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Private/Closed Deltarune, New Adventure: Chapter One

Pro Hero Dekiru

Previously Battle Legend G.K.
"Ferris! Wake up! We're going to be late for school!"

Ferris groggily got up, reluctantly stepping out of his warm, cozy bed. He decided not to fix it today. Rubbing the sleep out of his red eyes, he walked out of his room, and into the bathroom. After... uh... "using the facilities", he washed up, and stepped outside.
"If we hurry, we might make it," exclaimed his "parent".
He got into the goat-monster's car, and they drove off.
"You know, your brother will be here in a week," Toriel said, causing Ferris to perk up. He still said nothing in reply.
"However, after the excitement of university, I wonder if he'll enjoy coming back to this small town."
Ferris looked out the window, gazing out across the town he called home.
The car pulled into the school parking lot, and Ferris walked inside the school.
After hugging his guardian, Ferris walked down the quiet hallway. He looked through a door window, where a yellow blob appeared to be teaching several bored-looking blobs.
Damn, guess he was late.
He stepped through the door, and his teacher noticed him.
"F-Ferris! W-we thought you weren't coming t-today. W-well, we're d-doing group projects t-this month. Go f-find a group of f-five."
 
"Victor, come on little brother, you don't want to be late for school!" A female voice called from outside of Victor's room. "Yes I do!" Victor called back as he tried to get up, he took off his covers to reveal some smart looking short sleeved pajamas. His bedroom door was opened slightly which would explain how he heard his big sister's voice so clearly. It opened up slightly wider to reveal a ginger cat walk into the room and went to nuzzle Victor. "Hey Simba. As you can already tell, I'm awake, so no wake up scratches from you, young man." Victor said with a tired yet smug look as the cat simply continued to purr and nuzzle him until Victor got up and got dressed. Afterward, he walked out of his room and downstairs to find a woman of similar resemblance to him making bacon and eggs, the woman was clearly older than Victor, but nowhere near enough to be his mother. "Hey Valerie." Victor said as he sat down informally at the table.

"Well well. And here you said you wanted to be late for school." Valerie said with a smug look as she gave Victor his breakfast. "I just didn't feel like having the signature wake up scratch." Victor said in between bites of his breakfast, Valerie laughed lightly at her little brother's comment and walked up to hug him from behind. "Awww, don't worry little brother. I understand, who wouldn't want to see your pretty little face?" She asked rhetorically almost baby talking him which caused him to laugh lightly. "Val, cut it out." Victor said mid laughter before he returned to eat the last of his breakfast. Once breakfast was done, Victor grabbed his bag and waved his sister off. "Have a nice day, little brother!" She said as she waved. "No promises!" Victor responded as he grabbed a skateboard, stepped on it and skateboarded his way to school.

Once at school, Victor looked around to see who else was late... but slowly got bored of it and decided to reluctantly go to class. He didn't bother to say hello to anyone or even tell the teacher why he was late... because she likely already knew as it wasn't the first time he overslept. Once he sat at his desk, he informally put his feet up on the table, much to the teacher's annoyance and protests.
 
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It was morning in the Bolbian household, and Beth’s parents had not successfully managed to care enough to tell her it was time for school, so she was likely going to be late again. As per usual. She wasn’t complaining. On the door to her room, an ornate wooden sign with ‘Elizabeth’ written into it hung, the letters having clearly been painted over by some dark purple liquid spelling ‘Keep Out’. That same door quickly slammed open, the only sound louder than the slam of the door being the ear-burstingly loud rock music that was blasting from inside the dark, cave-like room. Beth slunk out onto the hallway of the upstairs floor from the shadow of the doorframe, looking around silently before blowing a gust of air from her mouth, pushing the hair that covered her right eye a little further to the side. Another terrible day of stupid school. Beth figured she already knew everything she needed to know to survive in the world, and anything that dumbass teacher could tell her wasn’t worth her time. Already dressed by the time she had emerged from her ‘cave’ apart from her lack of footwear, she slipped her hands deep into the pockets of her overly baggy hoodie, slinking along the clean and well organised upper floor in a rather... begrudging manner for somebody heading around the house in which they themselves lived.

She made her way down the stairs, stopping near the doormat to glance down through a separate door, her eyes latching onto the dining room from through the living room, where her parents sat at the table eating breakfast. They did not bother asking her if she wanted any, in fact didn’t notice her leave at all, obviously completely engrossed in whatever stupid topic they were talking about. Beth was okay with this, because had they asked her to come for breakfast, she knew she wouldn’t have gone anyway. She picked up her boots from the side of the door, putting them on and heading outside, closing the door behind her as she began her usual trek of a walk to school.

By the time she finally reached the school, Beth noticed that she was not the only one heading into class late, lurking around on the hallway, just out of view of the classroom door. She intended to arrive ‘Fashionably late’, as she would describe it, even if she had to fake not being there for a bit. She had an image to uphold.
 
"Dawn!, Hurry up or you're going to be late for school." Her mother shouted. Dawn sighed as she started getting ready and ran out of her bedroom and brushed her teeth and ran out the door. As soon as she got outside her stomach groaned, she knew if she went back inside the house an ate breakfast she would be late so she just decided to suck it up and get on her bicycle and hurry on to school. "Why does school have to be so far away." She complained.

After traveling a pretty long way, she finally made it to school. She locked her bike and quickly ran to her class when she got to her class she opened the door and the teacher said that they had to be in groups of 5 for a project. She sighed and went to go look for a partner.
 
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