Hi! Sorry about the extremely slow updates ^^; I meant for the last chapter to come out a while ago, but you know, school... Homework... Latin qwq.... All the elements people usually say. So, again, sorry ₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄ᗣ‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎
Also, I might turn this into a Fresh x Classic at the last moment XD
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The Great Papyrus was nonetheless surprised at the similarities that a complete stranger had with his lazy brother. This new skeleton seemed more energetic, though his posture was the same as Sans. This puzzeled him greatly. Did they have another relative they didn't know about?
Sans however, wasn't as relaxed as he seemed. His bones and joints were tensed, and if Alphys were to measure the quantity of magic in the air, the result would be pretty high. Magic threatened to flare up in his left socket. His cheeks were dusted with a faint blue blush, barely visible to everyone around him. His SOUL was beating faster than normal, pulsing and giving off waves of energy. Why? He was only sitting next to Fresh, the neon's arm draped over his shoulder. In full honesty, he wouldn't mind staying like this forever. It becomes addicting. The spaghetti on his lap wasn't helping though, it intensified the heat Sans was feeling.
He forced himself to pick up the fork to break up the painful silence in the house. "So, Paps, shall we eat?"
Papyrus jolted awake from his thougts, and promptly dropped the spaghetti tower onto Fresh.
It leaned left...
Right....
Forward....
And fell with an anti-climatic splat.
Fresh's clothes were now soiled with warm tomato sauce and slimy noodles, a smooth red seeping into a patch of neon blue on his brightly toned jacket. He somehow didn't react, he just kept on grinning, but now facing Sans.
"Thanks for da radical meal rad dad brotato chip," Fresh said in his usual confusing lingo. To not seem rude, he picked up a noodle, played with it between his fingers at first, then finally decided to slurp it down.
"I AM SO SORRY MISTER- UM, I DON'T KNOW YOUR NAME YET, BUT IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO SHOW YOU MY OVERWHELMING KINDNESS AND GREATNESS! NYEH HEH HEH!"
Sans shoved his plate towards Fresh, trying his hardest not to use his blue magic. 'HNNNNG- I must not! No! Hand, SOUL, don't you dare work against my brain! Oh nonono-' His brain was basically in a turmoil. His SOUL and mind were in a heated debate against each other, so he wasn't aware that he had accidentally tipped over his plate onto Fresh's already red stained clothes.
"SANS! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SO EAGER TO SHARE MY MAGNIFICENT SPAGHETTI WITH OUR GUEST! NYEH!" He exclaimed with the usual amount of gutso.
At this point, Sans was a blushing mess of a skeleton.
"Uhhhh, yeah Paps, totally wanted to do that..." he chuckled nervously, a hand rubbing the back of his skull.
God, could this morning get any worse?
An option only visible to him floated in the corner of his vision.
*FLIRT?*
💙YES
💙NO
Oh what the heck?
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...
