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“Why not?” I asked. Sans and I were currently having an argument about why I couldn’t help him fight in his next battle. Both of us were trained to battle and shared the same job so I had no idea why he wouldn’t let me fight alongside him.

“Because Y/N! That’s it, no more discussion.” He shouted, slamming his badge down before walking up to his room. 

“But why? We’re both equally trained, so why can’t I fight? Or why don’t you want me to fight?” I shouted back, becoming annoyed at how my best friend was acting. 

“Because...” He whispered. 

“Because what?” I asked, confused.

“Because if you get hurt it’ll be my fault.” He yelled, turning away from me again.

“Sans, I’m not gonna get hurt you bonehead.” I laughed, shoving his ribcage. 

“Fine, but I swear if you get hurt I’m gonna unfriend you.” He laughed.