*A familiar golden light shines in the room.
*A face looms over you, threatening to topple over.
*WAKE UP
Gasping for breath, Chara sat up as straight as possible, resulting in a painful crash with Fresh's skull. Both of them toppled backwards, landing squarely on their backsides.
Looks like Fresh actually fell.
"Ow.... That was totes unfresh ma super unturbular broski..." Fresh groaned, slowly getting up.
His face was heavily tinged with a light purple blush, his shades- for once -blank. He seemed at a loss for words.
"Ugh... For the last time, don't. Call. Me. BROSKI!!! I don't like you, never will!"
Clutching her chest, she got up into a kneeling position, eyes fixed menacingly on Fresh, a light red blush covered her pink cheeks. Her back was against the wall.
Both were extremely flustered, seeing they were going to kiss if they fell in the opposite direction.
For a heartbeat, no one dared move.
But only for a hearbeat.
(HMMMMMMM IS THIS THE BEGINNING OF A SHIPPU????)
Both slowly getting up, Sans was quite confused. What was Fresh blushing at? Chara? Oh, how he wished he could see what Fresh saw. Shrugging, he decided it didn't really matter. He summoned a bone and spun it around between his fingers. He was glad he wasn't in Fresh's shoes.
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IM ALIVE
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Sorry
YOU ARE READING
Tired
FanficThis 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...
