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

Chapter Nine

-Unfresh's P.O.V-

As I was relaxing in my bed, just being lazy, I heard a loud voice shout something.

"Yes! I beat you!"

(y/n)'s voice.

I groaned deeply.

I understand that she's our guest, but she really needs to learn how to be quiet when other people are trying to relax!

I then stood up and walked to Fresh's room, where I found (y/n) and my brother discussing something.

Very loudly.

"I demand a rematch!" Fresh shouted.

"Like that will change anything." (y/n) scoffed.

I scowled.

"Can you two shut up? I'm trying to relax!" I questioned rather loudly, making sure they could both hear me.

Both Fresh and (y/n) turned to me.

"Oops. Sorry bro." Fresh said.

"Don't 'oops' me! You know I get migraines very easily!" I hissed out.

(y/n) looked concerned, before smiling.

"What're you smiling about?" I questioned.

"I win!" (y/n) exclaimed.

Fresh looked utterly confused.

"What game?" Fresh questioned.

"Well, Unfresh and I made a bet to see if I could learn three facts about him that aren't physical in under twenty-four-hours. Whoever lost would be the other person's maid or butler for the weekend. And I just won!" (y/n) explained.

"Oh really? Then tell me what you've learned." I said while crossing my arms.

"For starters... You like metal music. I heard you listening to it at school... And from the fridge downstairs I learned that you sing... And finally... You just admitted that you get migraines very easily. BOOM!" (y/n) listed, exclaiming the last part.

My face fell into a frown.

... I can't believe it...

... I lost...

"So yeah... What's your size? I want to be able to order your butler costume in time for this weekend. It's only Tuesday, so it should be here in time." (y/n) questioned.

I quickly mumbled my size, hoping (y/n) wouldn't hear it.

But she did.

(y/n) happily wrote down the size in her notebook.

"Perfect. Don't worry, I won't make your life a living nightmare. I'm not that mean." (y/n) said in a semi-evil voice.

... Can I really trust her?

All I can really say is that I'm not looking forward to this weekend...

... Not at all.

-Fresh's P.O.V-

I frowned.

... Did (y/n) only want to have a sleepover with me so that she could win the bet with Unfresh...?

(y/n) must've seen my frown or been able to read my thoughts because she put a hand on my shoulder.

"No need to be so down. Yes, I do admit that the main reason I wanted to come over was to win the bet. But that doesn't mean we still can't have a fun evening... Right?"