Previously

I hear quiet running footsteps behind me and someone shouting,

"Hold it right there!"

Now

'Crap crap crap!!!'

I continue to run through what seems like an endless road to school with the jocks chasing me.

My legs aren't tired from running but they are about to collapse due to the fear spreading through my body.

The adrenaline FINALLY kicks in and causes me to run faster. I make it to the school and lose them in the crowd of monsters.

I attempt to get to class, keeping my head down. In the process, I get shoved around and I stumble to the floor, dropping my poster. I close my eyes and brace for impact...

...But it never came...

I open one eye and look up to see Frisk with a teasing smile on his face.

I blush a light pink from embarrassment as he helps me up and picks up my poster and hands it to me.

"Uh thanks...sorry about that," I squeak bashfully and scratch the back of my head.

"What are you sorry for?"

"For falling over and you having to waste your time helping me... Sorry! I made it more awkward!"

"You seem to apologize a lot."

"Sor-" I laugh nervously before catching myself, "...ry..."

He gently laughs at my frantic state.

"Want me to take you to your next class?" He offers.

"Okay...it's science with Dr. Gaster," I half-whisper, half-say.

We walk in comfortable silence. Everyone around us is gossiping about the latest news.

The most frequent things I hear from the monster crowds are (Y/N), audition, viral video, and the likes.

"Well, seems like you're pretty popular!" Frisk smiles at me.

"I don't even know how that happened..."

We make it to my classroom and Frisk waves a small goodbye to me as I smile gratefully.

I slowly open the door and the classroom seems to be empty except Dr. Gaster. He looks up from his desk and waves a small hello to me. I wave back and anxiously greet him.

He begins some small talk about how my day was yesterday. Even though I was answering his questions, he seems to be the one keeping the conversation going.

The bell rings and the room starts filling up. We end the conversation and I sit down at a desk.

"Welcome back, class. I hope that you had a great day yesterday. I assume that everyone did their homework so we can start presenting. Bunny, how about you go first?"

He looks at Bunny who sits next to me. She has her legs propped on up on the desk and is leaning back on her chair.

She rolls her eyes but gets up anyway, holding her rolled-up poster.

She sashays to the front of the classroom and unrolls her poster to a pink glittery mess. Pictures are messily pasted and the writing is slanted. Glitter is everywhere and some of it is falling on the ground. Some parts of the poster is still dripping with glue and it is overall a disaster that was probably put together this morning.

"Sooooo, my name is Bunny, which all of you should know because duh! As you can obviously see from my poster, I am the cheerleader captain. This a picture of me and my girlfriends creating a pyramid. I also live on pumpkin spice lattes but they only come out during the fall. Like what the heck? Anyway, I want to be a lawyer when I'm older cuz..."

At this point, I kind of just tuned out of her presentation. She is just like your typical popular girl so there really wasn't anything to it.

She continues to ramble on as my thoughts raced on what PJ would do if he found me and I couldn't escape. The thought gets me shaking in fear as I feel my stomach drop.

"Thank you, Ms. Bunny. Please put your poster in front of my desk and you may have a seat."

I shake out of my trace and pay attention to Dr. Gaster again.

"Next student, (Y/N). Could you come up and present, please?"

The moment he says that I freeze up and can't move. I feel as if someone turned me into a block of ice or put superglue on the chair.

'GOSH DANG IT, (Y/N)! GET UP!'

I slowly stand up from my chair and walk to the front of the room, poster in hand and keeping my head held down. My legs start wobbling a little and I was shaking.

