A/n: Pinksterz...💕 I am embarrassed to say that most of you guyz liked the oneshot about a fragment of my life. One of you even asked to make a part two of 'Rose of The Walls', and I gotta say, I'm really flattered and a bit unsure at the same time.

Why are you guyz suddenly interested in my life?! It's not like there's a part two about what happened to me anyways... THERE IS!

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present Rose of The Walls 2. Enjoy!

This oneshot is specially requested by my pinkster💕 friend, aly_the_wolf . They requested this to me right in the middle of watching the premiere of Glitchtale Season 2 Episode 8: Animosity! I'm really truly sorry for this to come out very late, but thank goodness, I've done it!

Hope you guyz enjoy!

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Visibly inside the classroom, she tried her best to hide her flustered face behind her two fairly pale-toned hands. She couldn't help but tremble at the decision her classmates had made, their words repeating over and over, like a broken stereo inside her frightened mind.

"Sans and Frisk will have to work together to make up the Art Exhibit."

Why! What did she do to deserve such terrible fate? Everything's unfair!

Their class will be putting up a mini fair in their classroom, gathering three booths to make an unforgettable experience, dividing the class into three; those for Herbal Medicine, Table Napkin Folding, and lastly, Art Exhibit.

For some unusually dud reason, only the Art Exhibit team consisted of only two members, while the rest were included in the other two, leaving her and her longtime crush to make things work.

To other girls who admire the skeleton, it would be a dream come true to do things like planning, setting up, or just plain being near with him. But to her? A total nightmarish panic attack breakdown, especially since she couldn't seem to forget what happened and the last thing he said right after that Career Fashion Show.

She felt very uncomfortable nowadays, the same with the skeleton who couldn't seem to process the class' decision properly, the hollow insides of his skull now malfunctioning.

And believe me when I say, there'll be no way those two would agree to talk for the sake of the exhibit.

And this day... proved me right.

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It was already half past three in the afternoon, and even until now, not a single one from the two even dared to budge, not even when the whole class already plotted out their decisions. But as Frisk noticed the time of dismissal getting nearer with each tick and tock every second passed gave, she couldn't help but wake up to reality, knowing she must do something. Especially when tomorrow will be the showcasing of the exhibits!

Come on, Frisk! This is no time to be shy and just talk to him! For your grades...

She took a step forward towards his seat, and just as she was about to take another step, she couldn't help but sprint back to her seat in shame.

"I can't do it! Ican'tdoit, Ican'tdoit, I, can't, do, it!? Gaah!" she squealed, burying her face in her cupped hands as she did. Peaking from beneath the tiny gaps her fingers gave out, her golden gaze landed on the clean sheet of paper on her wooden desk. At the sight of it, an idea struck her hard.

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"Hey, Sans?" a voice asked, making him look back at his goat friend, Asriel, his piercing emerald green eyes shooting right back at his pearl white pinpricks. He hummed in acknowledgement, his language of casually saying, "What?"

"Some girl told me to give you this." He said, handing him a folded-out piece of paper, in which the skeleton lazily accepted.

"Who?" he groaned, eyeing the paper in an irked way.

Asriel just shrugged, "'Don't know. Must be a fan." Probably another love letter. Can't these girls just stop ruining his afternoon naps? It's not like he's interested in love anyways. What came next, however, proved him wrong of his point.

He almost dropped the said paper as soon as it revealed what was inside... and who sent it. Thankfully, he easily managed to stop a familiar blue hue from escaping through his ivory features. He carefully reads the beautifully written purple-inked note on clean white paper, trying hard not to explode.

Umm... Sans. Hi, it's me, Frisk! Though I know you don't recognize or know who I am, I'm your Art Exhibit partner.

Not know her? My goodness, of course he knew! He felt as if he knew her far too long, he knew her better. She was a rose after all! His rose.

Shrugging off the subject, he continued to read.

I know this might sound so sudden, but please hear me out! I've got an idea for the exhibit that I wanted to share to you...

