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7 Years old.
"Sans! Stop that, ya goof!" I yelled, pushing him away from me. He just smirked and came closer and tickled my stomach.
"Come on, Iris. You know its funny. Give it up already!" He yelled back, trying even harder to make me laugh. I screamed in happiness, and my laughter burst out, creating tears because of all the laughter I had just let out.
"Come on. Grillby is making dinner. I don't want him to worry about us," I said, grabbing Sans' hand.
"Let's go!"
10 Years old.
"Sans? Hey! Watch! I can finally do it!" I smiled as he sat down on the couch and watched as I got on my ties and let my other leg lift up to make a perfect right angle with my legs. I could stand on my very toes without my ballet shoes.
"I did it!" I smiled, so proud of my accomplishment. Sans smiled and clapped for me, "You did great! That's the best I've ever seen from you."
"I bet you can't do it," I taunted, sticking my tongue out and jumping onto the couch next to him. He chuckled, "You're right. I can't do that. Heh.. I'm notta ballerina."
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▪One Last Dance▪ Dancetale Sans X Reader
FanfictionEdit: My user was changed from @Whiskeyy_Friskyy to @--Queen__ so yes this book is mine Dancetale It's been years since you saw Sans. He was your best friend before he moved away. He appears unexpectedly with.. who the hell is this?!
