Steve drew his diamond sword. "My compadres, we are about to face an adversary that has claimed the lives of any who challenge him, may the lord have mercy on our souls." Sans checked his slippers to see if his soles were intact. He's slow. Slower than usual. Like really frickin' dumb. Wow. Jospeh and Hitler drew their firearms. No, their arms weren't on fire. Don't even say it Sans. Sans' eye turned blue and his cat ears flattened. He trembled. Stupid cringe nae nae Sans baby. "Here he comes..." Steve whispered.
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The Plight Of Steve and Sans Book 2
DuchoweI have osteoporosis. Do not read unless you have read Danny Devito x Reader x Minion, because you will be severely lost.
