《The death ( Reapertale Fanfiction )》Chapter 2 - Bitch
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Sans pov
" Sans , woke up ! We need to go to school NOW ! " Papyrus shout loud and clear , i groan and rub my eye socket . Took a bath , i wear on a new clothes which is the same one . Yawned , i saw Papyrus and a dinasour lady is talking to him ? The lady is yellow and got a rough skin , she look shy .
" P-Papyrus , who that ? " she whisper , i sigh and walk out the house like floating cuz my clothes is too long for me .
" Where are you going Sans !? " Papyrus shout
" Heh , school " i smile and teleport there , well ... i am lazy to walk so why not ? Beyond the school for god and angel , it was very expensive here to study for . But my dad , which is W.D Gaster . The God of magic force me to , Papyrus is just too fine for that . I sigh and too a first step , the floor is decorate with green nice grass . But soon they turned to dead , beautiful green grass has turned into lifeless brown grass . Make a crunching sound of the dry grass .
" Death ! Stop your feet now ! " a alert sound shout loud and clear , rush in front of me . Taking a small notebook and a blue pen and scanning me like a weirdo .
" what do you need , Miss Undyne ? " i look at her , she tall . Ah , fish lady appear again . She is annoying and weird for me . Everyone call her as the God of war , well ... that suit her . She is acting like a boy through , Tomboy ? She loud and acting like a boss around here , i don't know why the stupid teacher would make her as a high class student here ?
" look at your path you make , Death " she calling me Death since we were young , always find my trouble and shout at me like i wanted to . I groan and sigh
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" Miss , i already told you it not my fault ! How could i make those freaking grass live again ?! " i shout at her , well ... Dunked on ! She tapping me with her pen , shout back even loud
" WELL , I KNOW YOU CAN ! DON'T YOU THINK THAT YOU SHOULD LET THE POOR LITTLE GRASS GET LIVING ON ?! " she groan and make a angry bird face to me . I sigh and slap my head
" that waste time Idiot " i whisper , she slap me using her notebook and shout . Making everyone stop their feet and look at the good show she made .
" what do you said just now ... Death ? " she lower down her voice and make a face to me , i glare at her . But obey it , i hate her .
" fine , step back Fish lady ! " i look at her , she made a victory pose and step back . Well ... life is suck . I took out my clock , i got many clock inside my pocket . Each time is different meaning . I took out one of the clock that signed in a word 'Time live' . It was green and sparkling with silver light . I throw the clock up the air and it lighted up in a green light .
" Please bring back the life of the poor grass that i step on it ... " i whisper to the clock , it vanish and the path of dead grass turn back again as their beautiful life green color . The fish lady smile and make a fishy face . Well , bitch . I hate her .
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