Chapter One: The Audition, and the Realisation

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Sans was incredibly nervous for his audition to the ballet. He had picked out his favourite song (The Sans Poop Song by The Odd Man Who Sings About Poop, Puke, and Pee) and was dressed in his favourite t shirt and also jeans for some reason? His rattling dusty dry bony hand rested on the door handle, and he decided to just take a deep breath and walk in.

Sans opened the door and walked inside. He saw a table and chair, but apart from that the room was empty. *"Where is the examiner?"* He thought to himself, but before he could do anything, a person pushed past him and ran into the room. Sans was surprised, but kept his composure.

The person sat down at the table and took off their hat, and when they did Sans saw with horror that it was his ex-boyfriend, Nakahara Chuuya!

Sans vomited an entire horse, and then nervously walked in.

"Hey Sans you rattly idiot bone man who I want to use as maracas!!" Said Chuuya. Sans felt a tear roll down his dry ahh bony face but kept walking and took his place in the centre of the room.

The music started, and Sans began to dance.

He jumped into the air and landed, immediately shattering into a million pieces because he was a skeleton.

"Omg he's dead lmao skill issue + ratio" said examiner Nakahara.

Sans put himself back together like a strong independent woman and kept dancing. Chuuya sighed and opened a bottle of wine, drinking all of it in one gulp like the freak of nature he was.

Sans finished his dance and posed, waiting for examiner Chuuya's evaluation.

*"....wow"* said Chuuya, his face the colour of a tomato or maybe a very sunburnt caucasian. "Wow what?" Said Sans, not blushing because he was a skeleton but his face getting even drier than normal .

"That was.....really great. I loved the music, you have pretty good music taste huh?" Said Chuuya, leaning his moist elbows on the table. " R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-really?" Stammered Sans, his nonexistent heartbeat speeding up.

"Yeah." Said Chuuya softly, getting up out of his seat and walking around to stand in front of Sans. Their height difference made Sans weak in the knees, which made them rattle obnoxiously because he a skeleton frfr.

Chuuya cupped Sans's bare skull in his hands, gently caressing his empty eye sockets. Sans blushed and looked away somehow even though he had no eyes.

"Sans....." Murmured Chuuya, his ginger hair suddenly lighting itself on fire with the magic power of homosexuality . "Y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yeah?" Said Sans, beginning to feel like a ramen noodle from Tescos .

*"I know your secret"* whispered Chuuya into Sans earhole. Sans pulled back in shock, backing away from Chuuya. "W-w-what secret??? I don't have a secret??" He said, feeling his face become dusty crusty.

"I know it was you who wrote that song.....I know you're the Odd Man Who Sings About Poop, Puke and Pee." Said Chuuya, his eyes filled with rainbow gay pride month tears.

Sans started to cry too. He knew that he would have to come clean about this, this secret that had torn his relationship with this beautiful ginger spicy French man apart. "You're right...." Said Sans. "It is me, I wrote those songs, I still do. I'm so sorry."

"Sans....I have been constipated my whole life....*and I've loved you for even longer.*" Whispered Chuuya, tears running down his face and dripping onto his Gucci tracksuit.

"Chuuya...." Whimpered Sans, tears pouring out of his onion shaped eyes.

"I love you Sans, I always have and I always will. Please don't break my heart again." Murmured Chuuya, looking down at his Balenciaga lemon pepper stepper shoes.

"Chuuya.....I'm so sorry for causing you all this heartbreak and making you become a functional alcoholic" said Sans, snorting regretfully.

"I forgive you Sans, you're beautiful and I love you so much" cried Chuuya, pulling Sans into his arms. Sans buried his head into Chuuya's flavoursome chest and sniffled.

"Chuuya.....will you marry me?" Said Sans, drying his tears and looking hopefully up at the french redheaded mafia executive and ballet examiner.

"Marry you?? Of course I'll marry you Sans! I've wanted to marry you since I met you in 2002 at a gay pride ballet poop carnival!" Exclaimed Chuuya, blushing orange like his hair and smirking.

"You- you will?" Stammered Sans, blushing like he had a 105 degree fever with a possible diagnosis of malaria. "Of course" said Chuuya with a smirk, leaning in to whisper in Sans's ear.

"But first....." Said Chuuya hesitantly "I have to finalise the divorce with my ex-wife. *ohh, his ex....* Sans remembered seeing pictures of the couple together on Chuuyas instagram because he was a stalker and 100% a red flag before this reunion.

"Yes...." Said Sans. "I remember her. Dazai?" Chuuya smiled. "No, Dwaynanna. Dwaynanna Tharok Johnson."

[ A/N : lmk if u want part two!!! ]

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