Song: She by dodie. I changed the lyrics a little

TW: Blood, death

Am I allowed

To look at them like that?

Could it be wrong?

When they're just so nice to look at

And they smell like lemongrass and sleep

They taste like apple juice and peach

Oh you would find them

In a Polaroid picture

And they...

Mean everything to me.

Sans finished singing, strumming the last note on his guitar. He let the note fade away, before putting his guitar down and sighing.

He put his skull in his hands. Frisk had gone away to college, and wouldn't be back for another week.

Two days later

Sans POV

I woke up, feeling hot.
I wiped some sweat off of my forehead, brushing it off as just a fever.

Spoiler: It wasn't just a fever

A few hours later, I was coughing up blood and petals.

The next day

Papyrus sobbed, clinging to Sans' blood-soaked jacket.

No no no no NO

Sans couldn't be dead!

Yet, here he was. All the colour gone from his eyesockets. Blood and petals all around.

The tombstone was laid right next to a flowerbed, filled with golden flowers.

Sans
???-2020
Rest in peace

Two oneshots in a day?? Pff- Yeah I'm in an angsty mood today-

Most likely gonna be another on the way!!!