Mysterious Badboy x Cheezy

3 - The Date

Cheezy wears her best dress, eagerness buzzing through her veins. Her black hair is nicely brushed, a cute rose clipped into it. She thought Sans would enjoy it, and all she wants tonight is for this to go well.

Nobody is home right now besides her, which is why she gave Sans her house address. There's something about his dark pits of eyes that allure her, making her trust him. She jumps at the sound of knocking on the front door, squealing to herself. "He's here," she grins, rushing out of her shared bedroom. When she opens the door, she freezes in her step to look over the handsome man that is Sans. He wears the same thing as he did earlier, except instead of tennis shoes, he wears pink slippers... She blushes strongly at this change, her heart fluttering... If only she could see what those damned slippers are hiding...

"My eyes are up here," he winks.

"Right," she laughs nervously. "Come inside."

"Actually babe, I have an idea," he grins, taking her hand in his bony one. She notices now that he's wearing a backpack, possibly to hold food.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see," he purrs.

Sans Peter Griffin leads Cheezy to a secluded backyard of a seemingly random house where there lays nothing but nature and a somewhat full dumpster. He begins to climb into said dumpster, looking back to ensure she's okay with this plan. She has an eyebrow raised, wondering what they're doing here. "This is where I bring my favorite girls, kitten. You're the only one who's been here."

Her heart pounds harder at these words, and without any hesitation, she begins to climb into the dumpster with him. They sit together on the trash bags as he spreads food from his bag between the two - cold spaghetti. Not just cold; frozen spaghetti.

"Courtesy of my brother for making dinner," he says, picking up the cube of spaghetti with his fingers. He takes a huge bite out of it, a loud crunch filling the air, and Cheezy follows his example. The spaghetti ice block hurts her teeth upon impact, partly because of its frigid temperature but also because of how solid it is. Practically a rock.

"Sorry, it got a little cold. My brother prefers it that way, but doesn't really think about who's actually eating it," he shrugs, taking another bite. "I can warm it up if ya want, baby girl."

Cheezy smiles softly, appreciating the thought. "That'd be great, actually."

He winks, standing up. She hands the spaghetti cube to him and he pulls down his shorts in the back, leaving her shocked as to what the fuck he's doing. He grins, putting the spaghetti cube down below, and a loud farting sound fills the air along with a terrible stench.

She wants to question his actions, but can't even bring herself to push out a word.

Brown liquid trails down Sans Peter Griffin's leg, visibly steaming as a toothy grin stays frozen on his face. More wet farting sounds accompany it, and when he lifts what was once the spaghetti cube, there now sits a pile of warm spaghetti coated in diarrhea.

"Bon appetit," he drops the handful back into her cupped palms. "I'm my own oven, baby."

She wordlessly eats the food, shocked about the whole thing, yet... Aroused? Excited? Certainly not disgusted - that was hot as hell!

He farts again, spawning more steam. "Hoo, is it getting hot in here?" he chuckles.

"It sure is," she smirks.