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I wake up to the sun's rude alarm. I stand up and stretch my bones and get dressed. I better get to my post or Papyrus'll get mad at me.
I trudge to my post and lay my head down. Suddenly the sound of footsteps startles me awake. I look up .
"How can I help-" It's him. Its the other... me.
"Hey. What're you doin' here."
"I-Its my post." I stutter.
"Why are you dressed up like me? Who are ya?" He asked me who I am. Again. What do I say? Who am I?
"Who are ya? Whats yer name, bub?"
"Sans." I sit up straitening myself.
"What do ya know. That's my name too." I think about this. It would make sense. "Woah, whats with your face? It's all red." What? I feel my cheeks. They're warm.
Am I blushing??
"You know your kinda cute when you blush." I feel my cheeks redden even more as he says it. "HA! I knew it! You WERE blushing! "
"What? No! I'm just really hot!"
"I know." I feel all the heat in my bones go into my face. I must be as red as a tomato.
"I-I mean cold! I was really cold!" I stammer. Why am I acting like this??
"Want me to warm you up?" I practically freeze.
"No. I mean. I DON'T KNOW. BYE." I get up and I start to leave but right before I can I feell something grab my arm.
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Kustard
FanfictionWhen Classic is asked who he is by red sans he starts wondering who he is and who he wants to be. Classic Sans and Red Sans are very different and yet so alike. They feel the need to protect each other and be with each other at all times. Perhaps th...
