Y/N POV
April 27th, 20XX
"...Y/N. Y/N! Please- please don't leave me here alone, kiddo!"
My vision clears up, but only for a moment.
Who... Was that?
A short skeleton defies all logic by crying through his eye sockets.
Although I didn't get a good look at him, I notice a ketchup stain near the pocket of his blue zippable jacket.
Anyone who is a fan of ketchup has my respect, until they break it, that is.
My vision blurs again.
"Nggggh." I groan in shuddering pain, shivering.
A much louder voice asks something, but I cannot seem to hear the spoken question.
Someone grasps hold of me gently, as if I was made of crystal.
(user67024822 You will get this lolol)
I feel a warm embrace, even though I seem to barely clinging to life itself.
However, with my remaining strength, I am able to muster a few words out. That is, my last words.
"T-thank you-u, st-stranger... Tha-ank y-ou..."
Signed,
Y/N L/N
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KETCHUP~ SansxReader-Chan (DISCONTINUING)
FanfictionCurious? Read the book then if you want~ Warning- Major fluff and drama involved. I do not own any of the characters or Undertale. I also do not own the art I use unless I mention otherwise. Thank you and enjoy???
