A blocky man kicked down the door instantly destroying the entire house, and he sauntered up to Sans, who was blushing at the raw power of the man standing before him. Sands had never seen anyone like him, six feet tall, large and blocky, eyes as blue the sea, shirt as cyan as cyan, and a longing in his soul that only Sans could fix. Sans was speechless. True beauty was standing before him. The blocky man introduced himself. "I am Steve, hombre, but you can call me Sbeve." He spoke in a thicc Mexican accent. He also wore a sombrero. Sans' cat ears perked up. "O-oops!" He said as he quickly put his hood on, blushing brighter than a supernova. Steve blushed in a blocky fashion. "Hey." Sbeve said. "Do you wanna go for a walk around da block?" Sans Sans blushed even more, it was getting relatively difficult to look at. "O-of course."
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The Plight Of Steve and Sans Book 2
SpiritualI have osteoporosis. Do not read unless you have read Danny Devito x Reader x Minion, because you will be severely lost.