"U-Umm...my name is (Y/N) a-and this i-is my second d-day at Underhigh because my old school, B͘͟͜͡҉̷̡̀͢͢͞͝҉̸̶̵̵̵̵̢̧̡̧̨̨̨̧̛̛̛̀͘̕͘̕̕͢͟͟͟͟͜͟͢͠͡͝͝͞͡r̴̢҉̴̸̸̸̢̡̢̧̛͜͞҉̵̴̡̧̨̀̀́͜͜͢͡͝͝͝͝͡҉̀͞҉̶̵̶̡͞͞҉̵̵̢̕͠͝͞o҉̵̷̵̵̴̶̶̶̴̸̢̢̛̛̀́́͢͢͢͠͝͝͞͝͡͝͠͝҉̶̷̴̸̴̨̧̀́̀̕͘͜͟͢͢͝͞͡ờ̴̴̶̷̶̵̶̷̵̢̡̨̧̡̧̢̢̢̧̛̛̛̀́́̀̕̕̕͘͘̕͜͢͟͟͟͢͜͟͟͢͞͝͠͞͡҉ḱ̴̷̶̷̷̢̛͟͞͞҉҉̸̶̨̕͠҉̷̴̵̵̷̸̴̶̵̧̧̡̢̡̡̡̧̛̀͘͟͜͜͟͞͡͠͞͞͞͠l̶̴̴̶̴̶̸̸̡̨̢̧̨̧̛̛̛̛̀̕̕̕͘͘͢͟͢͜͢͟͡͡͡͠͞͡͡҉̸̡̡̀̕͠͝҉̸̷̡́ý̸̶̷̷̴̷̵̸̶̷̶̧̢̧̡̧̨̧̨̨̨̨̨̧̨̛̛́́̀́̕̕͘͘̕͘͢͢͟͜͢͟͝͡͠͠͠͞ǹ̸̶̴̨̡̛̕̕͠͞͡҉̸̶̵̸̸̢̡̛́̀̕҉̷̶̢̨̢̧̧̢̨̡̛̛́̀̀͟͜͜͞͞͠͡͝͠͡ ̷̧̢̡͜͢҉̷̴̶̴̵̴̴̷̷̶̴̨̢̡̨̧̡̢̛́̀̀̀͘̕͘͘̕͢͜͟͡͞͝҉̢̛̕̕͢͠͝͡T̵̵̶̵̷̴̸̴̴̵̡̢̨̨̢̢̢̧̢̢̛̛̛́́̀̀͘͘͘̕̕͘͟͢͜͜͢͟͞͠͝͡͝͡͞͝͞͡͝e̶̴̷̶̡̨͜͢҉̵̡̡̨̛̀̀͢͟͡҉̀̀҉̶̸̨̧̧́́́͘͘͘͢͠҉̴̸̸͞҉̸̸̴̀̕͞҉͢c̵̷̢̧̛̀͢͟͢͞͝҉̷̷̢҉̵̶̸̸̸̴̢̢̢̢̡̨̡̡̧̛̛̀̀̀̕̕̕͟͜͟͢͠͞͞͠͝͡͞h̷̸̴̵̵̨̨̢̛̛̛͘͞͠҉̸̸̷̴̨̛͟҉̸̷̵̵̶̵̸̴̷̵̴̧̧̨̧̨́̀͟͢͢͝͝͠͡͝͠ǹ̵̶̶̵̵̷̷̷̴̸̶̷̶̢̨̨̡̧̨̧̢̡̢̨̢̛̛̛́́̕̕̕̕̕̕͘͢͜͢͟͢͟͟͢͠͝͡͝í̴̸̸̶̶̸̶̴̷̷̸̷̷̧̢̨̨̧̧̨̡̛̛̛̛̛̀͘̕͘̕͘̕͜͟͟͢͜͜͜͟͞͡͡͡͠͠͡͞c̴̵̶̶̷̷̷̡̧̢̨̡̡̢̧̨̢̧