I'm Not Sharing! (Fresh!Sans X Reader X Unfresh!Sans) [Abandoned]

Chapter Eight

-(y/n)'s P.O.V-

School's over... Which means it's time to put my plan into action.

After rushing to get my things from my locker, I raced to the front of the school, where I found Fresh about to enter a car.

"Fresh, wait!" I shouted while running up to Fresh.

Fresh stopped and turned to me.

"Hey (y/n). Need something?" Fresh questioned.

"Yeah... I was curious if you'd be up for... A sleepover..." I explained through pants.

Fresh looked a bit shocked.

"Um... Sure... Is that okay with you mom?" Fresh questioned while turning to his mother.

"That works with me. You seem like a sweetheart. We'd be happy to have you over. Are your parents okay with that?" Fresh's mom questioned.

"Yeah. They're fine with it." I said.

"In that case... Hop on in. You can sit in the back with Fresh." Fresh's mom said.

Yes!

Fresh and I then hoped in the back, where Unfresh was sitting.

... Hehe...

Unfresh gave me a suspicious look.

"What're you doing here?" Unfresh asked after taking an earbud out.

"I'm coming for a sleepover." I explained.

Unfresh looked a bit worried.

And he should be.

For I intend to win this game.

Fresh's mom then started to head to their home.

"Will you need to grab anything at your house before the sleepover? If so, we can drop by your house." Fresh's mom questioned.

... I didn't consider that...

"Yeah. If that isn't a bother Mrs. Fresh's mom."

Fresh's mom laughed.

"It isn't a bother. And you can just call me Mrs. Freshy. 'Freshy' for short." Mrs. Freshy said.

I then gave Mrs. Freshy the directions to my house.

After I arrived, I raced inside.

"Hey (y/n)." Mom said.

Crap...

... I never actually told her about the sleepover...

"Hello." I said.

Mom gave me a suspicious look.

"Okay, spill. What're you up to?" Mom asked.

"... Just having a sleepover with a friend." I answered.

Mom luckily didn't ask who I'd be having the sleepover with and went back to her cooking.

"Alright then. Have fun!" Mom said.

"Thanks."

I then raced to my bedroom, stuffed some clothes and other necessities in my sleepover bag, and raced back outside.

"Thanks for waiting." I said as I struggled to stuff my things in the car.

"You really thought we'd leave you?" Mrs. Freshy questioned.

"Well... No..." I said, as I continued to struggle.

"Let me help with those." Fresh said before tossing my things in the back of the car.