(Frisk)
Chara seemed a little nervous "2 things. Number 1, I noticed that you didn't signed up for it yet, so I signed you up for the annual district dance competition, that will take you to the national dance competition if you come in first or second place!" My eyes widened in shock "Chara, those are the most hardest competitions in the world! My dancing skills aren't good enough for stuff like that! What's number 2?"
My remembered that I was not alone in the room and blushed since they couldn't hear Chara. She started yelling in the phone, making me move it away from my ear, allowing everyone to hear "why do you have my clothes ans shoes!? You always fuss at me for taking your stuff yet you've been taking my stuff the whole time!" I slowly moved the phone back to my ear "I didn't steal it! I was just borrowing it from you...with out you knowing it! I was gonna give it back to you... eventually" "yeah right!!!" I could tell that she was a little happy from her tone. I hung up and looked back at every one "what competition were you talking about punk?!" "Just the hardest competition in the world! It's the annual district dance competition that will take you to the national dance competition" "WELL SANS IS NOW YOUR COMPETITOR BECAUSE HE SIGNED UP FOR THAT ONE THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL, HUMAN!" Mettaton pulled me into a hug from behind, lifting me up a bit "but Darling~ you can't go up against Sans! You're too innocent to lose my darling~!" I tried to wiggle my way out out of Mettaton's grasp "I know that Sans is perfect but I can at least try to beat him" Mettaton suddenly dropped me. I looked around and saw Mettaton and Undyne with smug looks on their faces, Alphys and Papyrus with shocked looks on their faces, and Sans was looking away with a deep cyan blush covering his face.
(Sorry for the super short chapter but I'll make the next one longer. bye!)
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Dancetale: dance of love (Frisk x Sans)
RomanceShy, beautiful, 16 year old Frisk goes back to school, now with monsters. After meeting pun-loving sans, feelings grow, but will they let their feelings grow into a dance of love?