been destroyed. They were my favorite item of clothing. Thankfully, only the soles had some mush on them, but otherwise, they were fine because I could easily wipe it off later.

"Thanks."

"Anything for ya, sweetheart," he mumbled sarcastically, and before I could question his nicknames he took my hand in his own and teleported me in front of the locker rooms.

"Take a quick shower and get all the muck off yourself so we can head to the principal's office, I'll wait for ya outside," he said lighting a cigarette.

"How are your clothes unscathed?" I asked.

"Used a magic barrier," he said simply, popping the cigar in his mouth.

"I thought the use of magic was removed by the barrier around the town?"

"Restricted-Not removed. I can only use some magic, not all," he elaborated, and I nodded.

I went into the girl's locker room and peeled off my slime covered clothes and hopped in the surprisingly warm shower.

I guess I was so surprised at how good it felt. Even my ankle wasn't burning with pain for once. In this place they always give us the bare minimum, and I had realized that in only the first few hours that I had been here. The hallways don't have air conditioning, probably because they don't see it as a necessity. It's almost always humid when you're in the halls.

I might have gotten a little carried away and I started to sing a bit, at least until I heard G shout from outside the locker room, "It's a no from me."

"Shut up! It's not like you're any better," although I was going for a confident strong voice I sounded like I was trying to convince myself of that. I ran to my locker and quickly threw back on my clothes now that the muck had at least fallen off of it by now. I put my boots back on slowly, seeing that my ankle still had the piece of glass in it. I left my right boot unzipped because the pain was too much to zip it up.

I hobbled outside to see G lazily leaning against the wall smoking yet another cigarette, waiting for me. He started to walk to the principal's office, but I fell behind because of the piece of glass embedded in my ankle. I pulled up my socks trying to cover it, which only made me groan out more in pain.

"Are you limping?" he asked, watching me limp.

"No, just kind of dizzy from the teleportation, you know?" I continued to walk.

"We teleported ten minutes ago, what's wrong with your leg?" He blocked my path.

"I'm fine." I tried to get past him.

"Frisk, what's wrong?" he said, stopping in his tracks. The way he said it made me freeze. He never used my name. I knew he meant he needed to know by his tone of voice, so I pointed to my ankle.

He knelt down and unrolled the sock and I hissed in pain, gripping his shoulder tightly for support.

"I'm gonna pull it out, okay?" he said in a calming voice, although in this situation I should be anything but calm.
"What!" I swiveled around to look at him, only to be met with more pain. "Look, trust me. You can't be walking around with that all day, you're just going to make the wound worse. I'll make it quick, so it won't hurt, just don't move, okay sweetheart?" I nodded again, gripping his shoulder tighter, "On three I'm going to do it. One, two," he pulled it out. Then his eye glowed a dark yellow and the wound was surrounded in a yellow aura. I yelped as pain seared through my leg briefly, but I saw the wound's bleeding slowly diminish, and the wound began to close up.

"If you ever keep a secret like that from me again I swear I'll kill you, doll face," he said shaking his head.

"I just-" I began.

"Just," he sighed, "Don't do it again okay?" he bent over and picked up the shard of glass and threw it in the trash and I scoffed. "Alright, what's so funny? I don't want anyone to get a shard of glass five inches into their foot. There somethin' funny about that?"

"I-It's just," I bellowed between laughs, "One minute you're threatening kill me and the next you're picking up glass, so nobody gets hurt."

He just shook his head sighing and walked towards the office, leaving me behind. I had to jog quickly to keep up with long strides. Damn, he's tall, I thought to myself as my eyes trailed down to his boots that had a fluffy white lining, and those aren't even platform boots I'm sure.

He turned around and I averted my eyes quickly, looking at the posters on the wall to distract myself.

Prom! Coming December 19th . The date for prom was a bit early, but nobody was complaining because the sooner it was the better, right?

I was getting giddy thinking about all the music and dancing until I heard G open the door to the office and my stomach sank. I guess he could tell because he gave my hand a reaffirming squeeze and I went inside first, him close behind.

"G. Frisk? Surprising to see you here," the vice principal said, adjusting her framed glasses and squinting as if she couldn't believe who was standing before her. She was a monster with eight long purple arms and a human-like body with scaly purple skin and frayed pink hair in a messy bun. The inside of the office was quite modern and clean-cut compared to the rest of the town and school. The walls were lined with off-white paint, and thickly cushioned black leather couches without a single stain on them. Unnervingly green plants stood on tables. They looked healthier than most of the student body.

"Yeah, well she's here, big deal. We were sent here by our science teacher," G told her, bored, and ignoring the beautiful furniture and plants. I wondered if he found this place amazing too.

