Worlds Apart (DISCONTINUED AND BEING REWRITTEN)

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Man... Who knew that making spaghetti could become a whole workout routine.

I sit on the chair beside Sans and slouch.
"Please.. How does your brother have so much energy.."

Sans simply shrugs at this. "i dunno how my bro does it"

I stare at him. "Is your guy's friend coming over? If so. What time. I wanna meet them, but I'm so tired right now.."

Sans hums. "they're probably coming over in a few hours. you can rest up in my room."

I nod. "M'kay. Wake me up when they're here. Don't kill me in my sleep" I stand up and make my way up the stairs yawning. I enter his room.

I pick up my blanket and sigh. Now that I think about it, sleeping in his room is kind of weird, and if I were to sleep on his bed, that would feel wrong.

Maybe I'll just sleep on the floor. I've done it in the anti-void, so I could probably do it here.

Sleeping seems to be something I've been doing more and more now. Maybe it was the lack of sleep I used to get.

I close my eyes and take in a deep breath, letting the darkness take me away.

[Quick time skip. Lol I don't know what I'm supposed to put here]

I wake up to the sound of a trombone, causing me to jolt. I sit up and look to my right. Leaning against the wall, trombone in hand, was Sans. Of course it was Sans.

"Jesus Christ dude! I told you not to kill me in my sleep" I sneered. He simply chuckled and put his instrument away.

"well you didnt die so it doesn't count"

I sigh. "You nearly gave me a heart attack you bonehead..." Man... I was getting way too comfortable with this guy. "Attempted murder!"

Sans shrugs and walks towards the door, "whatever you say pal. the kids gonna be here in about twenty minutes. they just called Paps about it." He says and leaves.

I get up and pull my phone out, opening the camera. My features appeared on the screen and my face scrunched up. I look like shit.

Oh god thats embarrassing. They probably saw this the first time they saw me.

I groan and make my way out his room. "Is it okay if I use your guyses bathroom?" I call down.

I don't get an answer but make my way there anyways. How did I know where it was? Well, the door was open to the bathroom, so of course I could tell.

I lock the door behind me and turn on the light. I make my way towards the sink and look myself in the mirror.

My hair was messy and tangled, strands of it sticking out in different directions. Dark circles were nearly visible under my eyes, and my face looked almost sunken.

I looked at myself in distain before quickly turning the tap on. I splash water on my face and rub away any rheum from my eyes. Without bothering to dry my hands, I comb them through my hair, trying to keep stray strands neat, the water on my face drying while doing so.

When I was somewhat satisfied with my appearance, I walk out the bathroom and go down into the living room.

Sitting on the couch were the two font brothers, watching whatever was on the TV.

"Hey guys, is your friend here yet?" I ask, knowing full and well that they obviously weren't.

"nah, not yet. they will be in a few minutes though." Sans said, dismissively waving his hand, his pinpricks not leaving the screen. His attention seemed to be only partly there. Papyrus on the other hand was fully invested on whatever the hell was going on in the show.