Chorophobia, from the Greek word choro meaning "to dance," is an irrational fear of dancing or anything resembling dancing, even of watching others do it.
This is not a very good fear to have when everyone you know is a dancer.
This is not a very go...
(A/N: Whoops, I just noticed that I haven't updated in two months. Haha, sorry about that.)
Your POV
I awoke to hear voices and laughter from downstairs. Curious, I tried to get out of bed but then realized that bony hands kept me caged in the bed.
Crap.
I tried to wriggle out of Sans's grasp, but to no avail. "HALP!" I shouted. "I'M STUCK!"
Sans only began to snore.
What a great boyfriend he is! Note the sarcasm.
It felt weird to finally call him my boyfriend.
"GENEVIIIIIEEEEEVE!" I called my sister like a mature adult would in this situation.
It was now that I heard the quiet chattering from downstairs.
I then heard a giggle and two sets of feet coming up the stairs. "What, you need help?" Genevieve teased.
"LORD HAVE MERCY!" I yelled, trying to struggle again but unable to escape.
Hushed compromise ensued then complete silence came over the house. "We can help you under one condition," my sister began.
Unfazed by her word choice of "we" since I was already aware of a newcomer in the house, I let out a sigh. "Fine. Name your price."
There was more whispering.
"You have to tell us the entire story of what happened under Mount Ebbot," Genevieve stated.
"Deal! I'll do anything. Just help me out!"
The door suddenly opened revealing my sister and another Sans.
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I squinted, trying to remember if my Sans or Ink said anything about this Sans. "Are you from... Aftertale?" I questioned to his surprise.
"u-uh, yeah, actually," he said quietly, rubbing his arm.
I pumped my fist and closed my eyes, whispering, "Yes." I actually didn't expect to get that right but cOOL!
"Awe, Jazzy loves you," Gen teased, wrapping her right arm around Aftertale Sans. Oh my stars, I love it so much. I began to imagine ship art in my mind, humming as I tried to picture it.
"Looks like you love Aftertale Sans," I shot back, sticking out my tongue.
"Oh yes, and he loves me too!" she replied simply, planting a kiss on his cheek. Okay, I didn't expect her to say that but that just makes me ship it more.
His face went red as he awkwardly laughed. "er, y-you can just call me geno..."
Sans snored louder.
"Getting back on topic," I said briskly, struggling.
"Right. Geno, you get that side," my sister told him, pointing at Sans's left. Nodding, he grabbed his left arm while she grabbed his right arm. "And... PULL!"
The two of them grunted as they managed to free me. I scrambled out, landing on my stomach on the carpet with a yelp.
Sans stirred. "it's so coooold, but i don't wanna get uuuuuup," he complained, hugging himself.
"Sucks to be you," I teased, sticking out my tongue.
"Let's go get breakfast. I'm too lazy to make it so wanna go out? How does McDonald's sound?" Genevieve suggested, shrugging.
"Sure." I linked arms with her and she linked arms with Geno. "Goodbye, Jazzy."
"what no i want food."
"Too baaaaad!" I sang, still in my clothes from yesterday since I never changed. It was an upside at least. Also, I took a shower before we had Gen's cheesecake so I didn't smell like I spent a few years without showering.
Which is basically how it went.
Don't get me wrong, I took quick swims in Waterfall to somewhat clean myself off, but it didn't do much and I ended up smelling like fish.
I blame Undyne.
"jazzy, last chance," Geno warned.
"geno, that you? ugh, fine, whatever." He slowly rose, his bones rattling. "i'm hungry anyway."
"Yay!" I cheered. "C'mon, McDonald's has ketchup."