"Yes, Chara here told me all about what happened," she said, patting the girl's head with a single purple hand while typing up something on her computer with another. "She told me that you, Frisk, decided it would be a fun idea to dump all the chemicals into one beaker to see what happens and I think you can tell," she said pointing to Chara who was still covered in slime. "She also told me that you took off with G's magic so that she would get in trouble."

Our gazes flicked to Chara who stood covered in slime, "Because of this, both of you will lose one warning."

"But-" I began to explain before the principle cut me off.

"Unless you both write your science class an apology and one to her personally," she finished.

"She was the one to throw all the chemicals in, Frisk and I did nothing," G continued, "I'm not writing her an apology." I glared at Chara.

"There's no point in lying to me. I will still give you the opportunity to write an apology, however if you don't take it, one warning off for the both of you. Oh, and you've heard about prom correct? I reckon you both want to go, yes? Loose more than three warnings and you're banned from attending. Goodbye," she said dismissing us while Chara stood there blinking innocently.

G got up quickly, most likely to start a fight, but I tugged at his sleeve and shook my head, signaling that it wasn't worth the energy. That and I hate seeing people brawl.

"Let's go, dove," he said in a tone that commanded more than suggested. He growled low in his throat, taking my hand and walking out of the office just fast enough so that I wouldn't fall. I watched as the white interior turned to dulled grey bricks, snapping me back reality.

He led me down a hall, away from the office. It was eerily quiet, and I sensed that he was angry. I backed away, not wanting to upset him further, and instead leaned against the opposite wall, my head cushioned by an array of vines. I felt fine, that is until I looked back at G.

The smoke that came up from his cigar was yellow, and I soon learned why when he turned around to face me: his left eye was surrounded in a burning gold flame. It died down when he saw my face and his demeanor changed from anger to worry, and he quickly knelt down and wrapped me in a hug, resenting what he had just done in front my face. I froze up from his sudden change of attitude.

"I'm here, I'm sorry," he said trying to soothe me. Why was he being so kind to me?

I didn't mean to cry, but the tears just fell like a gushing river, unstoppable, once I realized what the situation back in the science room looked like. Everyone must think that I'm a troublemaker because they think I exploded the experiment on purpose. Once the first one broke free the rest of the tears came out cascading down my face uncontrollably, I without thinking wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into the soft white fur of his sweater crying into him with the force of someone vomiting on all fours. He froze up for a second when I did that but nevertheless hugged me back tightly. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but nobody came down that hallway for a long time. By now I had calmed down and I wiped my nose on my sleeve, moving out of his embrace slightly.

"You okay now?" He gave me one last squeeze on the shoulder and parted from the hug to look at me, his hands still on my shoulders. I nodded my head, shivering a bit from losing the warmth of his embrace. Why was it suddenly so cold?

"'Atta girl," he smiled softly and wiped the last tear from my eye with his skeletal thumb. I wished I could've stayed in that hug forever, our arms intertwined, and I got warmth and security from his jacket. He noticed me shivering slightly from the cold he left me with when we parted. He took off his jacket and helped my arms through the sleeves.

"T-Thanks," I managed to say and then realizing how shaky my voice still was and quickly swallowed the lump in my throat. I decided it would be better if I didn't use my voice until I calmed down fully.

I looked down at my watch hesitantly. There was still ten minutes left of Science, but I thought it was better to stay with G than to go back into that horrid class. I knew at this point I wasn't the 'new girl' anymore. I had a reputation for being a troublemaker because of Chara. I guess that was why I was crying. I looked up at G.

"We still have twenty minutes before our next class," I wavered softly, looking into his eyes wondering if he was thinking the same thing. I guess he was, because he sat against the wall opening his arms for me. I cuddled with him and rested my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me closer gently.

I realized there that I felt a strange feeling. It was almost like warmth but... different. It was something that I had never felt in this hell of a town. I felt ... I thought over my words for a second and finally decided on one: protected. It didn't take long for me to pass out of exhaustion on him, because he was also rubbing my back in slow, long motions which calmed me down quite a bit. I realized that, for the first time since moving here I felt secure, safe, protected here. It was like it was just us two, together, against every hardship that would come our way. I guess I passed out right there. I couldn't help it, I was exhausted from being so worried and alert while I walked around the school.

Was it normal? Was it normal for fights to break out and nobody gives a care if you got hurt? Was it normal to have strange rules that seemed to always be trained against me? Is it normal that I can't remember anything before the day that I stepped foot in this town?

Maybe I just hadn't adapted to the ways of here.

Maybe I was just being too critical.

Or, maybe I was the different one.

Why wasn't I like everyone else, then? Why wasn't I normal?

Then again at this point, what is normal?

A/N:

Haha, sorry if the end of this chapter is a bit confusing or strange. (Her thoughts have to do with the dystopian town she's in, and the people behind why she ended up there.) It will make sense later in the story, I promise ya xD

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