"Steve, h-how did you survive?" Sans spoke, his voice trembling like a little bitch. "I have incredibly thick skin. No blade can pierce me." OWO (But he knew something that could OWO OWO) Sans ran in to hug the blocky figure of bravery, but the edges were too sharp and Sans whimpered like a dog that had just been kicked by an abusive Mexican man named Alfred who was 45 and lived with his four siblings, always wore white tank tops and drank regularly. Too specific? I have suppressed issues. Steve went in for a kiss. Sans wanted to pull away, as they had just met, but in the heat of the moment, their lips (I guess blocks just clanked against some teeth) Pressed against together and they had a moment. "I-I think I love you, Steve." Sans said, filled with determination. "Sans." Steve whispered. "Y-yes?" Sans whispered back. Sbeve dropped onto one knee, he pulled out a tiny blocky diamond ring. "I mined hours for this Sans, when I saw your tinder profile I knew we were soulmates, marry me, por favor?" Sans cried like a fucking baby. His cat ears grew in size, just like something else OWO "YES, YES, A THOUSAND TIMES YES, well, technically It's only 2 yeses but in this particular instance I am stating that I would very much like to be married to you, my blocky beauty." Sans continued to cry like a bitch while caressing Steve's smooth surfaces (and something else OWO)
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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.
