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You sat slouched on the city bus on you way to college for your first year. You were starting a little late at age 30, but it didn’t really matter. your sister's funeral was two days ago. You had never really had a good relationship with her. She had always picked on you when you were little. You loved her, she didn’t love you back. It was simple, but now she was dead. You wanted people to feel happy and good. You knew even the smallest things could make people feel loved and worth it. Maybe that is why you felt compelled to pull out you brand new pack of sticky notes and write a few words on it…

Time can wear out even the best of us,
You just gotta remember that you're stronger than someone who lost to it.
Even thought that clock ticks forward, just like your life, you're mind can get stuck in the past.
It’s worth it.
You're worth it.

-a stranger wishing you a good day.

 

As you wrote that note you felt warm inside. You tore the paper off and pressed the sticky part onto the window in the back seat of the bus where you were sitting. You immediately felt better as you got off at stone light apartment complex. You didn’t want a dorm. You wanted to have the freedom that you had after you had graduated from art school. You also didn’t want to end up with a roommate who was smarter than you. You felt intimidated by people who were smart.
You had recently took a flight to ebott city, the main home of monster. You originally went to art school, but you weren’t earning enough money. your sister's will had left some money for you telling you to go to college. So you decided to become a physicist. Why? Because you were good at math and science, and the pay was good. You also heard that the new physics teacher that was a monster was really good and odd at the same time. You figured you would be set for a good life if he was as good at his job as people say. You also heard that he works at the new laboratory king asgore set up. You thought this guy would be a pretty cool dude.
You walked into your new apartment and looked around. You were glad it was not as bad as your last one. You set your stuff in the place you chose as you're room. The moving van would be coming soon. You planned to stay in ebott city and settle in for a (hopefully) comfortable life. Only problem was classes started up immediately tomorrow. You would have to get up early.
your alarm clock on your phone exploded into an array of annoying sounds. You cursed at yourself for making the ringtone ‘the chicken dance’. You got dressed and headed downtown to grab a coffee before you had to rush to school.

You stepped into the classroom and sat down at a seat. You looked around at you're fellow classmates. Only a few of them were monsters and the rest were human. You looked up at the chalkboard, waiting for the professor to come into the room.

After a while, a extremely short skeleton walked into the room. Visible eye bags sat under his wide eye sockets that housed glowing white pupils. His face held grin on it, and you could see he had a blue hoodie under his lab coat, whitch wasn’t buttoned all the way up. You're first urge was to get up and tell this student that he should get some sleep before the first day of school, but then you realized that he was the teacher. The tap of his shoes rung through the quiet room and he walked up to the chalkboard.

“Welcome to physics” he said nonchalantly, pulling his hands out of his pockets to grab a piece of chalk. “I am professor S.S Gaster, or Sans, Serif Gaster.” he said as he wrote it on the chalkboard. “I would be mildly concerned if you had any questions about that.”

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You were surprised to find your hand shoot into the air.
“Professor Gaster, why do you have a fonts in your name?” you asked. As soon as you addressed him as gaster, and not S.S gaster he visibly flinched. He then let out a small chuckle.
“Actually there are two fonts in my name. And please, professor sans” the class looked at him in a confused matter. He chuckled again. “They are ‘sans serif’ and if you remove the ‘g’ from my last name you get aster, which is also a font.” he explained. “I also would not appreciate it if you called me professor ASSter.”

The whole class laughed including you. Man this guy was good.
“Easy folks, huh?” he said. “Well do worry. In my class you will always get a daily dose of puns.” as the laughter died down he switched back to serious mode. Well, as serious as you can get with a permanent smile plastered on your face.

“Ok, so I have a few rules. Always make sure your essays are turned in with proper grammar and PUNctuation. I don't care if you write it in all lower case, or all uppercase, or half in half. Please no harming each other in my class. I don’t think they would aPUNciate that.” he said, looking at the boys sitting in the back who were obviously going to be the bullies.”I also accept no excuses for missing work. I don’t care if your dog ate it, or someone PUNted it into the ocean. You don’t have it, you don't have it. That's the way it works.”

I'm a moment of brilliance an amazing thing to say popped into your head. You shot your hand up like a bullet.
“Yes?” he said.
“Sir, are you going to punish me for something i didn’t do?” you said. The professor looked at you and narrowed his eyes.
“No, i will not PUNish you for something you didn’t do, unless it’s your homework.”
Darn it he was good. You were going to say ‘good! Because then i don't have to do my homework.’ but he had beat you to it.
Now all he had to do was teach you good and you could make you're sister proud even if she hated you.

You just smiled and laughed. The rest of the class joined in.

 

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this was one of the happiest days of your life.