December 22th, 20XX

It's been a long time since I met this Ink guy, but something in my gut says that there's more to it than that. When he kinda just popped up in the living room, I felt like he was familiar. Paps says I may have glimpsed him before but everyone knows he sucks at lying. I almost got him to spill once but his job saved him. Stupid century duty.

Anyway, Ink and I have been hanging out a lot since we met. He even managed to memorize how to get to the 'spot'. It's getting more complicated though.

I blush a lot when I'm around him. And I laugh way too easily. He's not even that funny but it's like he has some effect on me. It's weird. Chara teases me about it, but I stopped telling her she's wrong. Maybe I do have a crush on him?

It would make sense. He's kind, gentle, loves art, never pushy, likes the same shows as me... he's a little bit perfect...

Dammit, I'm blushing again... damn skeleton...

You sighed as you closed the small leather journal and tucked it away in your desk. You started keeping it the day you met Ink because you started to get frequent deja vu. Maybe he had something to do with it, but you didn't care. You stared at the ceiling above you and thought. The old leaky apartment was often quiet, many of the noisy human residents vacating the premise after monsters started moving in.

Months ago you freed the monsters with Chara and now you were on easy street. Not many mysteries remained, aside from your missing thoughts and an odd rainbow string you keep finding tied to the ends of your fingers in the morning. Your brow furrowed as you thought until a chipper knocked tapped a tune againdt your door.

You smiled at the family tune, knowing exactly who it was by the knock. In response, you knocked on your desk twice. The door opened and you saw your favorite skeleton smiling at you. "Hey (Y/N)! You ready to go?" Ink asked as he closed the door behind himself.

"Yeah, lemme just put my shoes on." You cooed, brushing past him to grab a comfortable pair of sneakers. "You gonna tell me where we're going or what?"

"It's a surprise. I can't tell you." Ink teased, smiling at you in a flirty way.

You laughed again, internally hexing yourself for laughing so much. "Lead the way Mystery Man." You chirped.

Ink turned and opened a portal, one of his off little quirks, and led you through. Once inside it was pitch black with a weight falling over your eyes. "Hey!" You pouted. "I can't see!"

"That's the point." Ink chuckled. "One sec... just follow my lead."

A light breeze caressed your cheek and you felt it feather through your hair. It was warm and a sweet, floral scent hung over the air like a perfume. "Okay, sit down, but don't open your eyes yet." Ink instructed.

You nodded in mute and kept your eyes closed as he scurried away. "Smile!" He sang and you giggled.

You recognized the sound of his brush dancing over canvas but you weren't sure what he was painting. "I swear if you're painting me I'll kill you." You teased.

You heard him snicker before finally allowing you to open up your vision. As your eyes adjusted to Ink turning towards you, you felt your cheeks redden. He held a wrapped gift towards you. "Open it." He ushered, a rainbow tint dusting his skull.

You smiled as you carefully tore away the colorful paper. You gasped as you gazed at a masterful work, a field of echo flowers extending outward with only a luminescent river to break the ground. Two sillouhettes stood next to eachother in the foreground, recognizably you and Ink. "Aw, Ink I love it!" You gushed. "Thank you!"

"Read the back." He pushed, seeming more giddy as you did.

Your eyes scanned the back as you turned it slowly, finding a small text. You squinted at it, analyzing the text with enthusiasm.

We may have met in another life, or maybe not at all.
But all I know is I've fallen for you this time and I continue to now.
I'm glad I ran into you that one fateful night, because it was the first time I ever knew love at first sight.

Would you allow me the honor to be your love as well?

When you looked up at Ink, he seemed nervous and flustered, waiting for your answer anxiously. "So?" He muttered. "W-What do you say? Do you wanna... uh..."

"Are you kidding me?" You said in a flat tone. Ink flinched, looking at you with hesitant eyes. Your grin grew and you threw your arms about him in a tight embrace. "Yes!" You hollered, overflowing with joy.

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Bum Bum Bum...
You get a happy ending this time! And I didn't even have to kill you this time. :3 (If you've read my other books you'll understand.)

Tis the end of my favorite Sans' fic. I love Ink Sans so this was a lot of fun! I know it may not be the big dramatic ending the lot of my books have but I wanted a cinnamon bun like Ink to have an ending as sweet as he is. I'm sorry if you're not satsified.

If you are though, and you didn't get the joke I made a few sentences ago, feel free to visit my books where I have killed the reader. I won't say which ones, but a few have that. ;)

Until you come back again to laugh at my pitifil, cheesy writing, Stay awesome my buggues!

-Bug~Chan

(P.S. My readers tears fuel my spirit. I is ginger so I have no soul. How else would I get my energy? Sorry if you happen to be a victim of mine. I love you guys!)