"What were you just writing?"
"Nothing."
"You were clearly writing something"
"It's none of your business, Sans." For a guy who's too lazy to get off of the couch, he sure is persistent.
"Is it like a diary?"
"No."
"So what is it."
I sigh. My head was already hurting from earlier and this wasn't making it much better, "If I tell you, will you shut up."
He chuckles, "Sure."
I sit up and look at him. He was sitting up as well, his back against the wall and a book on his lap.
"It's a list. I'm suppose to write a hundred true things and supposedly find something fascinating when I complete it."
A pause. "Maybe it's not something that you're trying to find. Not here at least."
"Huh" I ask stupidly.
Sans closes his book, a phalange holding his place, and looks at me straight in the eyes.
"Maybe you're trying to find something," he points a boney finger at the place where my heart is, "in yourself."
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The Book of One Hundred Truths|| Sans x Reader
FanfictionYou are a liar. A huge one, as a matter of fact. But you're given a book by your aunt who told you to write down at least one hundred true things. It doesn't seem so bad right? But what happens when your cousin's friend won't stop bugging you about...
