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The walk back to Sans' house was filled with an eerie silence. He whistled a tune, strangely familiar, as you stumbled back to the small place you called home.
Passing Grillby's you see the man made of flames picking up an empty glass. A small drop of water rolled onto his arm and he hissed, dropping the glass. 'Poor Grillby' You thought as you travelled down the straight road.
Although you and Sans were an official couple, you didn't show your affection in public. He kept up his walls, not wanting to break them down and let you in. He was strong, as you saw him try so hard to keep laughing and cracking these amazing jokes when you knew deep down inside you could just end this world here and now.
You arrived at the front of the house, and pulled out the key Sans had given to you just before you left the forest. The lock clicked and you pushed open the door.
"WOWIE, HUMAN? YOU AND SANS HAD BEEN GONE ALL EVENING. I WAS STARTING TO WORRY THAT YOU HAD FELL INTO WATERFALL AND THE LAKE HAD EATEN YOU." Papyrus looks back down to the book he was colouring in. He avoided all the lines and coloured in all the wrong places. The dinosaur was covered in small doodles of spaghetti.
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"Papy, that is a great picture" You say supportively as you throw your bag onto the ground and join him on the sofa. "HUMAN, I AM GLAD YOU THINK SO! I HAVE SPENT MANY A HOUR ON THIS ART PIECE."
Sans chuckles and starts climbing up the stairs "You should make some more art bro. Think of all the..."
"SANS DONT YOU DARE"
"Pasta-bilitys"
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANS! OH MY GOD! DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN EVERYTHING FOR ME?"
"Wait, I need to sign something can you hand me a penne."
"SANS!" Papyrus shouts one last time before running away to the kitchen, hands raised.
As you watch this funny scene play out you slowly drift to sleep on the sofa.
"He doesn't really like you. Sans. He is a horrible person. he plays games with you. Makes stupid puns. He is out to get you" A familiar voice says. You feel cold metal tracing your skin. Then small sharp pains, that grow larger and larger. Eventually you are being full on stabbed.
"CHARA" you scream before waking up.
Sans is standing above you looking extremely worried. "Frisk, are you okay?" He asks, leaning onto the sofa. "Yeah, I'm fine Sans go back to bed" You say as you walk into your room.
Something feels off. Like that dream made you feel something. You ignore it and lay down on your bed, drifting off to sleep.
