To Sir With Love
Mr. Nightmare sighs. He's been working around the clock lately. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever. He looks at the clock on the wall.
2.30am
No wonder why he feels so tired. He stands up and stretches a bit. Going upstairs, he goes to the yellow colored door with a crayon sketch of him and his brother, Dream, on it. He slowly turns the knob and the door makes a faint creaking sound as it opens.
He chuckles at the sight.
There is a black haired boy with a bandage on his right cheek sleeping on a blanket on the floor. A small white haired boy wearing a blue mini-scarf is sleeping next to him and he's dog-piling a platinum-blonde haired girl. Only a blonde boy is sleeping in bed.
Dream had invited his friends over for a sleepover party, and it seems Ink likes to sleep on a mat-styled bed and Blue finds Lynx is a cozy enough pillow to sleep on.
The teacher carefully picks up the three children and transfer them to his room. His bed is bigger than Dream's, so it can accommodate all three of them and there's still space to move around.
He sighs as he thinks about the four kids. Ever since he met them, they're always full of surprises. Coming from class D that really is something.
When he met them, Ink was trying to control is overflowing emotions, Blue was suffering in writing, and Lynx couldn't even read or write.
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"Brother, are you excited? It's our first day here!" the bouncy blonde boy asked. "Calm down, Dream...it's not like we're going to get a gold medal or anything!" the raven haired man groaned softly, his purple eyes darting from one door to anther. "But Nightmare, this is what we've been waiting for! I'm 10, and you're 20! I'll enroll to study in Snowdin Academy and you'll practically be teaching here! What's better, we both might end up in the same class!!" Nightmare stopped.
"You mean...I might be teaching your class?" he asked, looking into his brother's buttery-yellow eyes.
"Well, yeah! Maybe." he said, the confidence not even leaving his voice. "Nightmare, we're brothers. Fate has planned this ever since we were born! We're meant to be together! The crowns prove it!" Dream pointed to the handmade crown on his head. His brother had specially crafted them out of gold colored plastic just for them.
"Yeah...I guess so." he sighed. He wasn't sure how the system worked. The first thing he needed to do was to find the Principal's office.
A movement caught his eye.
He saw a black haired boy with odd-colored eyes (Left eye yellow, right eye pink) and a bandage on his right cheek coming his way. Hr approached him.
"Hey, ah, excuse me..." Nightmare started. The boy stopped. "Ah..." the boy's eyes widened. "Um, sorry but..." "Um...Hggh!!" the boy placed a hand over his mouth. "Are...are you ok?" Nightmare sounded worried.
SPLAT!
"Brother!!" Dream cried. Nightmare stepped back. "Ew...ew..." he groaned. He was covered in vomit. The boy he approached now had a trail of saliva and a light sliver of vomit dripping down his chin. "I...I'm so sorry!!" the boy cried. He seemed so scared. "Hey, it's-" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!!" he seemed to get worse.
"INK!!" came a voice.
The boy, apparently named Ink, turned around. A boy wearing a blue mini-scarf around his neck ran over.
"Blue!" Ink replied. The boy, named Blue, gave Ink a hug.
"Ink, are you ok? I heard you vomit...did someone approach you?" Blue asked, his light blue eyes moved toward the brothers. "Hey, don't you know Ink has nervousness? That's really unkind of you to intrude-" Nightmare didn't seem to hear him as he wiped off the vomit from his shirt with a tissue. "All I wanted was to get to the Principal's office...Why must I get barf instead?" "Wait, are you the new teacher?" Blue asked.
"Well, between the barf and intro, yes. I am Nightmare, and this is my brother, Dream." Nightmare said, not stopping his wiping. "Oh, I'm Blue, Blue Prince. The one who barfed on you is Ink Comyet, my best friend. Sorry about the barf by the way. Ink has a condition where he will vomit when stressed or nervous." "Well, good to know..." Nightmare sighed.
"Come on, I'll show you the way!" Blue said enthusiastically. "Don't you mean da wae?" Nightmare joked. Blue groaned. "New teacher, sir, please. I hate puns!" Dream was giggling.
