Sorry it's short

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Walking down the street you notice that there's not as many people out as there usually is. You walk past the cafe and into the park. Not many people came to the park today so it was nice to do your favorite hobby at. You started to get entranced into your work when you suddenly hear a whoopee cushion noise. Looking down you saw the cutest little dog looking up at you.  

Putting your hand down you let it sniff it. It barks at you happily and you started to pet it. It jumped up onto the bench and sat on your lap. Checking the collar you see the tag and that it belonged to someone by the name of Sans. It didn't have an address though. "Hey Whoopee wanna come home with me till I can find your owner?" You question. Getting a bark in reply along with a few licks to the face you smiled. 

You put it back on the bench and stood up. Taking a picture of the dog with all your stuff in hand. Putting it back on the ground you started walking towards home making sure Whoopee was still following you. Eventually Whoopee and you got to your apartment. You got to work on some flyers to put up while Whoopee played with some old dog toys. 

Getting them done quickly you print them out and leave to go put them up. Good thing Whoopee was sleeping though. 

Timeskip

You heard a knock at your door and open it seeing a pale guy with a blue jacket on standing there.  You were about to say something but Whoopee ran past you and jumped into his arms. "I'm guessing you're Sans." He chuckles and pets Whoopee. "Yep. Thanks for taking care of him and all." He smiles while Whoopee whines. Whoopee then jumps at you causing you to fall. Whoopee continued his viscous attack by licking your face non-stop. "Looks like he likes you." Sans chuckled out while getting the dog off you. "Yeah it seems so." You laugh out before Sans helped you up. "I'm (Y/n) by the way." 

"Nice to meet you (Y/n)." Sans responds. "You know he's gonna miss yea pretty bad." He continues on while looking at the dog. "He's never acted like this to anyone else but me. Maybe we should hang out so he doesn't miss you as much." He gives you a small smile with his hands in his pockets. "Well if it's for Whoopee then we should." You say, continuing on his little game. You both exchange numbers and then they leave. 

Who would of thought a dog could possibly score you a cute guy.