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The swap sans known as Blueberry, Blue, Swap, so on so forth- the happy outgoing, mischievous sans we all know today.
We find him walking through the woods for a morning walk, whistling a happy calm tune as he trotted along the cold, shivering here and there.
The snow crunching beneath his shoes; with every step, a new breath; with every flake of snow, that came from the unknown, almost like a breath of new life.
It continued and continued and continued...
Until it stopped; until he stopped- until he froze in place to the new sound of something, or someone crashing through the leaves and bark, to the hard crack of bones crushing deep into the snow.
He froze, and then he ran and ran and ran, closer towards the noice. With lefts and rights and turns to no stop. He ran towards the noise, he needed to help this person!
He froze as he stopped in front of someone.
Staring down at the new entity; shivering from both the cold and the adrenaline now. He stared at the black unknown bones- observing all the features to him, from the lined marks on his face.. to his scars and injuries. injured This was all the skeleton could focus on when seen, from ribs being broken and twisted to his skull being cracked beyond what he had ever seen. He quickly bent down and checked all over what he could see as he observed.
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FanfictionThis is merely a error OneShots book, this is my first ever book so I do hope you enjoy. None of the artwork in this book belongs to me. I will try to credit all the owners!
