Sans AU Oneshots [Requests Closed]

Fell Joined The Battle! [Bad Sanses fluff]

A quick thing!
- Lust sometimes helps the Bad Sanses out (Like learning how to talk to others, basic stuff like that, so he also helps greet new members)

     Fell held his left hand up to the door, a bead of sweat rolling down his face. 'Here we go...' He sighed, finally bringing himself to knock on the large, wooden doors. After a few moments of anxious waiting, the doors opened to reveal a figure. This figure was wearing a crop top, a jacket that fell of their shoulders, tight pants, and high boots.

     "Morning, Hon." The red male gulped.
     "Are you Nightmare?" He asked. The skeleton with high boots let out a light laugh.    
     "Sorry, no. You'd be a lot more scared if Nighty answered the door." They chuckled.
      "I presume you're here for the job interview?" He nodded, the friendly figure leading him inside.
      "It does depend on how your interview goes, but I'm sure Nighty will give you your tour himself.
     "'Nighty'?"
     "Don't tell him that I called him that...and I'd be better if you didn't. All the rest of the Bad Sanses call him 'Boss'."

     They remarked, being Fell up the stairs.
     "What's you're name?" The other apologized.
     "I didn't introduce myself! Pardon my manners. I'm Lust. He/Him are typically preferred. You?"
    "Uh," He gulped. "Fell. He/Him."
     "Pleasure to meet you~" Fell chuckled awkwardly, walking down the hall as he followed the newly identified figure, Lust. "Just knock. I'll be outside the door." Fell put a shaking hand up to the door as he knocked quietly.
     "Come in." He opened the door to reveal an office. They had a black desk with two plants on it, three mugs with a dark liquid—assumed to be coffee—in them, an ink cartridge, a small lamp, and papers. Lots, and lots of papers.

     The rest of the room was quite plain, book shelves full of...well, books, a—what Fell could tell from how dim the room was—a Bigender flag hung up a little to the right of their desk, a trash can with a paper that said 'Suggestion box' on it, weapons, and a box labeled 'Confiscated items'.

     Held within the box was a broken pillow, three deflated balloons, a screaming Mandrake root plush, a cannon, a bent up picture frame, and a small syringe.
     "Fell, is it?" The other asked, making Fell jump.
     "Yeah.."
     "Pronouns?"
    
     "He/Him."
     "Anything that limits you in Battle in anyway shape of form?"
     "I have low hp."
     "Any strengths you feel would be useful?"
     "I can dodge." Just as he ended his sentence a long black whatever whipped at him, who, fortunately, was fast enough to jump out of the way.
     "Good." Fell looked around.
     "What the hell was that?"

     "Any experience with people your age running around, screaming insults at each other, and just generally being dumbasses?"
     ". . ?"
     "No?"
     ". . .No." Nightmare sighed, dipping his pen in ink (No, not Ink-)  and quickly jotting something down.
    "Alright." They stood up. "Come with me." The two walked down the hallway to what Fell perceived as the living room, complete with a corpse. How lovely...

     "SHUT UP, KILLER!" A figure, hidden by a hood yelled, loudly interrupting Fells thoughts.
     "You're just sore from last night!~"
     "OH MY ASGORE, I'M GOING TO POUND YOU INTO THE GROUND!"
     "Kinky~" Lust pitched in, making Dust turn around and glare. Meanwhile, (In our universe) Horror was eating. Nothing out of the ordinary, just eating Mochi. This was gonna be a fun job.

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(A/N: Oh, hey, I actually finished this! I started this about two months ago and just never finished it. So yeah. Until next time!)

EDIT: Surprisingly, not a lot that needed to be edited just a few grammar issues.