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Chapter 44: Who took the stars out of the sky and put them in your eyes?

After 3 days, my ribs were fully healed (thanks to Papyrus that is). Sans and I just drove three hours each to reach the next city Mettaton will be performing in. The Bacchus case was put on hold for a bit since I literally couldn't be on my laptop without Sans to hold it, since when I'm on my laptop, I always lay it on my stromach and browse the internet.

Just as I begin to relax, the fr swings open and reveals the one and only Mettaton standing in the doorway. "DARLING! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?" He says and walks over to me dramatically. "Yeah. It was only three days ago that I broke three of my ribs and my leg by getting thrown off a platform seven meters above the ground by one of your lovely employees." I say and sigh. "But I'm all right now. Papyrus healed me, so I'm hoping the pain would be over tomorrow." I smile at him. Mettaton has a puzzled look on his face. "Who threw you off the platform though? And why were you even backstage darling?" He chuckles and sits on the bed. "Bacchus did? Like I just wanted to talk to him and he decides to get all weird all of the sudden and nearly chokes me to death?" I say. I'm still trying to figure out his intentions.

"I will go talk to him. Just stay in bed for a little while Alex." Mettaton smiles. "I know that I'm busy, and I have been probably been missing out on a lot, but I'm here if you ever need to talk about something." He says and stands up. I nod and give him a smile. "OKAY WELL IT'S TIME TO GO NOW!" He sings and spurts out of the caravan. That was nice.

"he gone?" A voice says from under the bed. "Yup." I say and smile when I see him come out from under the bed. "hey I had an idea. t's night now right?" Sans asks me, opens the closet (Where I finally put my clothes in(!)) and begins searching. "Yeah it is. What about it?" I ask. He eventually gets out with a book. "wanna go stargazing?" Sans asks and smiles at me. Well how can I say no to that face? I nod excitedly. "kay. you grab the blankets and pillows then. I'll get food or something." He says before leaving the bedroom. I stand up carefully and begin collecting all the pillows and blankets which were shattered basically all over the caravan.

After a while, Sans gets ladders and places them against the camper. I look at him with a puzzled face, but get what he means after a second or two. "ladies first." He grins. "Oh what a gentleman." I say dramatically and climb the ladder. When I'm standing on the caravan, I have to do my absolute best not to fall off of it and break another leg due to my clumsiness. I lay down the blanket we use for sleeping and lay some pillows on it. Sans let himself fall on the blanket, but regrets it immediately due the hard underground. I laugh at him and throw a blanket at him.

We lay down and watch the stars. After about ten minutes, I shudder from the cold. It wasn't really a good idea to be out in late November. "you cold?" Sans says. His eyes are still sticking to the sky. I see a smile on his face. This time, a real one. I shuffle a bit closer to Sans and lay my heart on his ribcage. He wraps an arm around me. This is so much better. "Hey girl. You are out of this world." He tries. I laugh. Don't dare the pick up line queen Sans. "Is your dad a thief? Why? Cause I saw him steal all the stars out of the sky and put them in your eyes." I smirk. Sans laughs and covers his face. "They call me milky way. Pleasure you cant measure." He laughs. I'm pretty sure we are waking up the whole neighborhood. "I'm attracted to you like the Earth is attracted to the Sun-with a large force inversely proportional to the distance squared. I must be the Sun and you must be Earth, cause the closer we get, the hotter you become." I wink. "okay I give up you win this round." He says. "congrats to my fake girlfriend." Sans laughs.

"I have a riddle." I announce. He hums. "I shine when it is dark, I am sometimes full. When I am, I light up the night. There is a blanket around me, but often at night am I cold." I say. "easy. t's the moon. you gotta try harder than that." He smirks. "You're in a cement room without any windows or doors. The only thing you have is a mirror and a piece of wood. How do you get out?" Sans says and unintentionally(?) gives me a really nice head massage by scratching my skull. "Maybe smash the mirror and begin to dig your way trough the wall?" I suggest.

Sans chuckles. "nope." I think again. Where the fuck do I need logs for? "you look in the mirror to see what you 'saw', take the 'saw' and cut the piece of wood in half. put the two halves together to make a 'whole', and then just crawl out trough the 'whole'." He says simply. "You have too much spare time." I laugh. "Good one though."

We keep telling each other riddles for the night. It was really fun. Eventually the day begins, hinting that we probably should get off the caravan and actually sleep. We pack everything up and promise each other that we would go stargazing again soon.

But let's catch that bomber first shall we?