Last Minute Guests
// Authors Note: Am I actually getting out another chapter in ONE day? I am impressed! Well, that is, if I complete it before the day is over. Anyways, I am sure a lot of you are already awaiting the other Sanses to show up that I brought up chapters ago. So, to prove that was not a random ass set of lines; Prepare for trouble, and make it double- wait...uh... *Counts them again.* Well shit- //
After reaching class, Sandra walks over to her desk, sitting down in her seat. Mister Aizawa was sure to be late, of course, but not so much so to where it interrupted the schedule. After she takes the moment to sit down, Mina was crowding around her desk with sparkles in her golden eyes.
"Oh. My. Goodness. Look at your hair! It is so cute!! What brand of Scrunchie is it??!" Mina was bouncing up and down in place with her arms close to her chest. She asks if she can look at the tag on the object, to which Sandra nodded. "What's 'Mettaton Int.' ? "
"Oh, right, I didn't tell you. This is is from one of my friends who used to have their own brand. Sorry, I should have said something sooner." Sans laughs a little before pulling her hair tighter to her head.
"One of your friends used to have a brand?" Mina was getting even more excited. "Do they have pink?? Maybe I can buy a few!"
"I am afraid that he no longer has the brand. But yes, they came in pink. He was all about pink black and gray. I guess you can say it practically made up his entire being. How about this, pal; I can give you one of my pink ones. I am sure I will never get around to using all of them."
"Yes please!"
"Alright class. Sit down, or you will get points docked from your scores during the Sports Festival." Aizawa dully stated as he was walking through the door. He closes it behind him, aware most of the students were scurrying back to their own seats. As soon as he set up his folder, he took notice that all of the students had went back to their seats. "Good enough, for now."
Before the teacher could go on to say anything else, there was a loud clap of thunder outside, as well as the blinding shine of lightening. A vortex forms from the clouds, which were quickly turning gray despite their pure white color just seconds before.
All of the class stays seated, but they look out the window, intrigued. Most of them tried to keep their attention on their teacher, however, all attention was soon lost when lighting struck the window. Glass shattered, and a whole bunch of screams were heard before several forms came falling through the ceiling.
With how short the distance was from the floor of the class to the ceiling of it, Sandra didn't have time to move or even consider teleportation before she was promptly landed on by at least five people.
"Get your stinky feet out of my face, Error!" came a voice, before another one pipes up from under them, heaving a bit from the weight over their body.
"This is your fault, Horror. I told you not to interfere with the process of opening portals. Ever since Ink closed them off, I have to open them a more delicate way." The voice glitched and played several words over right after they had been finished, as if it were some kind of skipping disk.
"If you all don't shut the hell up, I am going to lock you all out of the fucking house when we get out of this mess." Another voice grumbled out before they all stop arguing with each other, looking around the room awkwardly. "Horror, when we get out of this mess, you and I are going to have a word-"
Aizawa was staring at them in a stunned stupor, but nevertheless, he summoned up his scarf, and starts to walk toward the group, ready to attack, if need be. All of the students were automatically getting into various defensive stances, ready to defend themselves, and to remove Sandra from the bottom of the heap.
Just before anyone could move, Sandra teleport out from under them, sending them to shift again, and hit the floor with several unpleasant thuds. "Wait, teach! I know these guys, they won't do any harm, I promise!" Sandra puts up her arms in a defensive manner in front of the group, which made many of her classmates back off. Noting Sandra's urgency, the teacher also backs up, keeping his quirk active.
Sandra looks to the group of ... girls. She was taken aback. She knew when she saw her friends, and what might as well be considered her 'children' in some cases. Seeing as they were all created from an event she had triggered, they were all different versions of her.
Sandra looks to them, stunned, and in near-disbelief. "Nightmare? Horror?" She looks at one girl with darker skin, long jet-black hair highlighted with a shade of blue, blackened clothing, and black tentacles stick out of back, waving around in several areas. The other had medium, scruffy hair with a large red area of the skull caved in a bit. The girls hair was reddened around that area. One of her eyes was missing, the other one stained blood red.
