Pfft, I have plans.
And none of the are happy.
Like shit, what the f@ck.
I am going to make the reader and story even more confusing
Great right?
Also, ignore the sentences in the brackets if you can.
They're just my comments throughout the story lol
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-Sophie-
What the f@ck is life right now.
I stare at Sans right after my screech.
His pupil like white dots dilate.
His shit eating grin was now a thin line.
I felt my eyes twitch.
There was a awkward silence.
He shakes his skull, seemly to try to clear his head.
"Yup" he answered casually.
"What the fuck do you mean by roommate, Sans" I said through gritted teeth.
The smile that was planted on my face was obviously fake in this situation.
My grip on my sleeping bag was probably strong enough to rip it if I tried.
"Oh, they took my tent down" He said, still in the same position.
"Mind elaborating?"
I crossed my arms.
"It's sort of late, if you can't tell."
He mumbled, loud enough for me to hear.
He stood up.
The candle light flickered, causing the light to constantly change.
"I want to sleep."
He walked forward and shoved the blue blanket and pillow in my face.
"And I'm not sleeping in this midgety thing" he stated.
Is he calling me short?
He glanced down what I was sleeping in.
"And I don't think you need something that big."
I snuggled deeper into my sleeping bag.
"I refuse."
He gave me a "really?" Face.
I stay put in my spot.
He let out a sigh.
He walked beside me and bent down.
He grabbed me by the collar and easily pulled me up by his strength and ungodly height.
What the f@ck? He still needs healing right?!
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"Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover" (Gaster!sans X OC)
Fanfictionyeah...I'm this profiles owners sister, that's a mouthful. Anyway, I'll try to make this as none cliche and original as possible :P As you can see, I'm already failing miserably at it. This is my first fan fiction (I had this idea for like 2hours :...
