Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

how chapter 23 SHOULD have gone instead of whatever the fuck I actually wrote

alright, I kept trying to come back to this book and continue writing but every time I opened it up I visibly gagged. so, I'll allow that mistake to be left there, and for the sake of my own sanity write this. im so sorry for what  you all had to witness </3 last chapter

hopefully I can get another REAL chapter out within the next week :))

TW: mentions of fire, talks of drugs, mentions of potential death

[this is erasing the part where it switches to Sans POV so we can all ignore what happened last chapter in Sans' POV and take it as a prank]

Somehow, Sans didn't catch on to your lying streak, which doesn't sit right with you. As far as liars go, you weren't dead last on the list, you were fairly high up you might say. You usually got away with white lies and even bigger ones-- like your job at your fathers place. You hoped you'd get away with lying to Sans, but you really shouldn't have. 

"so, kid," he spoke, still looking awkward. You really just wanted to get home. "remembering what you said months ago, how is that working out?" You quickly back tracked months in your head trying to recall what you might've said to him. Too much has happened for your thoughts to be in working order. Then, it hit you. 

"Oh. I've learned a lot actually! Within reason, of course." You smirked to yourself and felt pride swell inside your soul at what you've been able to accomplish. You had learned way more than you would've ever thought about your father's company. Actually, it was surprising that he hired you in the first place considering his own distrust in you. You refocused on the conversation and saw him staring at you with a brow bone quirked up. 

"Yea, it surprised me too. I was able to learn a lot before the floor I was working on burned up." you said bluntly and watched him recoil away, thought his eyesights gave away that he wasn't actually shocked by that. Weird.

"oh shit, i'm sorry. you worked for your dad? what was your position?" You hadn't told him you worked for your father. You were even more suspicious, but followed along with him. There was no way you told him in a passing conversation-- this is the first conversation you've had in months. How could he have found out?

"Some sort of nurse psychologist combo for the unit. I worked with patients and took notes on how the medications they were testing affected them." You spoke softly while keeping a steady eye on Sans. Something wasn't right. 

"oh wow, what did you find?" he quickly asked, losing all of his timidness. You could not stay in this house a moment longer-- blame it on your suspicion of Sans-- you wanted to be back in bed.

"A lot. Uh, I know this is your house but do you want to talk about this outside? I'd feel more comfortable in the cold while talking..." The computer in your hands was set back onto his dining table and you led the way to the front door. You gripped your car keys in your hand and took a seat on the steps leading up to his house. He sat next to you and just stared at you. Might as well begin. 

"I don't know too much but I should be able to go back to work next week. The floor was redone and I can access more of the files from there. The pills our patients take seem to have some sort of effect on their personal production of magic. One of my-- our patients noted it to me directly and gave me an example.

Thought it was a normal side effect, but knowing my fathers opinions it's obviously supposed to work that way. I hadn't given it much thought since the building caught fire, I was preoccupied with schoolwork and yaknow healing. But it's obvious now that I think back on it.

Half of the files I needed to access to do my job were reduced to black bars, and if I can access them again I can copy them to a hard drive and edit the files to access it without the redacted information. It shouldn't be hard. I don't know how the things with monsters have been going, I haven't heard anything from Rowe or my father, but something has to be happening." The entire time your focus was on watching his reactions.