The Ghost (Sans X Street Racer Reader)

A Ghost takes interest in a Girl

You were at the line up. While everyone mixed and mingled, you felt somewhat out of place. You'd already added some money to tonight's pot, so you were really just waiting. "Not going to interact? That's how family is made you know. The last guy who stood on the sidelines ended up killing some of our own. He was.. removed." You looked at the Ghost. "Seriously?" He nodded. "Mind if I..?"
"Go ahead." He leaned against your car. "I promise I'm not like that guy."
"I believe ya. Your a good kid, with a restless soul like mine. Not a bad quality, but it tends to get people like us in trouble." He chuckled, tucking his gloved hands into his pockets. "They say your father of street racing." You commented. "In this city, sure. I live off adrenaline. I'm a junkie for it I guess. One day I got bored, and took my dad's car out for a spin. Some others joined in and it became the first race. Built off that and here we are."
"And nobody else ever thought to do that?"
"Apparently not."
"What about your get up?" He chuckled again. "At first it was so my dad wouldn't catch me, but eventually he'd joined me. By then, the Ghost was simply my street identity. It serves it's purpose I suppose."

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You pouted in your car. You'd asked his real identity, but he laughed it off, saying you had to figure that out yourself. With a sigh, you started your engine and reved the vehicle. You heard Undyne declare her victory at Ghost, who wished the fish luck. You really wanted to know who was under that getup. You didn't want to just rip off the mask though. Not in front of everyone. That'd be plane disrespectful. The flag dropped and you raced forward. Once more the directions to your end location started up and you found yourself weaving through normal cars, trying to gain any sort of upper hand as you did so. Some honked in irritation, you ignored them. You made your way towards the front once more. Passing Greater and Lesser. Passing your parents. You suddenly found yourself in third place behind Undyne and the Ghost. "How did this happen?" You muttered to yourself. You supposed you hadn't really gotten to show what you were made of, last time. You'd had the popo on your tail and beelined away from everyone else.

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The Ghost had won again. "Oh come on!" Undyne raged a few moments, literally roaring before she cooled herself down and jabbed a finger at the Ghost. "That was a good race but I will win next time!!!"
"good luck with that." Doggo gave the Ghost the pot whom brought it to another racer. "Here. You need it more than I do." You turned to your parents, bewildered. ("The Ghost rarely ever takes the pot, dear. He gives it to those who need it most.") Your mom explained. "That's why everyone respects him so much. He almost always wins, but he rarely ever keeps it to himself." You dad continued the explanation. "Only if I'm struggling myself." The Ghost concluded. "I'm pretty good off. So no need for it."
"There's been people who beat you?"
"Of course, I'm good, but I'm not the best. It's not just about speed, it's about skill, and there have been Racers more skilled than me. You, have that potential, kid."
"I do?"
"Everyone does." He laughed and you raspberried him, which only made him laugh harder.

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"The Ghost likes you." Your dad mused when you got back to the garage. "I didn't know that." You sassed sarcastically. "He's a pretty cool guy." You admitted, smiling. "Fun to race against." Your mom's tail started wagging. ("Do you have a crush?") What?! "NO!" What an assumption. You'd only met the guy the other night! No, no. Acquaintances at the least. Friends at most, but NOT a crush. You checked under your hood, thinking about Sans, and about the Ghost. They seemed to be polar opposites. Sans was lazy and tired easily while the Ghost was rather energetic and quick. What would happen if they met? You chuckled, amused by the image that formed in your head. Who knows? Maybe they'd be great friends. Now Papyrus and the Ghost. They'd get along well. The energy and kindness matched up well. You closed the hood. All checked out. "I'm heading home for the night.