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" "i hate my life..." Was all Sans could say to himself as he laid down on the couch in his living room. An empty beer bottle on the coffee table, and one about to be empty in his hand, he reached to the alarm clock that he kept by his couch for the nights when he just couldn't summon the energy to make it to bed. He set it for six in the morning, though knowing his insomnia, he'd most likely be up at four.
Second bottle joining the first, the small skele closed his eye sockets, hoping that sleep would claim him soon. His last thoughts being purple.
Little did he know that sleep wasn't the only thing that would claim him tonight. "
Just a heads up: I wrote this at 2am and finished it at 6am, with G Tom Mac's song "Cry Little Sister" on loop the entire time.