Oof-
I usually don't cry at movies and quit, but the chinese movie that my family is currently watching downstairs is off the charts T^T
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Eyesockets protesting against him, Sans had quite a bit of trouble waking up. The only reson he couldn't fall asleep again was because bright, flashy neon colours were stuck in his line of view, covered by an extremely light lilac haze.
'Wait.... Neon? Purple?'
Sans's eyes immediately shot open, causing him to roll off the edge of the bed.
"Ow! Fresh, what are you doing here?! Didn't you go back to whatever hellhole you came from???" Sans said while rubbing the side of his head.
Fresh teleported onto Sans's desk, sitting cross-legged on top of some very important looking papers. He then opened a tiny portal, then 'bought' a bag of popcorn. He threw a couple peices into his mouth.
Chewing slowly, he lazily waved his hand and said, " Brah, when yo super diddly unrad 'tato chisp dere RESET, dey intended for moi, da supa totes turbular cool cat Fresh to stay unfreshly stuck in yo lil' universe :)"
"So that means you aren't going back to your home? I mean, if you really are staying here, I'm pretty sure my bro made some fresh spaghetti," Sans sans replied, pointing finger guns at him.
"Alright! Dats the kind of kewl spirit I'm lookin for!" Fresh's glasses now read: FR_ESH
Sighing, Sans had no choice but to go with the flow, and mentally prepared himself for when he had to tell Papyrus, al while pinching his nasal bridge.
'Oh god, please let this be a nightmare...'
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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...
