A\N: I have no idea what to do with this story- it was supposed to end, like, ten chapters ago, but my 2 AM mind just HAD to continue it.
It doesn't mean that I'm discontinuing it, though.
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'My friend, whatever's the matter? You look like you've seen better days...'
"Nuffin', Grillbs *hic*, just t-the saaame old schtuff... That I'll *hic* have to *hic* work out little by l-little..."
Sans's alcohol tolerance was unsurprisingly high, as he was downing his fifth bottle of ketchup, and he hadn't even been there for fifteen minutes yet.
"It'ssz j-j-just that *hic* moment when *hic* you- ugh, my head- find out somffin that t-takes you by suurrrprize."
Grillby learned a long time ago to not question the logistics of a drunk skeleton.
"L-Like when zhis mornnning, I found out th-that Fresh is m-my brotherrr," Sans slurred, opening his sixth bottle.
The fire monster slid a seventh one across the counter.
'But hasn't Fresh always been your younger brother?...'
"Naw, n-not exactly"
Sans exhaled, recalling the new memories implanted in his mind.
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Snowflakes floated lightly in the air. Deep in Snowdin Forest, Papyrus, Fresh and he were building snowmen and chatting about the latest news going around.
The masterpieces were finally complete. While Sans's was only a heap of snow lying on the ground with his name written on the side, his brothers' were true pieces of art.
Papyrus had sculpted a full-sized copy of him, with an extra bright red scarf tied around the neck, in his signature cool pose. He copied the stance the snowman was in and stood next to it.
Fresh had also built a full-sized model of himself. Hands in pockets, sheets of snow for shades, cap, including the twirling thing on top, and the patterns. Everything was on point.
Laughing, they returned home for supper.
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His old memories never contained even a trace of Fresh. Now he was his younger bro.
However...
Sans loved Fresh. And not in the sibling way either. He loved the 90's nightmare in a way that whenever he approached the neon monster, his SOUL pounded rapidly in his chest and he became all flustered.
Now that he was family, he couldn't attempt a relationship. Not unless...
"S-sorry Grillbz, I-I have to *hic* go..."
Grillby held up a hand to motion for him to stay; too late. Sans had already teleported off.
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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...