"Principal Asgore!" "Yes, little one? Oh, you must be Dream and Nightmare Joku, aren't you?" A man with blonde hair and a similar blonde beard asked. His emerald eyes had a gentle tone to them. "Principal...Asgore?" Nightmare asked. Dream felt intimidated by the man and hid behind his brother. "Yeah. I'm Nightmare and this here is Dream, my little bro." Nightmare said, gesturing to the young boy behind him.
"Well, Mr. Nightmare, I'm glad to announce you will be the Form Teacher of class D. It's the door marked D on your left down this hall. You will be teaching them English and Math. As for the other classes..."
"Stand up! Good morning, sir!" Mr. Nightmare looked at the faces in front of him. The one who shouted was Blue, and Ink was beside him. In front of Blue, right in front of him, was his brother. "Hey brother." he whispered.
Next to Dream was a girl with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. She looked at Mr. Nightmare with a weird look. "Ok, class, my name is Mr. Nightmare. As you know, Dream here is my brother. I've met Ink and Blue, but the rest of you need to introduce yourselves."
The whole class introduced themselves, ranging from the cool ambition to the ridiculous fact. The only one who hadn't introduced herself was the girl next to Dream.
"Go on, my brother won't bite." Dream persuaded her. She stood in front of the class and said in shaky, uncertain words.
"My...my name is...Lynx Mochi...I...have...a brother...too..."
"Interesting, Ms. Mochi. Could you tell me how old your brother is?" Mr. Nightmare was curious.
"He's...he's 5..." she stuttered.
"Does he take after your mother or your father?" he asked again.
"...." she said.
"Huh? Sorry, could you repeat that?"
"ᛗᚣ ᛈᚪᚱᛖᚾᛏᛋ ᚪᚱᛖ ᚾᚩ ᛗᚩᚱᛖ!!" She screamed.
"W...what...?" Mr. Nightmare was very confused.
Dream didn't understand either.
Blue looked at Lynx pitifully. Ink looked at Blue, frowning.
"Is that true?" Ink asked. Blue nodded.
"What...what did she say?" Dream asked.
"Runes. It's her second language." Blue said.
"Runes? It's possible to speak Runes?" Dream was astonished.
"Only if you learn from your ancestors. It's really hard to speak." Blue shrugged.
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"Haha! Then I said, you can chopped beef but you can't pea soup!!" Laughter rang out in the teacher's room. A white haired man taller than him was talking to a short, slightly plump woman with short dirty blonde hair and rectangle glasses.
"Oh, that must be your new teacher." the white haired man said.
"R-right, th-thanks Stretch." the woman stuttered. She went up to Mr. Nightmare.
"M-Mr. Nightmare, sir?" the woman asked timidly. "Ah, you must be Ms. Alphys, right?" Mr. Nightmare smiled. "Why, y-yes sir. I-I'm here to h-h-help you should you need a-assistance." Mr. Nightmare considered her. "Ms. Alphys, how old are you?" "T-to be honest sir, I-I'm 23." "So young?!" his jaw dropped. "S-sir, you're 20. How c-can you say that?" Ms. Alphys questioned. "No, but an average assisstant I heard is normally 30 the youngest!" "W-well, sir, this s-school is different when i-it comes to age r-r-range." "Ok then. All you need to do now is help me carry these papers."
Mr. Nightmare observed every student's essay. The topic was 'My favorite thing'. Dream had no trouble. Ink seemed to have it easy. Blue struggled on the second paragraph. "Are you having trouble, Blue?" Mr. Nightmare knew he needed help. "Yeah..." he said timidly. "Now, now, no need to be ashamed. People aren't perfect, little boy." He looked at Blue's essay. "Stretch?" He asked. "He's my brother. He works as an assistant here." Blue explained. Mr. Nightmare placed the paper back and started to tell him a few ideas like description and why the thing is his favorite.
Mr. Nightmare couldn't believe what he saw.
ᛚᚣᚾᛉ ᛗᚩᛣᚻᛁ ᛣᛚᚪᛋᛋ ᛞ
ᛗᚣ ᚠᚪvᚩᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ
ᛗᚣ ᚠᚪvᚩᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ ᛁᛋ ᛗᚣ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᚱᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ.
He had no idea who wrote it.
