Who the hell was that guy?! What the hell was he doin'?! Impersonatin' me?!
God...
The bastard is such a creep. When someone asks who ya are you answer them, god dammit! Instead he just ran away! How f*cking rude!
This whole place is f*cking crazy! Everyone either stares at me or runs. Them runnin' don't bother me that much, I mean, Its a nice change, but staring?! How damn rude is that?
And that creepy blue impersonator of mine? Well...
I honestly can't get him out of my damn mind. It's driving me f*cking crazy. Though... He was a cutie-
NO. NO NO NO NO. I am not fallin' for that bastard. "I ain't falling for nobody, ever!"
Oops. I said that out loud didn't I? God dammit. Their all starin' again now!
"Hey! F*ck off!!!" They all quickly turn away thank god. At least they didn't run like...
ARGH! DAMN!!
I can't get that freak outta my mind! I gotta get home or Boss'll skin me alive.
I can hear the squishin' sound of snow under my feet. It really pisses me off. Everything pisses me off. Including that-
DAMN! DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT!
That freak is stuck in my head!? What the hell!
"SANS." I look up to see boss' Angry face staring down at me.
Shit.
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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...
