It all started with a heart attack surprise in a Halloween store, and then an embarrassing trip over a fibula in your favorite bar. And then an awkward conversation while you were just trying to apologize. And now you were there, at a monster party hiding in one hell of a messy closet. Who's exactly? The very skeleton that plagued your existence. "...uh...patella the truth, i know Pap's spaghetti draws in all of the humans but, i didn't think they would have an osteoblast in my closet." Well now if anything, you can't even look a prop one in the eyes anymore. Or in which: You date a magical talking skeleton, but it takes quite a bit of embarrassment and persistence to open up his heart. ⚠️ cursing plus small slow burn (?) suggestive jokes writing a sans x reader in 2022...this is my life.
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