“This is it, Sans.”
Komaeda sighed, taking a seat next to Sans. “It’s over. We’ve done it. We’ve successfully created something… Something for everyone to enjoy.” His voice cracked.
Sans took a look at Komaeda, giving him a sad smile.
“Come on, kid. It wasn’t just us who did it. It was them, too..” He said, turning his head towards the other direction.
Komaeda looked where Sans was looking, his eyes widening. “A-are… are those the people who…”
Sans nodded, a smile on his ‘face’. “It’s them. The people who helped keeping FIHA alive.”
Komaeda laughed in happiness, tears starting to well up in his eyes.
“T-thank you all for helping us keep FIHA alive… it means so much to me. T-to us!” Komaeda exclaimed, holding his hands close to his chest.
“We couldn’t have done it without you all.” Sans said, shoving his hands into his pockets.
People started chanting the lyrics to “Fingers In His Ass”. Komaeda and Sans being filled with joy.
After an hour or so, both Komaeda and Sans are left alone. Sans sat down, as well as Komaeda did.
“…fingers in his ass, fingers in his ass…” Sans started to sing, looking over at Komaeda. Komaeda gave him a smile, finishing off. “..kanye west he likes—”
They heard footsteps, getting them a little scared. Turning to where the footsteps were coming from, there they saw him. Kanye West himself.
“Fingers in his ass.”
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