The Lovers-Underfell Sans X Reader DISCONTINUED

Chapter Nineteen-Books

Sighing, I turned off the TV. I wished that Sans would have stayed a little longer. It was nice to spend time with him. He made me happy and calm. Those feelings were rare. They felt nice, though, and I wanted to have them for as long as possible. How could I have those feelings if Sans continued to leave me?

I stared out the window of my living room into the streets outside. In the corner of my eye, I saw a box fall from a trashcan. When I looked, I saw a seal point snowshoe cat. It was only the neighborhood stray. She was running and jumping across the street to get to the house of a nice lady.

The lady grew carrots and had a dog that always had a torn red bandana. Usually cats and dogs don't get along, so I didn't know why the dog never chased away the cat. I also didn't know why that stray kept going to the carrot farmer. It was almost like they all were a group of friends of different species. I liked to watch their little acts of nonsense. They were just so strange.

As the cat disappeared from my view and into the bushes in front of the farmer's house, I left the window and went to my desk. The story I was working on needed to be finished and the only way it would be finished is if I finished it. Not like I had any ideas for it, anyways. I could always try, though. Trying never hurt anything.

So, I sat down in front of my computer and opened my text editing software. I didn't have any ideas at the time, so I just sat there and waited for the ideas to start. Yet, no matter how much I waited, nothing came to me. That was not the best thing to happen. This story needs to be finished before the deadline I had promised. At least, that deadline was not until next year.

I sighed. Sadly, I was not tired, so I could not go to sleep and dream about potential ideas. There really was nothing I could do about my writer's block. This is why I hated them. They only got in the way of my work. Writer's blocks were the absolute worst possible things in the entire world. Well, at least for me.

Instead of sleeping, I decided to go to my bookshelf and take my favorite book to read. I always would read this book when I was bored or had nothing better to do with my time. Even though I probably had read it millions of times, the book never got old. My favorite part still made me feel those feelings I had felt when I first read it and the characters still made me happy most of the time. There were some parts that I didn't like, though. Those parts I didn't really read as excitedly as the other parts.

I read the book until the very end. I was always sad that the book ended, but I guess it couldn't be helped. Everything had to end someday. Books were like tales that proved that fact. The first time it happens, you have no clue of what will happen. The second time, however, you know and you are ready. Sometimes, you forget something, though. Those times were the times that you get surprised at the ending once again.

Not that life was like that, though. You could never actually go back and live your life once again. So, the first end would surprise you and there would be no other ends. Your choices would decide the end and that was final. Sometimes, though, I wished I could go back in my life and change a few decisions I had made. That was impossible, though. It would never be possible and I knew it.

Taking my mind away from the thoughts I had that suddenly became deep, I put the book back into its place on the shelf and went back to my writings. Maybe if I waited long enough I would have some ideas. Perhaps reading my favorite book had inspired me.

i was correct. After a few minutes that felt like hours, I was writing again. The ideas just flowed from my mind and onto my screen. This story would be good, I just knew it.