FWhip grinned happily, and Sausage couldn't help but smile back, even though he was super confused about what FWhip was doing in his house at sunset.

    "Hiiii, Sausage! And other me!" FWhip said excitedly. "I hope you don't mind; we were on our way back to Gobland, but then I had the great idea of coming over to hang out and maybe talk about all of this, and it was just too good of an idea to say no to!"

    Forcing his mind to work, Sausage said, "I don't mind at all, it's always great to have you around- wait, we?"

    It was then that Sausage noticed his past self leaning on a wall under the archway, watching the interaction. Bubbles seemed to have forgotten the original incident with Mythland Sausage, because she was sitting by his feet, tail wagging. Meeting his eyes, Sausage of Mythland pushed himself off the wall and walked over. Bubbles trotted behind him but kept on going until she was by Sausage's feet, and then she laid down and began to nap.

    Mythland Sausage stopped a few feet away, standing closest to the human FWhip, about an arms-length away. He had changed from his original outfit into a cream shirt with an orange scarf around his neck, and brown pants matching the ones that the human FWhip was wearing.

    Actually, looking at the two standing together, Sausage realized that they were wearing almost identical outfits, with a few differences. Sausage wondered where he had gotten the clothes from.

    "Hello, future version of me." Mythland Sausage said grandly. Sausage got the feeling that his past self was in a playful mood, or his version of it. Unsure of how to respond, he just nodded.

    FWhip's past self said, in a teasing voice, "What, no hello for your boyfriend?"

    BOYFRIEND?

    Rolling his eyes, Sausage of Mythland grabbed the human FWhip by the shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him.

    Sausage's mind went blank. Like, everything just screeched to a stop. A/N: sausage.exe has stopped working lmao-

    Blinking at the kissing pair, Sausage felt a blush rise across his cheeks as his brain began functioning again (and realizing the implications; maybe he had more of a chance with FWhip than he though). Looking at the goblin FWhip, Sausage noticed that he was blushing so hard, his natural skin color almost looked like red instead of green.

    When the two finally broke apart, FWhip grinned up at Sausage A/N: FWhip is about an inch shorter than Sausage here and said, "Now that's how I want to be greeted from now on!"

    "Erm... you two are dating?" Sausage asked, still blushing slightly, although most of it had faded. Both of them nodded, and Sausage of Mythland said, "It's been like a year now, I think. Although technically it's been 1,001, since we're in the future now."

     It was rapidly getting dark, and most of the stars were out already, so Sausage invited everyone into his house, and they all ended up in Sausage's living room, preparing for a sleepover.

    It had been FWhip's idea, since he was already in the area and it was almost dark, and it was much smarter to sleep over than to head all the way to Gobland, which was very far away, almost an hour or two of travel through the nether.

    Sausage still wasn't entirely sure how this had happened, or why FWhip was being so much more friendly all of a sudden. Not to say that he was mean before, but they didn't really interact much. Occasionally they crossed paths at meetings, or hanging out with mutual friends, but that was about it.

    Now FWhip was acting like they'd been friends for years, and while Sausage did enjoy it quite a lot, he was a bit confused about how it had happened.

    "Sausaaaaaaaage," FWhip wailed from another room, "Where are the extra pillows?"

    "The tree painting is a door!" Sausage yelled back. Surprised FWhip noises came from the distance, along with a, "That's a door?" Sausage was very much into interior decoration, and most of his walls were elaborate murals or abstracts that were really just him flinging various cans of paint everywhere. It was a bit hard to find the doors or cabinets since the grooves were easy to overlook with the bright colors and decorations all over the walls.

    Wandering off to get hot cocoa, Sanctuary-style, Sausage ended up in the kitchen with his past self, who was just bouncing around helping with little things here and there.

    There was silence as Sausage moved around, making the hot chocolate (and putting extra marshmallows for FWhip), until Mythland Sausage spoke.

    "You have a crush on the goblin, don't you?"

    Sausage choked, almost spilling the cocoa he was pouring everywhere. The question had come out of nowhere, and he was not  prepared for this conversation. 

    "What do you mean?" Sausage asked, trying to buy himself time. Sausage of Mythland waved his hand in the air, gesturing randomly.

    "Goblin FWhip. You keep looking at him and blushing, and you agree with almost anything he says. You're putting extra marshmallows in his hot chocolate, and you offered him like seven different stuffed toys to sleep with in the last hour."

    Was it that obvious? Sausage thought, I thought I was being more subtle!

    Seeing no point in denying it (especially with the overwhelming evidence against him), Sausage sighed, and said, "Yeah, I do. But he doesn't like me back that way."

    Mythland Sausage looked at him like he was crazy. "What do you mean, he doesn't like you back? Have you seen the way he looks at you? And the fact that he went in the almost exact opposite direction of his empire to come here, to Sanctuary, to hang out with you? He's very much in love with you, just like you're in love with him."

    Sausage shushed him quickly, hearing someone walk by the kitchen, before asking, "Do you really think so?

Sausage of Mythland nodded, but before he could say anything, a shriek erupted from another room. Both Sausages' looked at each other in alarm before racing out of the room towards the scream.