GALAXE X SANS

finding true love

    As I walk through the halls of this odd world I've found myself in, I hope to find someone who will love me. I'm 6'3 and a 'mommy' to many people on twitch.tv/galaxe__live. The wind is blowing through my blonde hair. The air is sour. I hear a strange noise.  It's like bones clicking and clacking. "STOP RIGHT THERE" the stranger spats at me. He has a high-pitched, nasally, voice. He speaks with the confidence of a former frat boy. I won't like, he's not bad looking. He walks towards me, peering into my soul with his empty orbs. "I'M SANS," he shrieks, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE HUMAN?"

    I think to myself for a moment, could he be it? Could this be the man of my dreams. Could this short, obnoxious, pile of bones, be my soulmate. A feeling in my gut says yes. So I respond, "looking for true love." I have a slight smirk on my face. "WELL, WHATS YOUR NAME HUMAN," he looks at me with a look of confusion and curiosity. I reply with, "Galaxe, but you can call me yours." (btw i am laughing so hard to myself rn i am so sorry) He looks at me, baffled, "W-W-WELL UH" I chuckle to myself. "YOU HAVE A NICE LAUGH" he looks at me with his devilish smile. "CAN I GET YOU A HOTDOG?" he asks, I sense a bit of nervousness in his voice. How adorable. However, I am unsure if I should go with him.

I've just met him. How can I trust him. I was so sure moments ago that he was the one. My heart says follow him to the depths of the universe, but my head makes me question myself. I want to go. I mean it's only a hot dog right? If he betrays me i'll kill him. Plus, a date with the short man with a devilish grin, empty eyes, and the voice of a 40-year-old former drug addict, who could say no?

After a moment, I finally agree. "Yes, I would love to get a hotdog with you." He cheers. "OH! FANTASTIC. LETS GO HUMAN. YOU KNOW, YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON BY THE WAY THEY EAT A HOTDOG." I look at him with a playful confusion written on my face, "What ever do you mean?" He looks proudly at me, as if he prides himself on this conversation topic, "WELL IF THEY LIKE ONLY KETCHUP, BASIC. IF THEY LIKE MUSTARD, THEY ARE VERY SAD. WHO IS HAPPY AND LIKES MUSTARD ON A HOTDOG?" I laugh at his antics. "AND IF YOU LIKE HUMAN, WELL YOU ARE LIKE ME, THE COOLEST PERSON TO EVER BE." A horrified expression crosses my face. "Did you just say...human?" I ask, in a disgusted tone. He replies as if I weren't a human, "THEY'RE A DELICACY AROUND HERE," he turns to me and realizes, "O-OH NO, I-," he reaches up and grabs my
hands, which makes butterflies fill my stomach. "I WOULD NEVER EAT SUCH A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN" He assures, with a sincerity i've never heard. I smile wide, believing him with my entire being. On the bright side, he thinks i'm beautiful. On the down side, he likes humans on his hotdog.

We arrive at the hotdog place. He steps behind the counter. I order us three hotdogs. I pay because #screwgenderroles. (a girlboss if you will) We eat our hotdogs together. I notice he isn't enjoying his as much. What a shame. I ask him if there is a bathroom. "WHAT IS A BATHROOM, AND WHY DO YOU NEED ONE??" He asks. I reply simply, "Born to drink, forced to piss." He laughs at my remarks. He points me to a hidden corner and walks off. When I return, I see another skeleton. He's much taller than sans. I see a similarity. Sans is much more handsome. He locks eyes with me and starts to charge. Sans whispers something and he stops. He looks at me with hatred but also mercy. I could see myself getting a hotdog with him too. Is this the beginning of a love triangle? I think silently to myself. I groan slightly aloud. "Oh boy."

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