EXPERIMENTALE

CH 1 - School

-- An Undertale AU made by VV --

Frisk woke up, getting ready for the day. She quickly changed into appropriate clothing (No. Don't be that person.) for school and exited her bedroom, walking down the stairs. She treaded over to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal and saying a good morning to her parents. They responded by silently nodding, resuming their work. Well, they didn't pause, they just nodded and kept on working. Frisk stifled a (disappointed) sigh as she ate her cereal, looking outside the window. Nobody was outside, except for the garbage guy for a few moments. Occasionally, cars zoomed past the quiet neighborhood as well. Frisk looked over on the other side, through her backyard and to the trees. Behind their house was a forest filled with eucalyptus dalrympleana trees, also known as Mountain Gum. Somehow, they managed to find their way over here in the neighborhood. They were pretty trees.

She shook her head and quickly returned back to her bowl and put it away in the sink to wash. She brushed her hair and made sure her teeth were sparkly clean before heading out the door. "Bye guys, I'm going to school." She waved at them, then closed the door. Frisk didn't wait for their response, because they wouldn't do so anyways. She walked down the sidewalk, opening up her sketchpad. It was a bit shaky, but she doodled a bit on the paper, looking up every now and then so she doesn't bump into anyone. She crossed the street, continuing to doodle. She heard a bunch of kids laughing, then scattered speech as she walked. Frisk put the sketchpad away and looked around, spotting a small group.

Someone slapped their knee, looking at a boy. "How did you come up with that? Ha!"

"I know, I know, It's pretty funny. So he just started laughing, y' know? He was just drinking some cola before that, and it shot through his nose. He kept on giggling and told me "Chara, it burns, it burns, AHHH!", and his camera-- oh god-- his camera was sticky for the whole week until he actually cleaned it up good. Oh man, it was hilarious."

"Wow! I wonder how Tristan's still alive." A girl put a finger up to her chin, looking off into the distance. Frisk was intrigued, so she started walking a bit faster, but not fast enough that it seemed to be desperate. She huddled close by, listening in to their conversation and pretended she was drawing. Yes, Frisk was eavesdropping, but these were the rich kids. Not that her family wasn't rich, but these guys were the popular ones as well. All the other students dreamed of being in this group. She looked up at the boy who stood in the middle. Chara. His father was the mayor of this small, little town. Everyone adored him. Look how cute he is or wow, those bucks! Nobody disliked him.

Except, well, the people who envied him. They hated seeing Chara in the halls. One time, they even tried to start a fight. Of course, Chara declined, saying how they would have the short end of the stick. Of course, they fought him anyways, and it ended out horribly. Both of them got detention though, and worked on their manners. Still, the two didn't change. All they did was glare at each other in the halls or steal pencils, but that was it.

Frisk noticed the group in front of her was farther ahead, and already at the school. She put her sketchpad away and started running towards the doors, slipping in just in time before it closed again. She sighed, fixing her hair and walking normally to her locker. As she passed by a few peers, she noticed that the popular group was hanging out in the library, chatting. Chara chewed on a chocolate bar. Students weren't allowed to eat in there but since he was the mayor's kid, he could basically do whatever he wanted. Frisk scoffed and face-planted into her locker. "Ow! What--?!" She rubbed her face, setting her backpack down. "Just my locker." And began to open it, putting her backpack in and taking out essential items.