When the Grim Reaper had said they would be teaming with witches, he hadn't expected her to send them out to meet the witches.

It wasn't just their class, it was everyone able to transform and fight. Of course, the teachers were leading the front, with the Grim Reaper ahead with the death scythes. The students were just there as back, and only those experienced enough were able to even enter the fight. That had cut down their numbers a bit, with quite a few students left behind at their school. However, they had to use all of the students to their best abilities, which meant even the insane class was attending.

What Blue hadn't really expected was what she did with them.

Even the Nightmare and Cross guy were coming, both of which didn't like getting seperated, and it was an odd addition. Blue tried to befriend them, but it didn't really work well. Nightmare just gave him this terrifying look that made him retreat away, and Cross ended up just getting really nervous and talking about how "Blue was looking at him" before Nightmare would distract him. Guess they didn't like other people.

Despite the group having two witches, arriving at their location was rather odd. The Grim Reaper wasn't the one who would be transporting the witches, no, it would be the insane class. Honestly, it did make sense. If anyone belonged with witches, it was their class, who was rather insane and already had a witch amongst them.

The other witches stared, which made Blue uncomfortable. Their base was dark and cold, no sense of warmth or happiness. The witches stood back in the shadows, looking over the group as they made their way to the witch that was supposed to help them gather the others.

At least Dust was protecting Blue from their stares, in his own way. When they stared, he would stare back, giggling loudly until they would look away from Blue. Horror casually held some weapons, giving his own insane grin to the witches. Honestly, he belonged here, from how crazy he was. Lust was the only one really getting along, even flirting with one of the witches before Horror dragged him away.

"Oh, heya guys," The head witch said when they entered the room.

The room was pretty small, and it looked pretty normal. There was a few books thrown across the desk, the head witch sitting behind it while drinking some bottle of... something. Blue couldn't tell, he didn't really like drug things, so he didn't bother learning what types there were.

"Sorry Sans, for being late," Dream said.

"These are the f*ckers I had been talking about before," Nightmare said, gesturing to the class.

"That is... no, it's accurate," Lust said.

"U-Unfortunately," Error said.

A thud sounded as a knife knew narrowly past Ink and Blue, hitting the wall and bouncing to the floor. They looked back at Horror, who blinked a few times.

"It slipped," Horror said casually. "That time it actually did."

"Sure, Horror." Ink returned down to his sketch, ignoring everything at this point.

Who could blame him. They were all insane at this point, the few "sane" ones of the class just grew used to it. But Blue still felt really bad for their teacher. At least she would be helping fight the witch instead of dealing with them.

"So... you're the head witch?" Killer asked Sans.

"Yup, witch of laziness," Sans said, yawning. "Grim Reaper gave me all the details, I figured Gaster would have flipped the switch sometime."

"How does a witch of laziness become the head witch?" Horror asked.

Sans shrugged. "I don't know, it just sorta happened. I was the first witch, I guess, so I became the head. It's whatever, really."

"It is whatever! Life is whatever!" Dust said happily, clapping his hands.

"Yes it is, Dust, yes it is," Blue said, patting the top of his partners skull.

"But right after this, you guys can't just go killing all the witches," Sans said, pointing to the group. "We're going to make that deal. I'm sick of having to go hunt down ketchup just because some kids thing some weird other weapon kid can kill me. We want to become a part of society, where bad witches can get hunted down but good- okay not good, decent- not that either, hm... not murderer witches get passes and get to live. Like Dream and... that one."

"Nightmare, it's literally the opposite of my brothers name," Nightmare said, "You always forget."

"Yeah, I know you just said it but I forgot again," Sans said, waving away the topic.

"I hate you so much sometimes," Nightmare whispered.

"I can kill him for you, um, if you want," Cross whispered silently.

Nightmare stared at him for a moment before he drew the other into a hug. "Where have you been all my life?"

"I think the Grim Reaper could agree to that," Dream said, silently agreeing to tease his brother later with himself. "But she did tell us to get you and your witches to help.'

"Yeah, sure, we can do it," Sans said.

The head witch lazily leaned back in their chair, reaching over to an old looking loudspeaker system. With that, he flicked on the button and leaned in.

"Hey a**holes, we're saving people 'nd sh*t," Sans said into the microphone, his voice booming across the building. "No killing anyone but XGaster, he's the a**hole that has us stuck working with the meisters and weapons. Remember, it's his fault we're here and now we're going to go kill him. 'Kay, bye.'

"You couldn't have done it... a little differently?" Killer asked.

"Eh, witches respond to negative things," Sans said, pushing away the loudspeaker microphone.

"And we're letting them into society," Ink whispered.

"We're in society, it's been f*cked f-f-for awhile," Error said to him. 

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Hey guys, sorry for the lack of uploads! I've been trying to clear out my google docs from my unfinished works and I'm just trying to upload them out to get them into the world so I don't have to worry about them, so I haven't been working on this much. Sorry about that, when I get the Fontcest book finished, then the Sansgore one, I'll work on this more. Sorry, I realized if I added a few more chapters to some of my unpublished books I could finish them, so I'm trying to cram a few out that I know I'll never get around to finishing otherwise.