So... Funny story, I actually thought of six random Sanses for this and rolled a dice to see who would be shipped. And it was Fresh and Geno. I tried writing them, I couldn't though because I don't have a firm hold on Geno's personality and Fresh's slang.

So I went to one of my IRL friend (who's in the fandom) to write a 500 word fiction of the two. She told me she wasn't the best but she'd get it done. After a few days of not getting it and with that date coming soon, I panicked and went to delilah109 for help and asked her the same thing. BUT! When I woke up the morning after. I saw that there were two stories.

So... yeah... There's two stories now that have vastly different writing styles... Shout out to delilah109 and kittycat3465 for doing this, they're cool people.

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     "Pale!" Template called out, swiftly sliding down the railings with a small stack of paper in his hands. He landed a foot down on the kitchen floor before twisting his body and rushed out the kitchen to the living room. Pale was just chilling on the living room floor, doing nothing but sit in his thoughts. He looked up at the excited sack of bones. "Pale, Pale! Can you read this for me?" Template asked, handing him the stack of paper.

     Pale gazed at the papers, getting two short 'books' from what was given to him. He looked up at Template.

     "Why?" He questioned him, his tone being quiet but easy to understand in the still house. Template at down next to him.

     "Because I heard you read before, and I think it would be nice listening to you again! Not to mention one of these is an old work and the other one is new, and I heard so writing advice that you should read it out loud and/or show it to someone, so who else is more willing but my dearest ragdoll?" Template smiled, although it was more of a look of pleading and pushing rather than it being completely genuine. Pale sighed and opened one of the books. Template grinned from ear to ear, going down and laying his head on his lap with Pale flipping the paper in his hands.

     "Geno sat in the void, derived and tired of all energy. He was hungry, but at the same time, wanted nothing, he wanted to sleep, but at the same time, wasn't at all tired. It was hard for him. He didn't understand why...well...he did....." Despite Pale speaking the bare minimum in most conversations, he was nice listening to him read out something. He wasn't good with tone, or mood, or voicing out different characters when reading any text; what he lacked in actual story telling he made up for with his voice. It was so soft, so gentle and unused whenever he was stripped of any and all feelings.

     Admittedly, Template couldn't resist the temptation to adore such a sweet sound.

     "Reaper wasn't visiting as much anymore, which was sad....it turns out, he had been seeing someone else, taking Geno's tsundere-ism a little too seriously after being rejected for a while now. Geno always loved Reaper, but never knew how to show it...now....he was gone...gone with another, and Geno was alone again....

     Well, one day, while Geno sat in the void, pondering his life choices, tired, who should be to wonder in but the 90's nightmare himself, Fresh. His bright colourfullness almost blinded Geno, making him feel a little sick. He never understood what Ink liked about Fresh. I mean, yes he disliked what Fresh was and did, but he loved the colours. Geno hated everything about Fresh...especially his- " Template fought and resist the unbearable urge to at least snicker as Pale notably stared at the next piece of text with a brow raised.

     "Just keep going," Template pushed. Pale reread the text before heaving out a sigh.

     ""Yooo! Geno! My broder (brother)  from another moda!(mother) wassup mah radical broski?!" His voice... and slang... that god damn slang... why couldn't he talk normally?!

     "Hi..Fresh" Geno groaned, knowing there was no point in trying to ignore Fresh as it just wouldn't end well. "Yo, whats up wid all dis tension bruh?! Ya needs to liven up a bit!" Fresh shouted "you're as dull as Error on a moodswing of depression ya'll, and trust me dawg, dat be da worst kinda day.......".

     Geno huffed and crossed his arms... Fresh knew immediately what was wrong... reading his soul... 'something is wrong here...hes not himself...hes usually more lively than this' the parasite spoke inside of him. Fresh sat down next to Geno, worried for him. Well...as worried as an emotionless parasite could be. "Hey... whats wrong dude?... did Reaper dump ya butt for another piece of trash?" "... yeah... yeah he did..." Geno spoke softly.

     "Why though? You be as cool and radical as all else bruh, a little bit of a lone wolf, but you're the bomb, ya dig?"

     Geno smiled softly into his scarf, not allowing Fresh to see it. "T-..thanks Fresh... thats... thats really nice of you" "anytime broski... hey, want me to beat feet and fists on Reaper for ya? I can make beats and break his legs yo" "what?! Nonononono!... well... no! Look... I'm fine... thanks for trying to cheer me up but... I'm fine... I'm just... confused... I don't know how to feel... I wanna be alone but... have company... but... I'm tired but I don't wanna sleep..."

     "Bruh, I get it... ya mind can't keep da beat... while ya hearts makin a rhythm, ya mind is slow and unsteady... your soul is lacking dude... its as sad as nyan cat without his rainbow..." "what?..." Geno asked... he was confused, he barely understood Fresh's hipster lango.

     "Look... I get it... ya don't catch mah drift or speak my lango... but ya know me... fake... radical... lonely..." "yeah... you're right... I do know ya... I know ya better than I know Reaper, and thats saying a lot... Reapers been comin in here for a long time now... just to see me... but I still don't know him" "bruh, thats simple... cuz ya don't needs to understand his funky flow, you know the tunes hes playin and the beats hes steppin, as well as the colour hes spraying from a can... you don't needs to understand... with me however? Ya gots to understand me, my mood is always upbeat and Fresh, and I can suddely turn unrad in a hearts beat, without reason or warning. And you dont understands why mah funky brother"

     This made sense to Geno. Fresh was right. He understood Reaper. Chilled, laid back, a purpose to take souls to the afterlife, thats all he needed to know about reaper to understand him. But fresh? Fresh was always changing his mood. He didnt understand emotions and so didnt know when to display wjat emotion. Thats why he was so fucked up at times, because he didnt understand.

