Dear You,

847 48 23
                                        


Dear you, 

It's been a while, hasn't it. What was it almost a year? The memories have been running through our minds since the moment you were gone. We missed you. It may be almost dangerous how much we've missed you. The memories are like a slide show sometimes. It always starts with that one day at school. Do you remember? The day when we gave you our jacket. Or when you performed that dangerous stunt during our experiment. Still pretty pissed about that by the way. Or when we had to pick you up from that party after those guys were being creeps. Wish we could have punched them but you know, violence is only the answer sometimes. Like when we decked that kid for beating you up for 4 years. God that felt good. One of our favorites is the time you shot pickup line after pickup line at us. Followed by you completely losing your cool when we shot one back. Very memorable.


We picked up on your little habits as well. Like doodling on ourselves to remember things. We like to think we got a little braver too. Like how you sacrificed everything for those kids. You remember right? The orphanage kids were the sweetest. You were always brave. Even when we were kids and you got chased through the woods after standing up for us. Stupid but brave. Anyway, If we keep thinking of these memories we may start crying. Not a good look for us don't you think kid? 


But you're back. You're actually back. We can't wait for you to be back. We love you. We'll see you soon kid. Love you. 

        ~Sans and all our forms

SansxReader ^Oneshots^ Requests openWhere stories live. Discover now