The plot continued on, the skeleton couldn't help but frown right after, seeing she seemed to be eager to do all the work herself, suggesting she would be finishing it off his plate. He felt ashamed, knowing he couldn't do anything to help her in a way. So he wrote back, passing the letter to Asriel, for the fricking fact that he didn't have the courage to give it to her himself.

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She was extraordinarily surprised he even bothered to send her a reply, much to her astonishment.

'And who would be the one bringing the stuff?  –Sans-'

She sighed, glancing at Asriel with an apologetically nervous smile, knowing she'd be using him to send back her reply. She quickly went back, jolting down her retort.

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'It's fine. I'll be the one handling this, so you don't have to worry.'

He fumed, clearly annoyed by her answer. He had to help in some way!

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"Do you guys happen to know each other? You seemed close." The goat boy finally asked out of curiosity as he handed her the paper. She just shrugged in answer.

"I know him, but he doesn't."

"Sad." He huffed, earning an eye roll from the brunette as she began to read.

'Don't over-exert yourself, Frisk! I'll be the one making the banner. How hard can that be? ;D'

The wink emoticon he used really caught her off guard, red roses threatening to bloom on her fairly pale-toned complexion. She just smiled at how caring he suddenly sounded through his words. Was it possible he...

She looked up to see the skeleton in question appear right in front of her, his pinpricks not daring to look at her, as he extended an arm to hand her, yet, another piece of paper. Eyeing it in wonder, she gently took it and red.

'Whether ya like it or not, I'm still gonna do it.'

She sighed, struggling to hide her flustered state, knowing there won't be a way for her to fling him away now.

"O-okay..." she managed to squeak out, "T-tomorrow then?"
"Yeah." He beamed, "Tomorrow."

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The white-coated walls of the classroom was craftily decorated with two colorfully different banners, representing two out of three student-manned booths. Everyone was busy setting up every detail, all worked hard to plan on.

While all were almost finished of their works with satisfied smiles, the third of the groups, however, was still difficult at task, with only her for their booth to count on. She was hanging up geometrical paintings of sorts, made especially by their class, and was careful not to create a single incorrection, for fear she might do everything all by herself. Again.

Where is he? She thought.

Why would she even expect for him to come anyways? He doesn't know her, and neither would he even care about it, so she continued, concentrated on her task.

Sighing deeply as she finished rearranging a once slightly tilted artwork, she gazed over at Asriel, who was quietly hanging up the curtain the Art Exhibit team will be using as decoration on the wall.

At least someone here's helping. (Frans shippers be like: WTF?! This is Frans not Frasriel, ya drick head!)

The emerald-eyed goat boy has been helping the girl out during his free time, assuming that she was also his best friend's companion. Thanks to him, the Art Exhibit booth has never been nicer, but something and someone's missing.

"Class, please head to your own stations, for we will be commencing the beginning of the exhibit." The teacher pronounced, the students sending cheers and good lucks as they head to their places. She gulped at their teacher's announcement, looking frantically at her wristwatch in panic.

Just as she was about to tell their teacher the problem she's in, speak of the amalgamate, he has finally arrive, ironically speaking, on time. Panting as he halted his sprinting pace, he handed her an orange rolled-up banner, his other hand on his knee as he tried to catch his fleeing breath.

Frisk scrunched her nose in annoyance. Never, I mean, never had she been irritated for someone being late in her life. She mindlessly sent him an ice-breaking glare, catching him off guard.

"What?" He gasped.

"What do you mean 'what'?"

"I don't know... the fact that ya're giving me a look that only girls do whenever their boyfriend's late for their date."

It was her turn to be caught off guard, her fairly-pale toned cheeks hot to a tomato red colour at what he said in an oh so unexpected way.

"I-I, uh..." she was about to retort in defense, when he suddenly jogged past her, unfurling the roll of coloured paper, before leaping unto a nearby chair in order to hang up a neatly designed banner of geometrical-themed decor, far more simply elaborate than the others. So much for art. He carefully stepped down the chair, looking at the well-engraved words with a proud look.

