Sansational

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You are currently at Alphys' lab, waiting for your phone to get fixed.

Apparently, following Papyrus' example of crashing through windows was not a good thing to do, and it led to your phone being crushed by your weight... It's not your fault that going through windows was much faster than going through a door!

I mean—did you really weigh that much?!

You did not think you weigh that much... but your broken phone says otherwise.

Damn you phone...

You silently curse and complain about what happened when something caught your eyes. Is that what you think it is? No way! There's no possible way that it could be that there!

But it's there!

The red rectangular box with chocolate biscuits on the cover. It's here. It's actually here. Underground.

You have to have it.

Alphys walks back downstairs to where you're at, "Hey! I fixed your–"

Once you catch sight of her, you meet her halfway and snatch the phone out of her hands.

"–phone..."

...

She laughs nervously, "I-is everything alright? Why are you in such a hurry?"

You shove the red box in front of her face, "Please let me have this!"

"Uhm sure," she twiddles her fingers together. "But save me some, okay? You have no idea how hard it was to get those here."

You give her a thumbs-up with the hand you're not holding the box in and wink, "No problem! Consider some saved!"

"Bye."

You turn around and head for the exit, going to the river person for a fast way to home.

"Tra la la. Nice day we're having, right?"

"Yeah, definitely. It's going to get better for me though."

"Oh, is that so?"

"Yep!"

From behind, you see their cloaked shoulders shake a little.

"It has to do something with that box, right?"

"Maybe."

"Ah, we're here."

"Have a good one!" you wave at them and make your way to the colourful-lighted house.

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.

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"Huh? You want to play what?"

You feel his questioning look at you.

"The Pocky game!"

Sans shrug, "Sure, I guess..."

Your eyes sparkled, not literally of course.

"So, how do we play it?" he asks, glancing at the suspicious looking box you're holding in front of him.

"With this," you move your eyes from him to look at the container in your hands.

"Pokey?" his eyebrow raises a little.

"Not Po-key. Poc-ky," you correct him. "And it's one of the best snacks out on the surface!"

He grimaces, "Yeah, well, not everyone had that luxury..."

You swiftly focus the conversation back to what you were talking about it before, "Here, look—we're suppose to put this between us," you get out one of the delectable sweet sticks, put it in between your teeth, and seal your lips on it. You get closer to him and gesture for him to take the side without the chocolate between his teeth.

He gazes at you with a skeptical feeling.

"Pleashe~?" you say, Pocky still between your teeth.

"Fine," he sighs and gives in, holding the other end between his own teeth.

Inside your stomach, you get butterflies. You're really happy right now and hope this goes according to plan.

You take your mouth off your end for a bit to explain what happens next, "We eat until it's no longer there. The last one to pull away is the winner!" you place your end back into your mouth. "Ready?" you hold three fingers up.

He nods slightly, as to not let the stick go.

You start bringing down one finger at a time. Once it reaches to zero, both of you start biting into the thin chocolate biscuit.

Yes... it's going to happen... the long awaited kiss! Oh, man, you have waited forever for this! All it took was Pocky! This was foolproof–

CLINK.

Your teeth was against his teeth.

"Heh, nice try, doll."

You look up at him to find him smirking and pout.

"Remember, I don't have lips."

You're not stopping until you get that kiss that you deserve, be it without lips or not. It's the thoughts the counts, right?!

So, what do you do?

You place your lips over his non-stop grin and "kiss" him with DETERMINATION.

Your eyes were closed, so you couldn't see his reaction.

...

You stayed like that for at least ten seconds.

You pull away.

His face was inflamed with a light blue and he has light beads of sweat hanging on his skull as he searches your face for confirmation on what just transpired. He realizes that you actually did it, "Nice going, doll..."

You feel proud of yourself and place another biscuit between your lips and plead for him for another round.

The blush on his face was replaced with an exaggerated simper.

You wonder if he'll play along again.

Instead of doing what you expected him to do, he grabs the Pocky stick out of your mouth... and leans in to "kiss" you again.

It ended as quickly as it began. A deep red blush bloomed across your face, and you felt speechless.

"If you wanted another one so much, why didn't you just ask?" he eats the stolen Pocky in front of you. "I'd have no problem giving you another... or maybe two... to hell with it, how about we just do what you humans do and just make out as much as we possibly can?"

He's so forward, Jesus Christ!

...Well, you could give it a try and maybe it'll be a daily thing from now on...

"Yes!"

"You sound so enthusiastic about the idea like damn. Am I really that sanstastic?"

"Sans—Just kiss me!"

He grants your request with further ado, and you feel the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach again.

Pocky never fails~