"Dream!!!!" he cried. "Yes brother?" Dream came upstairs to Mr. Nightmare's room. "Who the apple wrote this?!" he showed the darn piece of paper. "Lynx, I guess. It's Runes." "Wait, it's Runes?" the teacher asked. "Yeah. It's her second language." "No, more like her first language." Mr. Nightmare sighed. He opened the translator app on his computer and deciphered her essay.
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"Lynx, read this text for me." Mr. Nightmare told her to look for him during reccess. He gave her an English text, a piece from the story "Fluffy Bunny".
"...Uh..." Lynx was beading cold sweat.
Just as I thought.
He gave her the decipher graph he printed out yesterday. On top was English, below was Runes. Lynx slowly deciphered it and read.
"Fluffy Bunny liked to play with his friends. He loved to play peek-a-boo."
"Lynx, can you read English at all?"
She stared at him.
"Write English?"
Still no answer.
"Didn't your parents teach you?" He pressed on.
She clutched the edge of her dress with her hands.
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"Dr. Gaster, I heard you can speak in cipher?" Mr. Nightmare asked. He heard that a professor who is Principal Asgore's dearest friend can speak ciphers.
"Yes. Depending on what cipher you're referring to."
"Runes."
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"ᚻᛖᛚᛚᚩ ᛚᚣᚾᛉ." the doctor greeted Lynx.
"ᚻᛖᛚᛚᚩ...?" was her reply.
"I ᚻᛖᚪᚱᛞ ᛏᚻᚪᛏ ᚣᚩᚢ ᚪᚱᛖ ᚻᚪvᛁᚾᚸ ᛏᚱᚩᚢᛒᛚᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚻ ᛖᚾᚸᛚᛁᛋᚻ, ᛁᛋ ᛏᚻᚪᛏ ᛏᚱᚢᛖ?"
"I...I ᛣᚪᚾᚾᚩᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚪᚾᛞ ᛁᛏ..."
"Mr. Nightmare, sir, she apparently doesn't understand the written English."
"ᛗᚣ...ᛗᚣ ᛈᚪᚱᛖᚾᛏᛋ ᛈᚪᛋᛋᛖᛞ ᚪᚹᚪᚣ ᚪᚾᛞ...ᚪᚾᛞ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚾᚩ ᚩᚾᛖ ᛏᚩ ᛏᛖᚪᛣᚻ ᛗᛖ ᛏᚩ ᚱᛖᚪᛞ ᚩᚱ ᚹᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᚪᚾᚣᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ ᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛏᚻᚪᚾ ᚱᚢᚾᛖᛋ..."
"I ᚪᛗ ᛞᛖᛖᛈᛚᚣ ᛋᚩᚱᚱᚣ, ᛗᚣ ᛣᚻᛁᛚᛞ..."
"What did she say?"
"Her parents passed away, sir."
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"Lynx, I'm sorry about earlier. I wish I'd known sooner." Mr. Nightmare said.
"It's...fine...I don't wanna keep talking about it..." she whispered.
"We...we don't have to...Lynx, wait!"
She turned around.
"Let me...let me be your English teacher, ok?" he handed her something and she took it.
It was a piece of cheesecake.
She looked at him.
He smiled back.
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Heh. That was almost a year ago.
He chuckles as he proceeds to check on them again.
It's almost 5.00am
Step...
Step...
Step...
"SURPRISE!!!!!!"
Mr. Nightmare gasps and falls backwards, landing his butt on the floor.
"Happy Teacher's Day, sir!" the four rascals scream.
"It...It's Teacher's Day?" he asks.
"Why, of course!" Lynx cheers.
"And because of that..." Blue continues.
"We decided..." Ink smirks.
"To give the very first present to our favorite teacher and my dearest big brother!" Dream whoops.
They all hand out a big box with a tag written: To Sir With Love on it.
He takes it and looks at them.
"Open it!"
He does.
It's a small music box.
He opens the music box and the song "To Sir With Love" plays.
"We love you, sir! To sir with love!"
They all smile at him.
He smiles back with tears in his eyes.
"I...I love you too, you rascals!"
Mr. Nightmare sighs. He's been working around the clock lately. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever. He looks at the clock on the wall.
