A Trip To A Camp (Part 1)

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(OKAY OKAY OKAY!  I do these kinda often and they are annoying...I just wanna thank everyone for reading, possibly enjoying and voting for this story!  ^-^  Enjoy!

Also...ALL MONSTERS HAVE SOULMATES IN THIS STORY.  SO.  GUESS WHO'S NEXT TO FIND THEIR SOULMATE!?)



"No worries, I'm certain this is the right way, bro.  I checked the map several times and the GPS says so too."  Sans grinned, holding tightly onto the car wheel.

"THAT DOES NOT REASSURE ME, SANS!  I WANT TO KNOW THIS IS THE RIGHT WAY."  Papyrus commented.

"Bro, the GPS has been directing me the whole way.  It wasn't wrong when we went driving to Mc. Donald's the other day, was it?"  Sans explained to his brother, not peeling his white, pin-pricked eyes from the road.

"WELL, THAT IS TRUE; BUT THAT WAS A MUCH SHORTER DISTANCE.  YOU'VE BEEN DRIVING FOR TWO HOURS NOW."  Papyrus retorted.

"Not true, bro.  We've stopped several times for many different reasons within that time."  Sans lazily grinned over his shoulder at his brother, before turning back forwards.  I was in the passenger's seat, Papyrus was in the back with Frisk and Flowey would meet us at the campsite.  Toriel was spending the week with Asgore.  Mettaton and Marilyn would be meeting us at the campsite tomorrow.  Originally, they were coming today, but something came up and Mettaton and to postpone it by a day.  They didn't say what had come up though.

"SANS!  IT'S STILL BEEN TWO HOURS!  THIS IS A MUCH LONGER DISTANCE THAN MAC, DONALD'S."  Papyrus sighed rather loudly.

"Heheh.  What do you think, (name)?"  Sans questioned, glancing at me with a wink before he turned back to the road.

"Hm."  I pretended to think about it.  "I trust your direction---and the GPS' direction."  I giggled.

"Aw, you don't believe that I could get there on my own?"  He frowned--but I saw he was joking, so I continued.

"Hmmmm...I dunno, Sans, I think the GPS has a very good sense of direction; but if you think otherwise.."  I giggled again.

"Nah, no way.  It's the tiny mice that live in the GPS that have good senses of direction, not the actual box."  Sans smirked.

"THERE ARE NO MICE IN THE PHONE, SANS!"  Papyrus yelled, annoyed.

"Are you sure about that, bro?  I'm pretty sure there's something in that box and not just a computer chip."  Sans grinned.  "Although a chip sounds good right about now."

"SANS!  THINK ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN FOOD."

"Hmm.  I dunno, Papy, food does sound good right about now.  What do you think, Frisky?  Stop and get some food from the back?"  I turned my head over my shoulder as I asked Frisk.

"FINE.  WE CAN HAVE FOOD IF FRISK WANTS."

'Chips?'  Frisk signed/asked.

"Sure, if that's want you want to eat!"  I encouraged.

'Okay!'  Frisk dug in the snacks backpack, before pulling out a packet of (whatever kind of chips you want).

"Nice!"  I gave them a thumbs up and grin.

"Oh, look!  We're at a park."  Sans parked the car in the parking lot/carpark and turned the ignition off.  "What splendid timing."  He grinned lazily.  That's when I realized...'he planned this...somehow...'

"Perfect!"  I cheered.

"UNUSUAL THAT THERE'S A PARK RIGHT WHEN WE PLAN ON STOPPING AND EATING."

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