Why Not? [Frans And Sarisk Oneshot Book]

{Rose Of The Walls II}

A/n: Pinksterz...💕 I am embarrassed to say that most of you guyz liked the oneshot about a fragment of my life. One of you even asked to make a part two of 'Rose of The Walls', and I gotta say, I'm really flattered and a bit unsure at the same time.

Why are you guyz suddenly interested in my life?! It's not like there's a part two about what happened to me anyways... THERE IS!

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Rose of The Walls 2. Enjoy!

This oneshot is specially requested by my pinkster💕 friend, aly_the_wolf . They requested this to me right in the middle of watching the premiere of Glitchtale Season 2 Episode 8: Animosity! I'm really truly sorry for this to come out very late, but thank goodness, I've done it!

Hope you guyz enjoy!

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Visibly inside the classroom, she tried her best to hide her flustered face behind her two fairly pale-toned hands. She couldn't help but tremble at the decision her classmates had made, their words repeating over and over, like a broken stereo inside her frightened mind.

"Sans and Frisk will have to work together to make up the Art Exhibit."

Why! What did she do to deserve such terrible fate? Everything's unfair!

Their class will be putting up a mini fair in their classroom, gathering three booths to make an unforgettable experience, dividing the class into three; those for Herbal Medicine, Table Napkin Folding, and lastly, Art Exhibit.

For some unusually dud reason, only the Art Exhibit team consisted of only two members, while the rest were included in the other two, leaving her and her longtime crush to make things work.

To other girls who admire the skeleton, it would be a dream come true to do things like planning, setting up, or just plain being near with him. But to her? A total nightmarish panic attack breakdown, especially since she couldn't seem to forget what happened and the last thing he said right after that Career Fashion Show.

She felt very uncomfortable nowadays, the same with the skeleton who couldn't seem to process the class' decision properly, the hollow insides of his skull now malfunctioning.

And believe me when I say, there'll be no way those two would agree to talk for the sake of the exhibit.

And this day... proved me right.

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It was already half past three in the afternoon, and even until now, not a single one from the two even dared to budge, not even when the whole class already plotted out their decisions. But as Frisk noticed the time of dismissal getting nearer with each tick and tock every second passed gave, she couldn't help but wake up to reality, knowing she must do something. Especially when tomorrow will be the showcasing of the exhibits!

Come on, Frisk! This is no time to be shy and just talk to him! For your grades...

She took a step forward towards his seat, and just as she was about to take another step, she couldn't help but sprint back to her seat in shame.

"I can't do it! Ican'tdoit, Ican'tdoit, I, can't, do, it!? Gaah!" she squealed, burying her face in her cupped hands as she did. Peaking from beneath the tiny gaps her fingers gave out, her golden gaze landed on the clean sheet of paper on her wooden desk. At the sight of it, an idea struck her hard.