     "Hey... hold still" geno suddenly said, as he raised his hands to take off freshs glasses. He needed tk check... he needed to be sure of something....

     Fresh flinched and frowned. "Ease up... i just... wanna see something thats all..." geno reassured him, reachin up again. Fresh hated it when he didnt have his glasses on, and that was the only feeling he truly understood. Hate. He hated being exposed. But he trusted geno, ot was like... one freak to another... so he allowed geno to remove his glasses... exposing the beautiful pink soul in his left eye, and the white iris in his right, that stared at geno with uncertainty. His eyes were beautiful...

     No lomger covered by the big 'YOLO' glasses. Geno smiled softly, "thats better... y'know... you shoild take your glasses off more often..your eyes are so pre-" geno was interrupted by fresh, suddenly kissing him. His gkived hands rested on either side of genos face, and genos face turned bright red as his mind screamed." Template was looking proud of himself for this piece. Pale looked down at him before he continued.

     "The kiss was long and filled with a passion... fresh felt strange like this... he pulled away, lookimg at genos face... studying the features closely "wow... so dats how it feels to lock lips..." fresh spoke softly... he was new to this feeling...

     "What... what was that for?" Geno whispered. His face flustered as his eye flared up.

     "Just testin some'in..." fresh stared at him for a moment. Blushing softly. "So thats ho a kiss feels... its totes rad" fresh then smiled "and i can totally sense ya diggin it too bruh... ya souls all jumpy and spazzin out yo" he chuckled. Geno growled as fresh continued talking... on and on about how that kiss felt...

      He had enough. "Ya know, i think you might benefit from a-" this time, it was fresh to be cut off, as geno grabbed him by the jacket, and pulled him in harshly for a kiss. It was rough and sloppy, and his soul was jumping all over the place. Fresh, while surprised, slowly kissed back.

     The two seemed to enjoy the kiss, and they stayed like that for a full minute, before Geno pulled away, panting softly. "That was..." "different" the two were flusymtered, but Geno smiled and lowered his scarf from his face once again, both stood up, Fresh putting his glasses on.

     "So" Geno spoke... "when ya gonna come back?"" Pale set the first short stack of paper down, the only feeling he had was the sensation that he had a goofball in each cheek from trying to talk slang even with his monotonous tone of voice. Template grabbed the other story and presented it to Pale.

     "Try reading this, it's an older story of mine with the same people in it." Pale grabbed the paper and flipped to the first page.

     "Geno was sitting alone in grillbys at the undertale universe. He had just ordered a bottle of ketchup to help keep his mind off of death. They had both broken up and geno was recked about it. Death may have been a pain in the ass but he was genos pain in the ass and geno had loved him.

     “Thanks Grillby,” said geno after grillby had just placed the ketchup bottle on the counter. Grillby had replied with a grunt and walked to the other side of the counter to pick up and clean his glass. Geno then started to drink his ketchup when,

     “SUP MY RADICAL BRO!!!!!” fresh had popped up out of nowhere, surprising geno causing ketchup to go everywhere.

     “come on, all I want is peace and quiet and then you have to show up…” geno had said in a rude tone with a major scoule on his skeleton face after making a loud sigh. Fresh was surprised because they were good friends and geno wouldn’t say something like that unless something had happened to hurt geno. Fresh came to the realization that something must have happened between the couple.

     “What UNRADICAL thing happened to make you so down in the dumps???” fresh had asked, curious to see what made geno so depressed. Geno looked up surprised to see that fresh asked something in a somewhat calm and quiet tone.

     “Death had…” geno had started to say but stopping because of the overwhelming temptation to start crying. One that geno had given into. Fresh stood there surprised that the geno had started crying. Geno had said death so that must mean something did happen between those two. Fresh suspects that death and geno had gotten into another one of those fights, but it never had turned out like this.

     “What did that UNRADICAL bro do this time brosef” fresh had asked, trying to get an answer from geno to see what fresh was dealing with and what he had to do to death after he had hurt his geno.

     “He...he...brock up... with me………” geno had stated through his quiet sobs. Fresh stood there surprised that death would do such a thing. Fresh had thought that death had a loved geno. Fresh look over to geno and saw that he was in a real heart break. Fresh was starting to get really mad at death for doing this and had sarted to get up to go talk to death.

     “My BRO geno, let me go talk some *BLEPING* sense into him for ya” fresh said to geno before popping out of the undertale universe to go find death.

     After a while, fresh found deaf in the void laying down on the ground. He was surprised to see death sad as well but was still mad at him for hurting geno.

     “ why would you be super UNRADICAL and hurt the person I thought you loved” said fresh startling death to himself and causing him to swear, which was replaced with a duck sound.

     “Fresh, what are you doing here??” death had said in a surprised tone.

     “Don’t play dumb with me, you hurt geno” fresh said in a serious tone. Death looked at him then looked down starting to cry, mumbling about how he had to do it or everyone would get hurt. Death looked up and tried to explain why he had done what he did, fresh not believing him. Fresh ended up punching death in the face that just teleporting away to go and comfort geno." Pale set the other stack of paper aside along with the first one he read, looking at Template in his lap only to realize he had closed his eyes and had fallen into a peaceful slumber using Pale's crossed legs as a pillow.

     Pale kept his blank eyes at him, his hand going over to stroke his skull before slipping under him to pick him up. From there he set Template on the couch, allowing him to rest.