3rd person POV
Years after that moment, sans been living with papyrus, Still crushing on him.
Papyrus got this weird costume they made for a party, It was awkward whenever he needed to pick up something In front of sans, Because the pants they chose for it..Barely could be qualified for even being pants.
it..Was.. Surprising honestly, How he stayed so confident all these years, While sans lost it..The day he joined highschool.
Sans thought about if he should ever tell papyrus how he felt, or just keep it a secret by drinking it out at grillbys.
But..It didn't work out this time when papyrus had to come get him after he was intoxicated.
"SANS, YOU REALLY SHOULD STOP DRINKING, WHAT IF YOU ACCIDENTALLY DUST YOURSELF?" Papyrus sat next to the drunken skeleton, Noticing this weird heart shape in one of his eyes.
(I'm really bad with drunk characters, So bare with me..Also Rape is incoming.)
"paaaap~ you really need to stop worrying~ I might have an idea to help with that~ to get things off your miind~" Sans was crawling towards papyrus, Pinning him onto the couch.
"SANS! LET ME GO." Papyrus struggled a bit, trying to forcefully move sans off
Papyrus was getting ready to scold sans for his actions again, Until he felt something on his spine.
Sans was roughly rubbing Papyrus' spine, Making Papyrus Gasp Sharply.
"S-SAans..This is highly innopropiate!" Papyrus' voice went softer, Sans picked up the pace with rubbing his spine.
The heart in sans' eye went away the moment papyrus released a moan, Panicking he quickly stumbled off him, Falling on the floor.
'Shitshitshitahitshit what the fuck was I doing?!' Sans thought running upstairs to his room, locking it immediately.
Papyrus was still comprehending what happened.
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I'll always be there (Classic Fontcest.)
RomanceSans has had a crush on his brother ever since Paps Began 4th grade, He never learned what most things were, Because Gaster was never there for them, And sans just felt awkward talking about such topics with the brother he currently has a crush on.
