~(Y/n) Pov
How am I supposed to pretend to be sick? I was getting ready for the day, it's not like I can cough or anything. Something like that can give my voice away. I heard a knock at my door, fixing the mask a bit more, I opened it to see Sans.
"So, how are we doin' this?" He asked, I groaned quietly.
"No idea, should I even come in at this point? I'm supposed to be sick, but I can't really fake it without giving my voice away." He knew I was right, I could tell by the look of my face.
"Okay, maybe you should just stay here and I'll take over the lesson?" I thought for a moment, nodding to the idea.
"Yeah, That should work, and if they ask what I have?" He seemed stumped by that, "Just say I have a cold." He nodded as I went to write the lesson down on a peice of paper. It was mostly about how to blend in with your surroundings so no one really suspects or senses you. I gave him the paper, and he teleported off to the training area I'm guessing. I sighed, today is the day I will die from being bored...
~Sans Pov
When I teleported to the area, everyone was there. I sighed, reading the paper for a moment.
"Where's Flame? They are usually the first here," Undyne asked me.
"Flame's sick, so they aren't gonna be here." Christian smirked.
"Free day!" He exclaimed, I shook my head.
"Nope, they left the lesson to me to teach, so let's get started," he groaned of annoyance as I read off the instructions that (Y/n) wrote.
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Sharpshooter ' Mafiatale Sans x Reader '
FanfikceYou were left to survive on your own when you were Ten. Now, your Eighteen and the monster were let free. You were known as, "The Flame," Why were you called that? To find out, read this story. NOTE: Ander, Christian and Georgie are based off real p...
