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Helium

“Sans!” You scream as you dash into the living room of your house, effectively waking your Boyfriend up, “I wanna show you something real quick.” 

This causes him to sit up straight, full attention on you. “What?” You pull out your phone, and show him a sad song. “I wanna sing this for you, may I? Please?” you ask, giving puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, go ahead.”

You press play on your phone...

Then pull a balloon you hid behind your back out in the open, and inhale some of it’s contents. Your voice effectively 2 octaves higher.

“You, And I, We’re like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.”

 Sans, pulls out his phone, and presses record, already laughing. Unknown to you, of course.

“With you, I’m alive, like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.”

You quickly take another puff of helium. your boyfriend is in stitches, tears in his eye sockets. He’s also right beside you for some reason. What you don’t know, is that he remotely set up his phone, and is now recording you both.

“So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

“With out you, I feel broke, Like I’m half of a whole. Without you I’ve got no hand to hold.”

Another quick puff. You bite your tongue, but you keep going anyway.

“Without you, I feel torn, Like a sail in a storm. Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song”

He grabs the balloon, and takes a puff, before singing himself.

“With you, I fall. It’s like I’m leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall. With you, I’m a beautiful mess, it’s like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears up on the edge.”

You’re snickering at the wink he sent you when he sang beautiful mess. Papyrus walks in, confused. he goes to say something, but you shush him.

“So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

You’re giggling too now. He takes another breath of the balloon’s contents, and you do too. A duet for the next part. 

Without you, I feel broke, like I’m half of a whole. Without you I’ve got no hand to hold. Without you, I feel torn, like a sail in a storm. Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song.”

Papyrus has had enough. So have you and Sans. You two break down laughing, and Papyrus turns off the song before leaving, completely done with the two of you.

Sans walks over to his phone, which you had no clue was running, and stops the video.

Pulling you into a hug, he whispers, “Thanks, Angel. I needed that.”

“Me too. That was a blast.”