[ Sans x Reader ] Empire
Sometimes life gets to the point where you feel like you're a paper airplane.
One minute you're soaring, feeling like nothing can't get you down.
But then next thing you know, you're falling.
Falling and crashing into whatever's below you.
Then it starts all over again.
Someone picks you back up and throws you, making you soar yet again.
But then they watch as you fall, not stopping you or saving you from the hard impact to the ground.
The process repeats itself over and over and there's no way you can stop it.
After all, you're made of paper.
You're delicate, fragile.
You're thrown, you soar, you fall, you're picked back up, then it happens all over again until you break.
Until you crash so much that you're ruined.
Then you're thrown away.
At those times, you know that you at least have one person who will fix you.
They call you their queen and you surely are their everything.
This person is your king, he is your home.
[Undertale doesn't belong to me.]
[Artwork/Music doesn't belong to me.]
[The only thing that does belong to me is the book.]
[Also I apologize for any of the spelling errors, I type kind of fast so I don't really realize if I misspell a word or two. Sometimes I do go back and edit out the mistakes with spelling and such.]