2.30am
No wonder why he feels so tired. He stands up and stretches a bit. Going upstairs, he goes to the yellow colored door with a crayon sketch of him and his brother, Dream, on it. He slowly turns the knob and the door makes a faint creaking sound as it opens.
He chuckles at the sight.
There is a black haired boy with a bandage on his right cheek sleeping on a blanket on the floor. A small white haired boy wearing a blue mini-scarf is sleeping next to him and he's dog-piling a platinum-blonde haired girl. Only a blonde boy is sleeping in bed.
Dream had invited his friends over for a sleepover party, and it seems Ink likes to sleep on a mat-styled bed and Blue finds Lynx is a cozy enough pillow to sleep on.
The teacher carefully picks up the three children and transfer them to his room. His bed is bigger than Dream's, so it can accommodate all three of them and there's still space to move around.
He sighs as he thinks about the four kids. Ever since he met them, they're always full of surprises. Coming from class D that really is something.
When he met them, Ink was trying to control is overflowing emotions, Blue was suffering in writing, and Lynx couldn't even read or write.
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"Brother, are you excited? It's our first day here!" the bouncy blonde boy asked. "Calm down, Dream...it's not like we're going to get a gold medal or anything!" the raven haired man groaned softly, his purple eyes darting from one door to anther. "But Nightmare, this is what we've been waiting for! I'm 10, and you're 20! I'll enroll to study in Snowdin Academy and you'll practically be teaching here! What's better, we both might end up in the same class!!" Nightmare stopped.
"You mean...I might be teaching your class?" he asked, looking into his brother's buttery-yellow eyes.
"Well, yeah! Maybe." he said, the confidence not even leaving his voice. "Nightmare, we're brothers. Fate has planned this ever since we were born! We're meant to be together! The crowns prove it!" Dream pointed to the handmade crown on his head. His brother had specially crafted them out of gold colored plastic just for them.
"Yeah...I guess so." he sighed. He wasn't sure how the system worked. The first thing he needed to do was to find the Principal's office.
A movement caught his eye.
He saw a black haired boy with odd-colored eyes (Left eye yellow, right eye pink) and a bandage on his right cheek coming his way. Hr approached him.
"Hey, ah, excuse me..." Nightmare started. The boy stopped. "Ah..." the boy's eyes widened. "Um, sorry but..." "Um...Hggh!!" the boy placed a hand over his mouth. "Are...are you ok?" Nightmare sounded worried.
SPLAT!
"Brother!!" Dream cried. Nightmare stepped back. "Ew...ew..." he groaned. He was covered in vomit. The boy he approached now had a trail of saliva and a light sliver of vomit dripping down his chin. "I...I'm so sorry!!" the boy cried. He seemed so scared. "Hey, it's-" "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!!" he seemed to get worse.
"INK!!" came a voice.
The boy, apparently named Ink, turned around. A boy wearing a blue mini-scarf around his neck ran over.
"Blue!" Ink replied. The boy, named Blue, gave Ink a hug.
"Ink, are you ok? I heard you vomit...did someone approach you?" Blue asked, his light blue eyes moved toward the brothers. "Hey, don't you know Ink has nervousness? That's really unkind of you to intrude-" Nightmare didn't seem to hear him as he wiped off the vomit from his shirt with a tissue. "All I wanted was to get to the Principal's office...Why must I get barf instead?" "Wait, are you the new teacher?" Blue asked.
"Well, between the barf and intro, yes. I am Nightmare, and this is my brother, Dream." Nightmare said, not stopping his wiping. "Oh, I'm Blue, Blue Prince. The one who barfed on you is Ink Comyet, my best friend. Sorry about the barf by the way. Ink has a condition where he will vomit when stressed or nervous." "Well, good to know..." Nightmare sighed.
"Come on, I'll show you the way!" Blue said enthusiastically. "Don't you mean da wae?" Nightmare joked. Blue groaned. "New teacher, sir, please. I hate puns!" Dream was giggling.
"Principal Asgore!" "Yes, little one? Oh, you must be Dream and Nightmare Joku, aren't you?" A man with blonde hair and a similar blonde beard asked. His emerald eyes had a gentle tone to them. "Principal...Asgore?" Nightmare asked. Dream felt intimidated by the man and hid behind his brother. "Yeah. I'm Nightmare and this here is Dream, my little bro." Nightmare said, gesturing to the young boy behind him.