"So... what do ya think?" He asked, a smug smirk playing on his forever smile. Frisk, on the other hand, was trying to battle off the familiar tug on her soul whenever the skeleton grins like that. But she was entirely speechless to the beauty of the banner in front of her, almost more exquisite that even the paintings couldn't be compared with it.

The letters of the 'Art Exhibit' were expertly written in such elegant lines and curves, as if they were encoded rather that handwritten. The sharp-edged shapes perfectly complimented the very theme of their booth. Perfect? More like, better!

"Did you make your brother help you with this?" She asked out of curiosity and disbelief.

"Papyrus? Nah, he'd be wanting me off on my own." He shrugged, but gazed at her questionably, "How do ya know my bro?"

"Oh, I know everyone." She admitted quite sadly, "It's just that, they don't know me. I assume you to."

"What? Of course I know ya! Why wouldn't I?" He exclaimed, but mentally facepalmed for his blunt reply. Dammit, Sans! Of course, she's a wallflower, and she'll be suspicious of ya if she knows ya were watching her like a creep!

"You do?" The death question arrived.

"I-uh... I mean, yeah! Ya're in my class, right?" He stammered nervously.

"Oh, ok?" She was about to turn and position herself, when she heard him mutter inaudibly, "Come again?"

"Ah-huh? I am, I mean, you are, and uh, GAH!" He yelled in frustration, surprising her a little. Nowhere to run now, Sans. She caught ya.

"I know ya since freshman year, ok?"

This immediately astonished the brunette. Know her? Since freshman year?! Was she too obvious? Did he caught her red-handed? Is this the end? She's doomed!

"R-really?"

"Yeah. I hope ya don't freak out, though. I just... ya're such an interesting person, and I couldn't help but want to be friends with ya... for that long." He explained, trying effortly to mask his feelings as hidden as possible.

"I don't have friends." She quietly sighed, sorrow filled her more than before.

"Well... ya have one now." He beamed genuinely, extending his hand for a handshake, her honey-glazed golden gaze following it warily, "Why don't we start over, pal?" As much as he didn't like the idea of just being friends, at least this was a start... for the both of them.

"The name's Sans. Sans Gaster." He grinned.

"Uh, Frisk! Frisk Mercy." She cried, hesitantly shaking his hand in return. However, the sound of a--Pfffftt... went singing in between them, much to her embarassment and bewilderment.

"The ol' whooppee cushion in the hand trick. It's always funny." He chuckled mischievously, his grin growing brightly in satisfaction of her bubbly retort, her giggle, music to his nonexistent ears.

"Alright, Sir Farts-alot. There's students coming in to check on our booth, so we better move." She absentmindedly ushered in a casual manner, earning Sans an imaginary pat on the shoulder for unlocking her hidden sense of humor.

"I'm yours to command, Lady Bubbles." He chuckled once more, as the both of them were diligently at work.

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Nothing much happened today, just the usual classes, the usual discussion, the usual lessons, the usual quizzes, the usual projects, the usual school day... Now, the whole class is silently jolting down notes from the current topic being presented in their Science class, the back of their stern, slender professor turned towards them, the icy white pinpricks of his oblate-shaped black-marked eye sockets too engrossed on whatever he was writing. (Hmm... who's this teacher?)

According to the human girl's observation, he always seemed to wear either a black trench coat, or a white one, and sometimes grey. But now, he was unusually dressed in purple.

Aside from his peculiar change of wardrobe, other things today have altered that you may consider as not the usual. For example, Asriel here, who sat beside her, and was now surprisingly considered a friend of hers, secretly handed her a folded piece of paper.

"Psst, Frisk." He called out, careful not to alert their teacher.

"What's this?" She whispered out quietly, as she took the paper out of his paw.

"A note, obviously." He scoffed, "What else would I be sending you other than a message? Besides, I'm only the bridge you have between you and your boyfriend~" he teased, putting a lot of effort to hold back a snicker.

"He's not my boyfriend!" She scolded in a wheezed whisper, a deep red colour present on her face.

"Yeah, you're not. But you wished, didn't you?"

"Asriel!" She yelled, alarming the whole class, including the professor, who raised an irritated brow, clearly displeased that someone interrupted the lecture.

