"w-wake up" sans says to you in the bed you, dried up tears on your face, cheeks red as a tomato. you sniffed, what's that you smell... bacon!! you hug sans and kiss him on the cheek jokingly and run to the kitchen your razor blade falls out of your pocket. you eat your food while sans brush his teeth then eats hot chips. "why was there a blade in your pocket, y/n?, please don't tell me your cutting..." tears run down your face, " i didn't want you too know"....
