Obama X Sans (gamer girl Obama AU)

the meet <3

"UwU"

Obama whispers in as he signs papers and autographs from his booth, he was at twitch con. he had 69 million followers and was growing fastly, the line to meet him at his booth was miles and miles long. Obama was not having the best time, his hands were hurting and he had to take a fat ass piss. Obama looked at the bodyguard next to him in desperation, nothing.

he sighs and turns back to the line and meets eyes with the most handsome skeleton he ever laid eyes on. Shocked and embarrassed he shakes his head and lets out a meek "hewow owo".the skeleton laughs, and reaches out his hand, "Hello, I'm Sans eheheheheheheheh" he chuckles lightly making Obama-Kun blush. Obama takes san's hand and shakes it firmly, wishing he could hold his boney, cold, dry hand just a little bit longer before letting go. "I'm a big fan ehheheheh" sans laughs, blushing a blue blush just the same shade as his bal-. "o-o-o-o-oh I w-w-would of n-n-n-never know-w-n" Obama quickly says, looking away to cover his red face, "me...the president of twitch, falling for a skeleton??" he thought, with a burst of courage he looks up at the skeleton.

 "can I have your number or discord??"