"Ms. Mercy? Is there a problem?" He asked, his irises shifting from her to the white-furred goat boy, who slumped further on his seat.

"N-nothing, sir! I-I was just... annoyed by Asriel, he keeps bugging me." She squeaked in defense, pale and flustered at the same time.

"Is that so?" He asked strictly in his usual hauntingly stern voice.

"Y-yes?" She stammered.

"Hmm..." he hummed in reply, though sounded pleased by her answer, there was still something underneath that calm smooth voice of his that she could not tell. And his next words, kind of spoke for her.

"Aaand, that's detention." He pronounced, toying with his chalk.

Seriously?! She's never been to detention before, neither did she expected to be, nor did she anticipated that he even know who she is. Well, that proves she wasn't at all invisible. And maybe it's because of course he knows her; she's his student!

"To you to." He clatified, gesturing at Asriel.

"What? Oh come on!" The boy groaned, whimpering.

"Azzy, just go with it. We don't have the righ--" but before she could finish urging him to try not to fight with the teacher, another folded piece of paper softly struck her hair, causing some strands of her chestnut locks to fly loose. It landed on her desk, awaiting her grasp.

"Who threw that?" The professor asked with a threatening glint in his eye sockets.

"Whoops. Sorry, Dad, my bad." Went a deep smooth voice from across the room. Frisk frowned at the skeleton who aimed her that, which earned her an unexpected wink, much to her confusion

"Sans, what is up with you today?" the professor glared.

"With me? Ah, nothing. Just the ceiling." He smirked deviously, as the brunette tried to stifle a laugh from escaping.

"Stop it with the puns!" the taller skeleton yelled before sighing, holding the bridge of wherever his nose should've been, "Did you even listen to my previous discussion?"

"Yeah."

"Then what is Ru?"

"R-U kidding me? It's Rubidium." He retorted in a jested manner, the whole class muffling their own chortles.

Ignoring the joke, he continued to ask, "Okay, then Mi?"

"M-I boring ya?" At this point, the room erupted in laughter, seeming frivolous of his pun. (Gacha Fans be like: This is from a Gacha skit??! Me: Yes, yes it is.)

"Silence!" the teacher screamed, hushing the students shut, "Because of your immature antics, and reckless behavior, I have no choice but to send you three to detention." He announced, facing Asriel right after, "I'm sure the principal will be very disappointed with you."

And just like that, they were back to jolting down notes. Frisk, however, felt uncomfortable just leaving the two papers folded, her curiosity inching further at the sight of it. So she carefully took the first one to reveal the words written in it.

'You free after school? Wanna hang out in Grillby's? -Sans-'

Did he just... ask me out? She gasped, red roses immediately blooming on either side of her cheeks as hope shone down on her for a second, before shrugging. No, that can't be it. It's just a friend hang-out, nothing biggie.

Sighing in disapointment, she unfurled the second note.

'During and after detention then. ;D'

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A/n: I have to confess. I am very disappointed with this oneshot. It felt a bit too rushed, and at the same time, disorganized! I'm really sorry this hasn't met your expectations, aly. Even I didn't like it much.

It looked much better in my head, but when it came to writing it? Meh.

So, I decided to think of rewriting it to something better. If you want.

And you see, pinksterz!💕 Yes, don't be afraid to say that you didn't like the stories I wrote, okay? Just ask me if you guyz want me to rewrite any of my oneshots, and I'll be happy to see what I can do to improve them. Alrighty?

So anyways, that's Rose Of The Walls 2! And no, don't ask me what happens next (since like I said, this oneshot was a part of me), because what happened next is none other than the stupid pandemic! T^T

Also, to those who didn't notice--Doesn't this oneshot seemed connected with Mine, and Only Mine? Speaking of which, I better head back to writing it fast.

But before I publish that, may I ask: Are you comfortable with the bloody topic? 'Cause when it comes to gore, and yandere and stuff, you all do know how expressive I am when it comes to writing, right? Just warning you in advance.

See ya, pinksterz!💕