̨̛̀̀̀́͘͘̕̕̕͟͜͢͢͜͟͜͜͜͢͟͟͢͠͝͡͝͠͡͠҉à̷̷̵̴̡̡̢́̀͘͘̕͞͡͡͡͝͡҉̸̡̢͘͝҉̵̶̵̸̴̨̢̧̢̛̀̀͘͘͘͢͠͠͞҉̶̛͠͝l̷̷̸̷̢̧̧̛̛̕͜͢͝͞͠͠҉̶̵̵̶̢̧̧̢̧̛́̕͘͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͜͟͢͟͡҉̵̶̡́̀͝ ̵̷̵̴̴̴̷̸̸̵̡̨̨̡̡̨̡̨̧̛̛̀́́̕̕̕͘̕͟͟͢͢͜͢͞͠͡͝͠҉̵̡̢̨̡̕͘͢͠H̵̶̡͜͜͜҉̶̷̨̡̡̛́́͘̕͘͟͢͢͡͠͠͞͝͠҉̷̴̸̴̡̢̢̀́̕̕̕̕̕͘̕̕͢͠͝͡͞ì̵̵̶̧̧̧̛͘͟͟҉̷̴̴̵̢̨̧̨̡̧̡̨̧̛̀́̀̕̕͘͢͝͡͡͞҉̴̵̶̵̨̨̀̕͢͞͝͠ǵ̴̵̷̵̡̢̢̛̀̕͢͜͜͝͡͠͞͡͠҉̶̷̸̷̸̡̢̨̡̨̢̧̛̛̛̀̕̕̕͘͢͢͟͟͟͝͠͠͠h̵̸̶̢̧̀͘͜͝͝͝҉̴҉̷̢̛̛̀̀̀͘͘̕͢͜͞͞͡͝͠҉̶̷̶̧̢̨̡́̀̀̀͘͟͜͢͝͠͝ ̶̨̡̢̧̕͝҉̶̷̸̶̵̵̷̷̶̵̶̡̢̧̡̢̢̨̧̢̛̀̀́̀̀̕͘̕͢͢͟͜͜͜͜͢͞͝͝͡͡Ş̸̸̷̷̴̴̷̴̷̴̸̨̧̨̧̢̧̧̨̢̨̢̨̧̛̛̛̛̛́̀̀́̕̕͟͟͢͟͟͟͢͞͡͝͠͝͠͝c̴̴̸̷̶̴̴̶̶̴̡̢̢̨̧̡̧̨̡̛̛̛̀̀́̀́́̕̕̕͘̕͢͢͢͟͜͞͝͞͝͝͠͠͞͠͞͡͞ḩ̷̴̸̴̷̸̷̴̸̷̨̡̢̕͘͜͟͜͟͝͠҉̴̶̶̵̷̶̡̨̡̨̧̛̛́̀̕͘̕͘͟͜͢͜͡͡͝͝ó̴̶̵̷̷̸̵̷̸̴̶̷̡̨̧̡̡̢̢̧̡̡̧̨́́̕̕͘͘͜͜͢͢͢͢͟͜͠͞͝͡͝͠͝͡͞͠͝ǫ̵̴́́̕̕͢͟͢͝͠͝͞͞҉̷̢́͘͢͢҉̵̸̴̸̷̴̡̧̨̛̛̀̀͟͟͜͢͝͠͞͞͡҉́̕͘͝l̶̷̶̶̷̷̴̴̡̧̨̢̨̡̢̨̛̛̀̀́̕͘̕͘̕̕͘͘͘͟͜͢͟͜͜͢͜͟͠͠͡͠͡͡͞͞͝,burnt down...and e-even though I'm a s-senior, I know n-nothing about this s-school."

