A/N: READY FOR ACTION, MA'AM. READY FOR ACTION.

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On second thought….take the fluff

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PROMPT/REQUEST: "the real truth is you got pwned, nerd." -Sans, in a note on his treadmill

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None, unless you count the fact that these two live on the street. Enjoy the fluff while it lasts, because it won't last long.

BITTY TYPE(S) FEATURED: Sansy, Edgey

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When Daniel had given him the key to the door he'd put over a mousehole in the abandoned office they lived in, David had been overjoyed. Scratch that, he'd been euphoric, ecstatic, enthusiastic, and probably a bunch of other words that meant 'thrilled' and 'overjoyed' that didn't start with 'e'.

For as long as he could remember, the door meant he wasn't permitted in there. It was Daniel's private area. He'd left it alone, trying to prove that no, he wasn't as impudent as the majority of edgies.

The only thing that concerned him was the sansy's phrasing. When he'd handed him the key, he'd said, "it's time for you to learn the real truth." This troubled him greatly. What if he was a serial killer, or an arsonist, or a leader of some kind of mafia, or he had a deadly disease, or something like that, and he'd been concealing it in that room?

He took a deep breath and opened the door, looking closely at the chamber.

The entire room was a cavernous, inky black space. The only source of light was from the now-open door. As he walked forward, it seemed to expand further and further. He couldn't tell where the boundary of the room was.

The door slammed behind him, and he jumped in surprise. Jeez, that was loud. Am I just more skittish than usual? Or is it something more direful? Perhaps I should be concerned.

After a few moments, the light flicked on.

He was walking on a treadmill. As far as he could tell, it was a throughly ordinary, run-of-the-mill room, if a bit disheveled. There was a note on the treadmill's support, waving gently in a draft that came from a small hole to the outside.

He picked up the note and read it.

'the real truth is you got pwned, nerd.'

The cry of utter rage could be heard from the alleyway outside of the building.

Meanwhile, a very amused sansy giggled at the edgey's temper tantrum over the fact that he'd been completely and totally owned from the safety of his hiding place.

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A/N: This was a very, very hard prompt to fill. I wanted to make the sansy, Daniel, seem a lot like Sans while actually NOT being Sans. And the edgey, David, had to be a wordy, mostly polite person with a habit of overthinking things.

In other words I used a thesaurus.

By the way, if I make a bitty character, you can request a oneshot/multiple chapter of them. I might even make a fic for you, though it really depends. Don't hold your breath.

Prompt was again come up with by me.