The Silver Lining (Sans x Reader)

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Anxiously fumbling with a strand of hair laced in between your thumb and index finger, you stare point-blank at the calendar.

It's a Saturday night. The Saturday night.

For the past few days at work, you couldn't help but think about how things could possibly go tonight. It's all you've been thinking about- everything else has just been pushed aside, not like they were really worth thinking about in the first place. Thinking about tonight was your happy place. You liked to hope that maybe you'd get to talk to him, or someone like him. Even better, maybe you could end up being friends with them.

But there was also a thought that maybe you'd go to the show, simply be there for two hours, and leave like it was nothing. Which of course, wouldn't be a tragedy, but surely you'd sulk for the rest of the week. Fortunately, there would always be another show, and the next, and the next, so at least you could always look forward to something after your grueling days of work.

There would only be one more challenge: the hell does one wear when they go to a pub?

This isn't any kind of casual visit to your local, friendly-neighborhood pub, this was deeper in the depths of the city. Wedged between tall skyscrapers and a few casinos here and there was Grillby's, standing precariously smack-dab in the middle of the most populated area in town. Usually, a bar would take place in an area like this, but Grillby's is more of a pub than anything.

Though, you do wonder how a monster like him managed to get a building in a place such as this one. It fits well, but given the fact that monsters are generally disliked and shunned, it comes to a surprise that he somehow was given an area where a plethora of racists would most likely thrive. Unsurprisingly, when people discovered this, his pub was victimized as the target area for riots against monsters.

And because of this, you want to wear something safe, something that doesn't look too flashy or noticeable, but something that doesn't look like you placed a hand over your eyes and pointed to an outfit in your closet and went fuck-all with it.

Carefully, you scanned every fabric, every piece of cloth in your closet and settled on... jeans and a slouchy white T-shirt. You're definitely not proud of your selection, but at least it's something that won't get you under the spotlight. In spite of the fact that you wish to come in contact with Sans or any monster at the pub, this won't cut it, but in terms of safety, it can probably qualify.

You'll just have to see what kind of place this is for you.

As you walk into the same heavily-crowded subway you ride to and from work on a daily basis, you involuntarily put an abrupt pause to your footsteps milliseconds after entering the train to discover a monster you forgot the name of sitting right across you, fumbling with his phone in his hands quietly.

Black hair, steel body, and outrageously attractive anime face... it's without a doubt that this guy's that one popular monster you saw on TV. You curse yourself in your struggle to remember his name.

It was only after you felt a small push against your left arm from those behind you that reminded you that you need to start moving again. Quickly, you search the area for seats only to find that the whole entire subway is booked to the brim and that the only seats available were next to him. Even if the bus was full, there were many people nearby who preferred standing rather than sitting next to a monster.

After a few seconds of hovering around the monster and making sure that no one else wanted to take up one of the free spaces, you nervously sat yourself next to him, people nearby eyeing you as you made this daring decision. Even you felt nervous taking a seat next to him only because... well, no special reason other than the fact that meeting one of these guys was rare and you wanted to hopefully make friends with them without making a fool of yourself. Seems like a stupid idea with no backup plan but it can't be that hard, right?