~ Sans AUs x Reader OneShots ~

~ Ink x Reader ~

This is a stress reliever OneShot-

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Background info: Your in the 'Real World' and finally moved away from your parents.

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You sigh and set the box in your arms on the floor. Just a few more boxes to go. . You thought and turned around to the door. You were currently moving into your new home. You turned back to the door and walked out again. You were moving into a house in the country, where there weren't many people around. Being in the country was always calming because everything pretty much settles during the night. No light pollution to block the stars out and no noisy cars and trucks honking all the time.

You grabbed the last box and walked back inside the house. The house was a two story house. It had pretty pastel yellow walls with wooden flooring. Threadbare white curtains draped over the windows. In the living room two big brown leather couches sat in front of the windows, and the boxes where piled up. You set the last box down and opened it up to see some kitchen supplies. Yesterday before you moved in you cleaned the house up so that it wasn't too bad when you moved in. You picked up the box and walked into the kitchen and started unpacking more.

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You wiped the sweat off of your forehead and laid on the ground. The cold floor felt nice after all the unpacking you've done. There was just about one box left but you were hungry so you were gonna eat first. It was just about dinner time anyways.

. . . (F/F) (Favorite food) sounds good right now. You thought to your self as you sat up from the ground. Yeah. You nodded to your self and stood up. You opened the now full cabinets and grabbed a bowl/plate and prepared your food. You sat down at your lonely empty dinning table and began to eat.

Your life seemed so dull. You set your fork/spoon/chopsticks down and stared at the last box.

What's in that last box anyways. . I don't think I labeled it. You thought as you stood up from your chair. You sat on your knees on the ground and began to open the box.

Sketch books? You lifted up an old tattered sketch book with sloppy black sharpie of your name on it. You opened to to see your old art work. UnderTale. . Heh I remember I used to draw this all the time. You looked at the first page. It showed a very sketched out drawing of frisk. The only color on the page was the red heart in front of them. You smiled and flipped through more pages, glancing at Sans, Papyrus, Undyne, and stopped at one drawing. Ink Sans, one of the first AU Sans's you found out about. A bunch of nostalgia it you, you remembered all about the UnderTale fandom.

You couldn't believe that you completely forgot about this. You opened another sketch book and found more things you enjoyed as you were younger.

(Heh. . I draw dragons all the time at school and on the bus to and from school, and then some random kids called me dragon master. XDD I thought it was pretty funny. If you were to look at some of my older sketch books you would find half my drawings are dragons and the other half UnderTale. XDDDD)

You closed the sketch books and put them back in the box for safe keeping. You didn't realize a single tear fell down your face until it fell onto the floor. You touched your face and looked at your hand and saw that your hand was indeed was watery. You wiped your face then stood up.

You grabbed your bowl/plate of half eaten food and set on the kitchen counter, not feeling hungry anymore. You stood for a second and then headed into the living room, forgetting that you had a few buckets of paint still on the floor. I'll have to repaint the walls at some point, the paint looks faded. You thought as you picked up one of the buckets.