Everyone thinks your at least 18, but your actually 1018. You're an elf who lives in the big city after fleeing your home, and one day, the barrier breaks and monsters are up on the surface again, and you try to be friends with them, even though if...
After watching Netflix for about an hour, I got up and decided to go and make potions for Undyne. I get up, "Hey, where you going?" Sans asks, sounding ever so slightly disappointed. "I going to my library to make potions and drop books off, wanna come?" I ask. Sans got a little suprised look, "Ya have a library?" He asks. I nod, and smile. He got up, and I got a bag, consisting of romance novels, modern day technology, and other genres. We both walked down the hall, and faced the wall at the very end. "Uh, sweetheart? I think that's just a wall." He says bluntly. I grin, and just to freak him out, I take a running head start and jump through, landing in my study.
I hear confused yelling. I shove my head through the hporthole and kiss Sans's nose. He blushes like a tomato. I take his hand and pull him through, "This is my library and study! We're located in Iceland!" I say. It seemed to be night here, as I could see the northern lights flowing outside the windows. Sans looks around, "Hows tat supposed ya work?" He says awe-struck. I sigh, "Well, that wall we just walked through is a porthole to my study. I had it put there when I moved from here to America a few years back. I have visitors, not many humans can see them though. They lounge downstairs in the caverns.
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(That's What yer study looks from the outside. You had a spell placed on it so only creatures of magical capabilities could see and enter it.)
I hear the swish of wings coming up the stairs. The two Fay sisters, Elenore and Adryia, the keepers of the nearby forest, entered the room.
Adryia gave me a flying jump kick to the head, "ITS ABOUT TIME YOU SHOWED UP, Y/N! WE THOUGHT YOU DIED!" I fell to the floor, dazed. I felt someone pick me up, and Elenore started rubbing her cheek against my head, "Oh, we where so worried, how have you been? Are you hurt? Is everything fine in America?" She asks, grabbing my shoulders and getting a good look at me, "oh, you have changed!" She exclaims.
I pull Elenore and Adryia into a hug? "Who's that?" Adryria says, pointing to Sans. I giggle, "He's my boyfriend!" I say. Sans blushes, as the two Fay start their motherly analysis.
"He's a little 'emo' as they call it... rough around the edges, but I can tell he's sweet!" Elenore says holding her chin.
"He's strong that's good. Y/n don't got no time for a weak idiot! Though, he has a very possessive aura.." Adryia confirms.
The Fay tackle sans and cry anime tears, "OUR CHILDS ALL GROWN UP!" They say together. I blush, and Sans is barking at them to get off. They let go, "Sorry, but, what's your name?" Elenore asks. He straightens his jacket, "It's Sans. Sans the skeleton." He says. Adryia squeals, "Oh. My. God. I'm taller than Sans! From this perspective, he's actually freaking adorable!" She coos. Sans flusters, "I am not adorable! I've taken more souls than you can count!" He barks. Adryia and Elenore clutch each other, "Oh no! So scary!" They say playfully.
I sneak next to Sans, "Don't mind them. They may seem a little immature for three million years old, but they still act a little like human teenagers." I whisper to Sans. "Uh huh..." he mumbles. Adryia leans in, "You better keep her safe or we'll turn you into a skeletal cat. Got it, mate?" Adryia says. Sans nods his head quickly, "Yes maám!" He says. Adryia chuckles darkly, then regains her normal self. "Do you have any books from America? We finished reading all the books in here ages ago!" Elenore whines. I hand her the bag of books, and she digs out the first one. A romance novel. She was obsessed with those. Elenore squeals, and flys down stairs to the lounge. We watch her go. Adryia shrugs, and grabs a horror story by Steven King. She, was somehow obsessed with those.
