Most days, Frisk came home from school on a public airship. It was cheap, it was easy, and there was generally no fuss about it. But with Vaikuntha’s general spookiness level on the rise, bad weather and air monster attacks have also increased, and so the school airship line had gone on strike until everything calms down or they got paid enough to deal with that crap. At least Myste Aura wasn’t too far from the Center by boat.

However, today was a very special day. Or had been a very special day, in any case. Parent-teacher conferences had begun, and since Papyrus was the closest thing Frisk had to a “parent” on Vaikuntha, he was obligated to come. The meeting had gone… well, it could’ve been better. Perhaps as expected, Frisk had been involved in a higher-than-average number of mischievous escapades, and while they clearly had potential, Frisk just didn’t pay enough attention in class. As a consequence, their grades were just north of failing.

Oh, and apparently Frisk needs glasses really badly.

So now they’re avoiding Papyrus, awkwardly looking away from him whenever he approaches and being generally unresponsive. Frisk even used a smoke bomb a few times just to get out of conversations with him, although that may not be necessary anymore as the fog slowly thickens…