Chat Logs: An Alternative

Chapter 31: bit of a weird date

Tonight's the night, and Alex hasn't done an ounce of preparation. She did, however, have a very productive day filled with watching anime on her laptop, so she's got that going for her. Sadly, she still has nothing prepared for tonight.

Shit, she thinks, I'm supposed to plan the best date of his life, and I've got no inspiration whatsoever. It's already 6 p.m., and she's running out of time quickly. If she doesn't get out of bed soon, she'll lose the bet. And she really doesn't want to lose. Sans should be out working until at least nine, so she's got a few more hours to come up with the most showstopping date that skeleton-man has ever been on.

Still unable to get out of bed, she stares at the ceiling, trying to think of anything. Maybe she'll hold the date in the forest, next to the place where the campers are. That actually seems kind of cool; going for a rustic vibe seems like a good idea for a first date. She's got to make sure there aren't any wild animals, though.

A metaphorical light pings above her head, and Alex sits up quickly. The best idea ever just came to her. What about a date in the woods, but with fairy lights hung up in the trees? It would be great to chill on a blanket with hot chocolate, Netflix, and some food.

God, she thinks, I'm extra. But I have to win this if I want to make any kind of impression on him. Now, where do you find fairy lights?

Her question is answered quickly when she looks up to the ceiling again. They're basically everywhere in the camper. The whole ceiling is practically decorated with strings of colorful lights. Alex scrambles off the bed and begins the monumental task of taking off the thumbtacks that secure the strings to the ceiling.

He won't mind, will he?

A while later, the sun has set, and meters of fairy lights decorate a small secluded area in the woods. A soft blanket adorned with even softer pillows lies on the forest floor. Honestly, Alex did such a great job, and she's really proud of herself. Alex sits down on one of the pillows and decides to warm her hands after taking out her phone.

Alex: It's time for our big date...

Alex: [location]

Sans: are you finally ready to lose the crown of best date-person in the world?

Sans: btw we gotta change that title into something cooler

Sans: i'll be there in 5

Alex: cool cool

Alex: get ready to lose

It's funny, Alex thinks, she feels like she's been on tour already. The whole time she's been with Sans, she's had this overwhelming sense of deja vu. It's probably nothing, but the way Sans just seems to know stuff sometimes... It's a bit weird. Then again, it's probably nothing. Maybe it's just a side effect of fake-dating your monster best friend. That's probably it.

She ruffles her hand through her hair and shudders when a cold gust of wind flows around her. It's funny, really; she spent three hours trying to make the place (and herself) look good for a literal skeleton but didn't think once about taking a sweater with her. It's almost like a real date, only able to focus on impractical stuff beforehand.

Even though it's getting pretty dark in the woods, there's no mistaking who comes walking toward her when she spots those pink slippers treading carefully forward. In the few seconds it takes for him to spot her, Alex gets a good look at his face.

Sans seems... different, somehow. He's got this almost troubled look on his face, and he's twiddling his fingers nervously. Maybe he's actually nervous about this? No, Sans wouldn't really be nervous for a pretend date, would he? It's not really that serious.