Sans' POV~

It's been about three days since the day I rescued Dove. I just can't seem to get her out of my head. She's just so perfect in every way, head to toe, inside and out. She's funny, sweet, caring, and outrageously adorable.

In a way, I'm sort of jealous of her friendship with my brother. They spar together every morning and evening, chatting about past battles during the time she's not by my side. I just wish I can that sort of connection with her like he does. At the same time, though, she and I never seem to run out of things to talk about. Whether it be jokes, embarrassing stories, or spooky legends, we always find something to break the silence.

I've been making more puns and jokes as an experiment. She covers her mouth when a joke is funny, bites her lip when she smiles at a pun, and her laugh is the cutest giggle your ears have ever witnessed. When she returns the favor, her jokes are like a response to an insult, sarcastic and full of humorous intention. It's amazing how many hours we can just go back and forth like that.

Lately, she's been awfully quite. Silent during sparring matches, barely talking through meals; it's very unlike her. So, being the curious person I am, I put it upon myself to investigate. But what I found was more than shocking. . .

~earlier that day~

"Blasphemy!" She cries with a fake accent, "how dare you insult the art of swordsmanship!"
"I'm just saying, it's a waste of time to learn to use such a useless weapon." Papyrus sighs.
"Useless? I'll show you useless you-" suddenly, her phone rings. "Damn, gotta take this. "
She walks into the main foyer and answers, "hello?"
Silence. Followed by a gasp and low murmurs. I hear a beeping, mechanical and annoying if you heard it for long enough. "My heart beats left?" She whispers. More silence. "I understand, thank you. I'll let you know during the last seven hours."

Heartbeats left? The last seven hours? That can't possibly mean she'll- no, I can't allow that!
When she returns, she silently crosses the room and slips out the front door into the cold winter day outside.

Looking at her, I only see one thing: perfection. Her beautiful eyes, her soft skin, her laugh, her glorious smile. All of it is a masterpiece.

A foam brick hits me on the side of the skull. Reaching for it as it bounces off the faded red couch, I look at my brother for any signs of guilt. But his poker face remains.

So, I turn it over, and on it is a note taped to its side reading: "when will you just realize you love her?" In Papyrus's penmanship.

"What can I say?" He jokes when I look back at him, "love is like a brick of realization to the head."

A/N: sorry for the short chapter! I'm just really on a tight schedule this break. But I'm off all day tomorrow, so I'll make sure to make AT LEAST two more chapters. I'll also take requests for what should happen next, so comment and like for shoutouts! Chow!

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