"Well, Mr. Nightmare, I'm glad to announce you will be the Form Teacher of class D. It's the door marked D on your left down this hall. You will be teaching them English and Math. As for the other classes..."
"Stand up! Good morning, sir!" Mr. Nightmare looked at the faces in front of him. The one who shouted was Blue, and Ink was beside him. In front of Blue, right in front of him, was his brother. "Hey brother." he whispered.
Next to Dream was a girl with platinum blonde hair and grey eyes. She looked at Mr. Nightmare with a weird look. "Ok, class, my name is Mr. Nightmare. As you know, Dream here is my brother. I've met Ink and Blue, but the rest of you need to introduce yourselves."
The whole class introduced themselves, ranging from the cool ambition to the ridiculous fact. The only one who hadn't introduced herself was the girl next to Dream.
"Go on, my brother won't bite." Dream persuaded her. She stood in front of the class and said in shaky, uncertain words.
"My...my name is...Lynx Mochi...I...have...a brother...too..."
"Interesting, Ms. Mochi. Could you tell me how old your brother is?" Mr. Nightmare was curious.
"He's...he's 5..." she stuttered.
"Does he take after your mother or your father?" he asked again.
"...." she said.
"Huh? Sorry, could you repeat that?"
"ᛗᚣ ᛈᚪᚱᛖᚾᛏᛋ ᚪᚱᛖ ᚾᚩ ᛗᚩᚱᛖ!!" She screamed.
"W...what...?" Mr. Nightmare was very confused.
Dream didn't understand either.
Blue looked at Lynx pitifully. Ink looked at Blue, frowning.
"Is that true?" Ink asked. Blue nodded.
"What...what did she say?" Dream asked.
"Runes. It's her second language." Blue said.
"Runes? It's possible to speak Runes?" Dream was astonished.
"Only if you learn from your ancestors. It's really hard to speak." Blue shrugged.
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"Haha! Then I said, you can chopped beef but you can't pea soup!!" Laughter rang out in the teacher's room. A white haired man taller than him was talking to a short, slightly plump woman with short dirty blonde hair and rectangle glasses.
"Oh, that must be your new teacher." the white haired man said.
"R-right, th-thanks Stretch." the woman stuttered. She went up to Mr. Nightmare.
"M-Mr. Nightmare, sir?" the woman asked timidly. "Ah, you must be Ms. Alphys, right?" Mr. Nightmare smiled. "Why, y-yes sir. I-I'm here to h-h-help you should you need a-assistance." Mr. Nightmare considered her. "Ms. Alphys, how old are you?" "T-to be honest sir, I-I'm 23." "So young?!" his jaw dropped. "S-sir, you're 20. How c-can you say that?" Ms. Alphys questioned. "No, but an average assisstant I heard is normally 30 the youngest!" "W-well, sir, this s-school is different when i-it comes to age r-r-range." "Ok then. All you need to do now is help me carry these papers."
Mr. Nightmare observed every student's essay. The topic was 'My favorite thing'. Dream had no trouble. Ink seemed to have it easy. Blue struggled on the second paragraph. "Are you having trouble, Blue?" Mr. Nightmare knew he needed help. "Yeah..." he said timidly. "Now, now, no need to be ashamed. People aren't perfect, little boy." He looked at Blue's essay. "Stretch?" He asked. "He's my brother. He works as an assistant here." Blue explained. Mr. Nightmare placed the paper back and started to tell him a few ideas like description and why the thing is his favorite.
Mr. Nightmare couldn't believe what he saw.
ᛚᚣᚾᛉ ᛗᚩᛣᚻᛁ ᛣᛚᚪᛋᛋ ᛞ
ᛗᚣ ᚠᚪvᚩᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ
ᛗᚣ ᚠᚪvᚩᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ ᛁᛋ ᛗᚣ ᛚᛁᛏᛏᛚᛖ ᛒᚱᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ.
He had no idea who wrote it.
