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"Blue-!!! Blue, hold on for a second!" The tears blurring your vision are wiped away with an enthusiastic swipe, "I can't go that fast! Slower please!"
The melodious laugh you let out in between quick breaths shouldn't have bothered him this much.
"PAH! COME ON, SLOWPOKE. HAPPINESS AWAITS US!!!"
"Noo...! Not when I'm about to collapse, dude!"
Blue looked over his shoulders at you with big, bright stars in his eye sockets. From the side lines, Sans could tell that the sight made you smile even wider than you were before.
Is that what made you like him so much?
You winked at Blue. And it stung.
Blue blushed and focused on the bustling road before him again. "What, no comment?" You giggled helplessly.
And it twisted the knife within his soul.
What did you see in Blue, anyways? Were you not into the laid back, funny type like his brother, Stretch?
Like him?
Sans huffed to himself. Of course, you were only drawn to Blue because he looked so much like him..
You were willing to let yourself drag around town, because you were seeing him instead. You were only willing to like Blue, because you loved Sans.
Too bad he had ruined that for himself long before his Lookalike arrived.
By his own hand, no less.
He had worked tirelessly on the machine, day and night, just to forget about you. Forget the sorrow that the thought of you brought with. That's all he wanted, all he needed.
Then you started showing up in random places again, months after dropping off the face of earth, after that godawful break up.. He let himself feel a glimmer of happiness once more.
You did always have that effect on him.
Your phone calls with Paps meant fleeting glances of you, visiting Alphys at the lab meant seeing and waving at you shyly.
Things had been going so well, and you'd been slowly, but surely, becoming friends again.
The way that hope had swirled inside his soul, thrived and made Sans feel alive.. He wished he could forget all over again.
Because not long after the both of you got close.. His happiness got crushed.
And it had been his own doing.
Again.
"Hehee-! Hey, Blue, where are we going anyways?"
Finally, the question is what made Blue stop in his tracks.
"UH..." The blush on his face was very telling. Annoyingly so.
"Wait... don't tell me..." You brought a hand up to your face.
"MWEHEHEHEH.. I'M? SORRYY?????"
You burst out laughing.
Bent over yourself, still with Blue's hand held tightly in yours. You're choking on nothing and it makes you clutch your tummy in pain..
Why was he here again?
Your happiness was a lie. It had to be. You were not fooling anyone, with the way you glanced up to Blue in absolute mirth and affection.
Sans wouldn't believe it. He couldn't, because he was so not over you. And how could you possibly be over him?
He knew you'd loved him. So when had you stopped loving him? You hadn't. You couldn't have, could you?
It was so unfair, to watch you seem so happy with someone who looked exactly like him. That you got to do this all over again.. And yeah, Blue dressed and acted differently, but surely you were projecting your feelings for Sans onto him, anyways.
It.. it was so not fair.
Why didn't he get another shot? Why didn't he get another version of you, someone he could imagine you were? So it didn't hurt this much...?
Were you hurting too? It sure didn't look like it and..
And it. Killed him.
"You're amazing, Blue. I can't-!" You let out that boisterous laugh once more.
It didn't feel right watching you anymore.
So he teleported home, straight into his own little basement lab.
He didn't want to think about you anymore. So he turned to the machine, almost robotically, and got to work.
Sans really did wish he had his own Lookalike of you.. And maybe then you'd even get jealous?
Maybe you'd realize that you weren't as over him as you thought you were.. and you'd come back again.. for him..
But no.
No. It seemed luck wasn't coming back for him.
And after this, he was sure. It never would.
He would never get that Lookalike of you.
His soul got lurched into the nearest wall. Sans let his head tilt to the side and stared down his offenders.
Sans might have dusted right then, if he didn't work his own magic to soften the slamming in time.
The ends of his toothy grin peaked humorlessly.
"whoops. haha... my bad."
The cautious looks and fighting stances kept him alert. There was no fucking around with these versions of him and his brother, huh?
"welcome. to my timeline. folks."
It seemed you would be getting more Lookalikes of him instead.
Why?