You're in your getting dressed in your bedroom after your shower. It was Friday afternoon.
You put on a white tank-top with a long, black cardigan that went down to your knees. You dressed into a light-wash pair of high waist shorts, black lace-up ankle boots and a black bowler hat. You had a very good sense of fashion.
You don't put on much make-up, you never really like putting it on anyways. You look into the mirror, you felt over-satisfied with yourself. You figured that Gas would probably take you out somewhere special. Hopefully, it was somewhere special.
You jolt up once you hear a knock at your front door. "Just a minute." You call. You finish tying one of your laces and head towards your front door. You open it,
"aye." It's Gas... and no, he is not wearing a shirt. He's wearing black skinny jeans that were cuffed at his ankles, white high-top vans, an unzipped olive military jacket {Writer: look it up on images, It's a really nice jacket (─▽─)} and his sleeves are pushed up to his elbows. He looks at you from top to bottom making you feel very self-conscious.
"damn." He blushes, looking at your outfit. You blush. "Oh, (Y/N). You look amazing." You say in a sarcastic, monotone voice. He chuckles, "sorry... oh, (Y/N). you look amazing!" He beams. You nod, "That's as far as you'll go, isn't it?" He crosses his arms, "pretty much."
He points behind him with his thumb, "let's go."
"Hold on, almost forgot my phone." You grab it from your table and stuff it into your back pocket. You step out of your house.
You look around for a car. There is no car.
"how do you think i got here?" He lifts a brow-bone. You suddenly remember... "Oh, yeah." Your eyebrows burrow together slightly. "you mind if i...?" He looks to the side, blushing a bit. "Nope, go ahead." You grin. His hand holds onto your forearm. You blush, then become dizzy the next second. He looks over to you, only noticing your state. He snickers. You grunt. You look around you, you're at a theme park. "Sans, this place is for kids." You lift a brow.
"you seem pretty childish to me." He smiles. "I am an adu- OH, LOOK A PONY!" You point over to a gigantic, pink pony plushie that was hung up with various other stuffed animals. You grin, "I WANT IT." You growl. He chuckles as you run over to the small shop.
You go to the seller and ask how much the cost of it is. "25 dollars?" You ask, disappointingly. "here." Sans throws money on the counter. You completely light up and clench your fist to your face "Yessssss!" He pulls a smug grin, he was very pleased with his decision. The seller hands you the giant plush and you squeeze onto it tightly. "Thanks, Sans." You say, muffled from stuffing your face into the pony. "your welcome." He blushes.
You walk side by side and stroll around the whole theme park.
"Hey, Sans?" You look over to him. "yeah?"
"Do you have any other powers besides teleporting? I don't mean to be rude or anything, but I've heard that some monsters can have multiple powers." He looks over to you, "why?"
"I dunno. Curious, I guess." You shrug. A yellow flame streams from his left eye socket. He points over to your stuffed pony with his hand and the pony surrounds in a yellow glow. He lazily moves his arm towards the sky and the pony is pulled away from your arms. "Hey!" You frown. He chuckles and places it back into your hands. "Telekinesis." You say, hugging your pony tightly. "that's not all." He grins. You look over to him again. He forms a transparent, yellow sphere between his hands. His arms move in a short, swift motion and the perfectly spherical ball grows into an exact replica of your plush. "i can use it for anything, really."
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[[DISCONTINUED]] There's Never Enough Of You 《Gaster!Sans X Reader X Grillby》
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