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Do not play music until you see the heart cue♥︎
Chapter One - Sans
Things to know:
(Y/N) - Your First Name
(S/N) - Sibling Name
(M/N) - Mom's name
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Your Point of View
I walk into my house. I take my shoes off, and call to my parents - letting them know I'm here. My younger sibling, who shouldn't be home right now, comes running down and hugs me.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)!" He exclaims. I hugged (S/N).
"Shouldn't you be at school?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"I got sick- HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" I pick the yelling child up, and deliver him to his bedroom.

I lay him in bed, and tell him not to leave. Then I take my own leave.

I head to my bedroom, and lay down, this afternoon is already starting to tire me out.

Sad part about it, it's not even Five yet.
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I walk around the house, in search for my button-eyed plush - Sans the Skeleton.

I've had him for a while now, we're pretty good friends. What's even weirder about him - that I actually like - is the fact that I can see him in my dreams.

Some say that's bad, but really, does it  look like I care about that? He's my plush, not yours.

What I don't understand about him, is how he's in mint condition. I've had him for at least 3 years. He should be starting to wear a little.

But, then again, that could be my eyes fooling me. The mind is a prankster these days. I see my mom cooking, so I run up to her.

"Hey mom, have you seen Sans?" She's gotten used to me calling him by that name.
"No, last I saw him he was in your room. I'll keep an eye out for him." She tells me, before going back to cooking.

I bolt back to my room, and look around for him. I see him hiding under my bed. I don't understand. How?

"I could've sworn I put you on the bed when I left for school this morning.." I talkto him. He, obviously, doesn't respond.

So, I just prop him up in my lap. I turn on the TV, and go to netflix. I turn on my favorite show, and watch at least 3 episodes.

"Dinner's ready!" My mom calls. Because I want to convince myself I'm not crazy, I take a picture of Sans, while he sits on my bed.

I then bolt down the stairs. I vsit in my usual seat at the table.
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"-and that's when (Y/N) threw me into bed!" My over dramatic sibling exclaims.
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Alright! We get it!" Our mom broke the fight. I continue eating our dinner. Which, happily, is pancakes!

Dad stays quiet, as he watches news in the living room. He does that. He's just..dad.

Mom, however, loves sitting in here with me and little (S/N). She enjoys hearing the stories we tell while we eat.

"So, (Y/N), did you ever find Sans?" Mom asks, looking at me. I nod, and decide to tell the paranormal story.

"I put him on my bed this morning. But, when I went in there this afternoon when I went there, I found him under my bed. Like someone went in there!" I look at (S/N) suspiciously.

He's a suspect. He's one to be there and hide my stuff. What makes him even higher on the suspicion list, he was home. All day. Giving him time to hide it while I'm gone.

"Don't look at me! I didn't do it!" (S/N) yells out.

"Hey, (M/N), could you come here for a second?" Mom leaves towards dad.

"I know you moved Sans." I break the brief silence.
"No. I didn't. I'm being honest with you." (S/N) says snottily.
"I'll prove it!"
♥︎ Go ahead and stop the music
We head into my room, and open the door. Sans isn't on the bed, again. Both of our faces go into questioning looks.

We look at each other, and look under the bed. He's sitting there. Again.

Before one of us could say a thing about this, mom says it's time for bed. (S/N) heads to his room, and I grab Sans. I got into my Pajamas - I turned him around before I got dressed - so I could go to bed.

I got in bed, and hugged Sans.

"You wouldn't do this to scare me...right? We're friends...right?" I question quietly. Not expecting an answer, I fall asleep.
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Aaaand that's it.

I hope you all enjoyed! That was..pretty fun! It took forever because..reasons..

Sayonara!~

Word Count: 788

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