I look back up at the class and they seem to be pretty bored already.

"A-Anyway!"

'Jesus...will you stop rambling!?'

I unroll my poster. It has a black background with my name on top in white and teal calligraphy. Most of my poster was based on the aesthetic of black and teal anyway. Below it are sections about my family, Ms. Avery, hobbies, and more.

"I a-am 17 years old a-and my birthday is on F-February 20th."

"O-One of my favorite h-hobbies is singing or a-acting. I j-just love being i-in someone else's s-shoes sometimes. S-Singing helps me v-vent when I'm u-upset and i-it helps me keep in t-touch with my e-emotions. Something e-else I like to do is d-drawing or painting. A-Although, I'm not s-sure how good I a-actually am at it..."

I shake and stutter. I avoid eye contact with the audience as I fidget my fingers. With a shaky breath, I continue on.

"When I'm older, I-I want to be s-somewhere in the A-Arts Field such as a s-songwriter or an a-artist."

"I-I currently live with a n-neighbor, Ms. Avery. S-She takes care of me a-and is now my g-guardian."

"Where are your parents?" A monster from the back interrupts me.

"T-They...um..." I stutter uncomfortably. Teardrops form in my eyes as my vision becomes blurry. I sniffle a little as I wipe my tears away with my flannel.

"They...t-they passed away..."

I cover my face with my hands and try to dry my tears.

'Gosh, you're embarrassing!'

"T-they were in a car crash...3 y-years ago...I was w-with them...we were g-going to Ǹ҉̸̸̶̴̷̴̸̴̸̸̡̢̢̨̡̢̡̨̡̨̧̢̛̛̛́̀́́̕̕͟͢͝͠͞͞͠͡͞͠͡҉̴̧͘͜͜ò̵̷̵́̕̕҉̴̵̸̷̷̶̵̧̨̨̧̛̛̀́̕͘͘͜͢͟͟͟͠͠͡͡҉̷̸̶̴̷̵̧̛́̕͘͢͞͡ŕ̴̵̵̶̴̶̸̶̵̢̨̨̧̢̡̀͘͢͟͝҉̸̴̸̷̴̨̡̡̧̢̡̡̨́͘͟͢͜͜͢͟͝͝͠͝͞͡͠t̵̸̡͜͢҉̧͢͡҉̷̷̴̴̷̷̵̵̸̶̨̢̡̢̛̛́́͘͘̕͟͜͜͟͜͢͟͜͜͠͝͞͠͝͞͞͠҉͜h̸̶̶̷̶̵̷̶̨̛̀́́͘͜͜͞͠҉̧̡́̀͘͢͞҉̶̷̷̵̨̨̧̧́́͢͜͡͞͠҉̵̵́̀̕͜҉ ̸̵̸̸̡̀́́͘͟͝͝͝͠҉̛҉̵̵̶̵̸̸̴̴̴̢̧̧̨̛̛̛̀̀͘̕̕͟͢͢͟͟͜͝͡͞͝͠͞Ẃ̴̴̶̴̴̵̴̷̷̢̢̢̡̡̧̛́́̀̀͘͢͢͟͢͟͜͟͞͡͞͠͞͠҉̶̸̴̶̸̡̨̛́́͘͢͟͜ờ̴̴̶̵̵̷̸̶̷̵̡̧̡̧̛̀̀̀́̕̕͘̕͘̕͢͢͢͟͟͟͟͟͢͢͟͜͡͠͞͞͝͡͠͝҉̛́ǫ̵̷̡̡̧̧̧̡̧̨̕͜͞͞͡͠͞͠͡͡͞͡҉̨̛͘̕͘҉͜҉̢͜҉̛͠͡҉̷̵̵̢̧̛̛́̀̀͝d̷̴̷̷̷̷̵̸̴̴̷̷̸̷̸̷̴̡̨̧̢̨̡̨̛̀̀̀̕͘͘͘͘͘͘̕͟͟͟͠͞͝͡͠͠҉̷̶͟͟s̕͠҉̀҉̵̵̵̸̴̵̸̴̵̷̴̴̴̢̢̧̨̧̧̛̀̀̀̕͘̕̕̕͟͟͢͢͢͜͢͢͢͠͝͝͠͞͞͠ on a r-road trip...but a storm came..."

"...my d-dad crashed the car and they both d-didn't...survive..."

"...but I did.."

The memories come back to haunt me.

"I wish I didn't..."

I look up with teary eyes. The room is silent and everyone is still.

"I-I'm done...May I be e-excused to the b-bathroom?"

Dr. Gaster looks in shock but nods anyway.

I roll up my poster, place it in front of his desk, and walk out the door. I shuffle to the bathroom, go into the largest stall, and lock myself in.

I sit down on the floor and hug my knees, burying my face into my hands. I cry into my hands without making a sound. Tears just stream down my face but I am struggling to make an expression. I just feel EMPTY.

~A/N~
Does this count as a sad chapter? Well ummm oops XD

Welp, thanks for reading and I hope you have a great rest of the day/night!

Word count: 1301 words (including A/N)

*nopes out*