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by savvywants2die

by savvywants2die

~Obama's POV~

It has been a while since the monsters had been freed from the Underground. When they first were released, since you are the president, it was your job to shake hands with their ambassador, Frisk. Frisk seemed to be a nice... boy... girl...? Human. Yes, human. You had met some of their monster friends, such as Papyrus, Undyne, Alphys, and many others you couldn't remember the names of at the moment. But, apparently one was absent during our meeting. I was told it was a skeleton, the brother of Papyrus.

Today, the gang, including the skeleton brother, is meeting at the most fanciest restaurant in town, McDonalds, so I could officially meet them all. I gathered my materials, and jumped out of my presidential window. I soared through the sky, feeling as if I was a bird. I gracefully placed my foot on the entrance to McDonalds, having flown all the way here. I had used Trump's Toupee as a parachute on my way down. Don't ask how I got it.

I enter the palace, and the aroma of grease, crap, and sweaty children filled my nose. So, in reality, this was heaven. I sat down at a colorful booth and twiddled my thumbs. Then, I see him. He was beautiful. Short, but that's the way you like 'em. You noticed ketchup on the short skeleton's blue, beautiful hoodie. You wished you were that ketchup. The skeleton's eyesockets traveled to a photograph, of which you couldn't see. The skeleton's eyesockets then wandered around the restaurant, and then finally to me. When I felt his gaze, it was like fireworks went off all around you. It felt spectacular. I felt my cheeks turn hot, and immediately adverted the gaze. I heard the shuffle of slippers come near me. I looked up, and what this skeleton said changed my life forever.

"Sup, I'm Sans. Got any ketchup?"

"U-Uh, yeah, r-right there." You stuttered, pointing at a ketchup bottle, along with mustard, sitting next to the menu.

"Sweet, most fancy restaurants like this don't give out ketchup anymore these days." Sans sighed, and sat down on the opposite side of you. After a while of silence, you finally spoke up.

"I'm Obama. Obama Bara- wait, I'm Barack Obama." I laughed nervously. I could feel sweat trickling behind my ear.

"That's cool. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton." Sans winked. You felt the heat in your cheeks rise.

"So homo or no homo?" I Asked

"Wot?" Sans asked

"Nuthin lol." I responded, "Where's the rest of your friends?" I asked.

"Frisk had a high fever today, and literally everyone else stayed over at Tori's house to help the kid. I would have too, but I had to come here. But hey, at least I don't have to do any work." Sans chuckled. I laughed loudly, causing the whole area to look over at our table.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA." I repeated over and over again.

"Heh. Nice laugh you got there." Sans complimented, his cheekbones slightly blue. I found myself smiling, revealing all of my cavities. Sans seemed to enjoy the look of them. We talked for hours and told many puns. Sans was perfect for me, and he knew it.

"Oh man, look at the time. I gotta go. But hey, can I have your phone number? So we can hang out again later." Sans requested, you nodded your head very fast many of times, and continued doing so while writing your phone number down.

"Cool, seeya later." Sans winked and somehow teleported out.

"Your ass is grass and I'm gonna mow it." I confirmed, narrowing my eyes.