"Dream!!!!" he cried. "Yes brother?" Dream came upstairs to Mr. Nightmare's room. "Who the apple wrote this?!" he showed the darn piece of paper. "Lynx, I guess. It's Runes." "Wait, it's Runes?" the teacher asked. "Yeah. It's her second language." "No, more like her first language." Mr. Nightmare sighed. He opened the translator app on his computer and deciphered her essay.
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"Lynx, read this text for me." Mr. Nightmare told her to look for him during reccess. He gave her an English text, a piece from the story "Fluffy Bunny".
"...Uh..." Lynx was beading cold sweat.
Just as I thought.
He gave her the decipher graph he printed out yesterday. On top was English, below was Runes. Lynx slowly deciphered it and read.
"Fluffy Bunny liked to play with his friends. He loved to play peek-a-boo."
"Lynx, can you read English at all?"
She stared at him.
"Write English?"
Still no answer.
"Didn't your parents teach you?" He pressed on.
She clutched the edge of her dress with her hands.
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"Dr. Gaster, I heard you can speak in cipher?" Mr. Nightmare asked. He heard that a professor who is Principal Asgore's dearest friend can speak ciphers.
"Yes. Depending on what cipher you're referring to."
"Runes."
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"ᚻᛖᛚᛚᚩ ᛚᚣᚾᛉ." the doctor greeted Lynx.
"ᚻᛖᛚᛚᚩ...?" was her reply.
"I ᚻᛖᚪᚱᛞ ᛏᚻᚪᛏ ᚣᚩᚢ ᚪᚱᛖ ᚻᚪvᛁᚾᚸ ᛏᚱᚩᚢᛒᛚᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚻ ᛖᚾᚸᛚᛁᛋᚻ, ᛁᛋ ᛏᚻᚪᛏ ᛏᚱᚢᛖ?"
"I...I ᛣᚪᚾᚾᚩᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚪᚾᛞ ᛁᛏ..."
"Mr. Nightmare, sir, she apparently doesn't understand the written English."
"ᛗᚣ...ᛗᚣ ᛈᚪᚱᛖᚾᛏᛋ ᛈᚪᛋᛋᛖᛞ ᚪᚹᚪᚣ ᚪᚾᛞ...ᚪᚾᛞ ᛏᚻᛖᚱᛖ ᛁᛋ ᚾᚩ ᚩᚾᛖ ᛏᚩ ᛏᛖᚪᛣᚻ ᛗᛖ ᛏᚩ ᚱᛖᚪᛞ ᚩᚱ ᚹᚱᛁᛏᛖ ᚪᚾᚣᛏᚻᛁᚾᚸ ᚩᛏᚻᛖᚱ ᛏᚻᚪᚾ ᚱᚢᚾᛖᛋ..."
"I ᚪᛗ ᛞᛖᛖᛈᛚᚣ ᛋᚩᚱᚱᚣ, ᛗᚣ ᛣᚻᛁᛚᛞ..."
"What did she say?"
"Her parents passed away, sir."
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"Lynx, I'm sorry about earlier. I wish I'd known sooner." Mr. Nightmare said.
"It's...fine...I don't wanna keep talking about it..." she whispered.
"We...we don't have to...Lynx, wait!"
She turned around.
"Let me...let me be your English teacher, ok?" he handed her something and she took it.
It was a piece of cheesecake.
She looked at him.
He smiled back.
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Heh. That was almost a year ago.
He chuckles as he proceeds to check on them again.
It's almost 5.00am
Step...
Step...
Step...
"SURPRISE!!!!!!"
Mr. Nightmare gasps and falls backwards, landing his butt on the floor.
"Happy Teacher's Day, sir!" the four rascals scream.
"It...It's Teacher's Day?" he asks.
"Why, of course!" Lynx cheers.
"And because of that..." Blue continues.
"We decided..." Ink smirks.
"To give the very first present to our favorite teacher and my dearest big brother!" Dream whoops.
They all hand out a big box with a tag written: To Sir With Love on it.
He takes it and looks at them.
"Open it!"
He does.
It's a small music box.
He opens the music box and the song "To Sir With Love" plays.
"We love you, sir! To sir with love!"
They all smile at him.
He smiles back with tears in his eyes.
"I...I love you too, you rascals!"
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