So, ummmm is anyone else triggered by Dreammare?
Im ok with it...
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Sans' POV
"Ok, kid, Frisk, Chara, whoever you are right now, I think it's time to RESET."
I think that this is the first no MERCY run that I had smiled in. The last few moments were fun. Too bad Papy and the others aren't here....
"Yeah, it's about tim-"
The kid was cut off by sound of the footsteps of another stranger.
"ѧһһ, яєṡєṭṡ. ʏȏȗя єṅṭıяє ƿѧṡṭ, ẇһѧṭ ʏȏȗ ѧяє ıṅ яıɢһṭ ṅȏẇ, ѧṅԀ ẇһѧṭ ʏȏȗ ẇıʟʟ һѧṿє ʟѧṭєя..." The stanger chuckled a bit. "I єṅṿʏ ʏȏȗ. ṭһıṡ ıṡ ṡȏ ṃȗċһ ṃȏяє ƿєѧċєғȗʟ ṭһѧṅ ṭһє ʟıғє ı ʟєѧԀ. ɢȏ ѧһєѧԀ, яєṡєṭ. ṭһє ṭıṃєʟıṅє ẇıʟʟ jȗṡṭ ɢʟıṭċһ ṃȏяє, ċѧȗṡıṅɢ ṃȏяє Ԁıғғıċȗʟṭıєṡ."
I slowly turned my head around, miraculously not blushing anymore, and the sight that was in front of me almost made me jump back.
For the second time that day, I felt like teleporting away.
A quite tall, dark skeleton was just standing there, constantly glitching. A few faint scar lines were scattered across his body. His deep mismatched eyesockets bored into mine, making me shiver. Bright blue tear-like streaks were in lines under his red eyesockets, some of his face buried into a tattered old scarf that has been mended carefully countless times. Dressed in a black hoodie and shorts not unlike mine, he radiated power.
His voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"ʏȏȗ Ԁȏ ҡṅȏẇ ıṭ'ṡ яȗԀє ṭȏ ṡṭѧяє ѧṭ ƿєȏƿʟє, яıɢһṭ?"
"Uh- oh, yeah! Sorry..." I grinned sheepishly. Just who was this guy? Judging by the look on the kid's face, they didn't seem to recognize him either. My day went frkm devastating to emotional to flirting to this
What has my life become?
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Nauseous headaches are annoying....
Sorry for the short chapter
YOU ARE READING
Tired
FanfictionThis was my first story. Sans, after a round of particularly draining RESETS, wants to get to the root of the problem. And so, he asks. He gets an answer, but things start to jumble and blend into an incomprehensible mixture of worlds and theories...