Looking to the other girls that had fallen through the portal, she took time to note that it was Error, Dust, and Killer. Error had brown skin, lighter than Nightmare's. 'Her' eyes were their typical white, red, yellow, and blue shades. The girls hair was black with a blue ombre, and blue leaked from her eyes down her cheeks like a tattoo. Dust wore the typical hood over 'her' head, and had the same eyes. Clothes covered in the dust of the other monsters as they were always going to be. Killer was last, compared to the others, Killer was fairly petite, though not that much smaller. "Dust... Error... Killer too?" Looking over, she spots Cross, who just lay there staring in confusion, relief, and worry. "Cross?"
All of them looked at her, before they came to the realization of who it was. No matter how Sans looked, no one ever said their names with such care, and worry. Not even people that they were related to, unless it was Fresh and Geno you were talking about for Error.
// Authors Note: Now, this is where quite a few of you will get confused, because we all know that just because you read one of an authors fictions, it does not mean you have read them all. The relationship between Sandra and the 'Bad Sanses' will be explained later on. As well as the non-canonical basing of Fresh and Geno. //
"You know these clowns?" Bakugou asked as he walks up to them a little bit. "What the hell are they doing here? I am still tempted to clobber them, mainly for being annoying." Bakugo mentioned, bringing up his hand and forming an explosion in it before baring his teeth in the typical exaggerated manner.
Error was the first one up, eyes reddened before the word 'Error' glitches over her skin repetitively. She balls up a fist, and shake it at him in quickly-formed annoyance. "Is that so, urchin-hair? I'll show you how annoying I can be when I shove my shoe so far up your ass that your face will turn pur-" blue starts to glow from the girls yellow fingertips.
Nightmare looks to Error in alarm before quickly wrapping the tentacles over her mouth.
"That's enough Error, we will talk about this later."
Kirishima, meanwhile, was holding Bakugo back, the blonde spitting out a huge line of profanities while trying to escape the others grasp. "I'm going to fucking rip this girl a new fucking-"
"Classic, is that really you?" Killer asked from the center of the group, before walking closer to Sandra, who looks at the others, still in disbelief. However, she nodded, and looks down to the other. Killer sighed in relief, before going to hug the girl. "Thank god, we have been looking for you everywhere! It's been four years!"
Most of the classmates paused. Looking for her? Are they implying that she has been missing?
Sandra felt her nervous system spike in alarm, knowing that the classmates around her were starting to both get worried and question her presence there. She then took to wave to the 'guests' in hopes of getting them to calm down.
"Guys you dropped in at a bad time. We have a Sports Festival to attend. I will explain EVERYTHING to you when they are done, okay?" Sandra waved her hands around, hoping that the others would take the hint. Horror went to go and question something, before Nightmare slapped a hand over the other girls mouth.
"Gotcha."
Turning to the crowd of confused students, and the defensive teacher, the goop-covered girl sighed, before leaning to stand up right. "Sorry for all of that, I am Nightmare, and these are my friends and siblings Error, Killer, Horror, Cross, and Dust." She greets all of them, most of the students stared in confusion. Several of the others wave in greeting to let them know she was heard.
All of the girls stood where they had fallen into the class, for the most part, mainly crowding around Sans to see if she was okay. As if they hadn't seen her for eons and had a reason to panic. Aizawa and a few of the students took notice of this.
"Sandra, we cannot afford to waste any more time. If your friends don't have anywhere to stay, it is safe to assume they were brought here by a quirk mishap. They will be coming with us to the Sports Festival and will stay with another teacher and the rest of the class until we can work something out. I explain you have a decent explanation for this?"
The question was more of an expectation. However, no one pressured for anymore information. All of the new guests crowded around Sandra, but kept quiet, and stood still. Whereas to make sure Sans didn't get into any trouble. They already knew well they should also keep their lips buttoned.
Sans sighed to herself, rubbing at her head.
Oh god she was going to have a lot of shit to explain. She better leave the part where she got battered a few days ago out of the mix, otherwise all of them were going to head out and seek some good 'ol revenge.
'To the person, source, or entity that has thrown me into this world haphazardly, I would love to proudly announce that I am not thrilled with this development. Even if I am happy to see them.' Sans thought to herself, before rubbing at one of her temples.
'Goddammit.'
// To Be Continued //