Getting up at Dawn is for the Birds - sans x male reader

I'm an entire adult writing a fic about a skeleton I've been in love with since I was 12, if you've come this far I wish you luck.
This fic is intended for male-identifying persons, written by a male-identifying person, though there will be an OC provided if you're uncomfortable putting your own information into the story. But all that being said, if you're here to fetishize gay men I'm here to crush your spine.

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[y/n] had shed his coat and mittens, placing them aside so as to not overheat in the humidity thickening the air in every one of Waterfall's caves.

"Hello again,"

he greeted, as he crouched down to the largest echo flower he's been able to find; the one that's slowly but surely become his favourite. He gently reached out and cupped the undersides of the petals in his hands, admiring the plant.

"I've seen some flowers kinda like you back at home, on the surface. But they don't talk."

he watched as the flower's stamen moved back and forth as he spoke, picking up his voice.

'I've seen some flowers kinda like you back at home, on the surface,' it chattered back

another flower joined in, 'back at home, on the surface,'

the flower [y/n] was holding moved again, 'at home, on the surface,' it repeated.

He pondered what he left behind; bittersweetly. He did miss it.

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Entire story made with collaboration, love and support, all from @Sans_Enjoyer, my dear and beloved friend.