'Sans?' Nagito groaned as he woke up from his midday nap in a daze. 'What the fuck!'
Sans was leaning on top of him, as Nagito had once done to Hajime a long time ago, fully naked.
'Hello Nagito,' he beeped and booped in his usual tones as the font 'Comic Sans' beamed across the bottom of Nagito's eye sockets.
Once Sans had pulled Nagito up, he began to pull his own ribs off, one by one they clicked and snapped from his chest. He gently placed them down onto Nagito's warm lap, covering his obvious hip displacement. He had laid his ribs down like cards and slowly picked each one up and tapping Nagito on the head with them.
Nagito stared in awe at Sans' facial expressions as he did this, gleeful and excited yet still seemingly aroused. His bald cranium looked so appealing and delicious, Nagito got a raging boner as their eyes locked and sans looked away in a blush.
'Are you going to eat that sandwich?' he asks.
'What?' Nagito replies. What sandwich? Is he speaking to him? Or maybe he was speaking to the horse that was lay on the carpet? He was unsure.
'I said you look gorgeous today!' Sans said, seeming utterly confused and as if he had never said anything other than that.
Nagito's brain raced as he questioned what he had just experienced. Had he had some sort of brain injury? Brain fart? Brain malfunction? Sandwich? No. He was sure of it. He felt fine and his head didn't hurt it only gleamed from the beaming of the horses aura.
Carefully, gracefully, happily. Sans shattered into a puddle, along with his separated rib bones, onto the floor. Squishing and squelching like children's wellingtons in mud, Sans limp bones crumbled into a pile.
'NOOO!' Nagito yelled, waking up the peaceful horse. 'My lover.'
Nagitos face shifted down in horror to what lay infront of him; it dawned on him that sans was dead. Fully dead. What would he do now?
He felt the sexual tension between him and the bones that sat on the dusty carpet. 'It can't be that bad.' He thought as he began to place Sans' bones as he remembered them, gluing them together with what could only be described as his personal milk.
Thinking of Sans sitting infront of him, blushing, gave him more energetic tendencies to piece his body back together.
As he finished sticking Sans back together, he glanced down towards his pelvis bones and smiled.
'This is what he would've wanted.'
Nagito thrusted into him aggressively as if it were the best thing to have happened to him. In and out, in and out. It felt right.
Before he knew it there was more of Nagito's milk splashed along the walls of the room, covering the top layer of paint that was freshly painted on recently.