The Ghost (Sans X Street Racer Reader)

A Ghost Visits Your Home

The date was nice. Sans was a really good guy. He knew Grillby too, and my parents, apparently. You supposed, he was a frequent visitor there. You were home now, telling your parents about how you went to Grillby's and met his best customer. ("Oh? Is our sweet [Y/N] interested in a boy?") Mom teased. "It's about time!" Dad joked. "It's not like that! Besides, his brother is a police officer in training. That'd make holidays sucky." Their tails started wagging. "So you do like him?"
("Oh I think someone will be jealous~") Confusion presented itself. "What, no! Jealous? Who who be jealous?"
("Poor [Y/N]. Have you not realized the interest Ghost has in you?") Ghost? He was? "We are just friends!" You insisted. "Sans and I are just friends, and Ghost and I were just friends." You crossed your arms stubbornly. "We'll see soon." Soon? "What do you mean, soon?"
"You'll see soon!" Dad laughed, walking towards the livingroom. ("I should make some snacks!")
"What's going on?" Mom merely smiled. "Be patient, dear. You will see." She went to the kitchen. With a weary sigh, you went to your room. What was with the secrets all of a sudden?

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You were reading the [Insert Comic] comics again. They were your favorite, what could you say. ("[Y/N]! Come say hello!") Hello? To who? Who was here? Comic in hand, you went to find everyone and greet who ever it was. They were in the kitchen, Ghost sitting at the table. "Ghost? Hey. I didn't think you did home visitations, only the mysterious appear at the race, win the race, give away the pot, and dissappear thing." You smirked and the Ghost chuckled. "Nah. I like to check up. Besides, they invited me the other night and I couldn't refuse." You gave your parents the stink eye. "Hey.. is that.. [Insert Comic], buy any chance?" Your smirk became a grin. "Oh, so you know this comic?"
"Know it? I own every issue." Your jaw dropped. "No kidding? You're pulling my leg. Nobody likes these anymore.  To old-school or something like that.."
"No joke. It's my favorite!" He chirped. "Don't tell me.. yours too?" You nodded. You didn't think you'd meet someone who liked these comics anymore. ("A match made in heaven..") Your mom whispered to your dad. Stars, you would have to have a talk with them later.

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Mom started dinner while you and Ghost went to the livingroom. "Ok, I can't know your name, and I'm going to assume nothing about family as well." He gave a thumbs up. "Pretty much. That'd ruin the mystery. For all you know, you could already know me." You hummed. "Really now? I suppose your not saying anything more on that either." He chuckled again. "You're really getting it, kid."
"How about small things then? Favorite color, favorite movie, favorite music?" You asked. "... My favorite color is orange. My favorite movie is The Mask. My favorite music.. I don't really have any." He shrugged. You snickered. "Of course your favorite movie's The Mask. Why wouldn't it be?"
"And I now see the irony in that." He laughed. "How about you, kid?" He leaned in, intrigued. "My favorite color is [F/C], my favorite movie is [F/Mo], and my favorite music is polka." He snorted. "W-what? Polka? Seriously?" You tried and failed to keep a straight face. "Pft, maybe. It's actually [F/Mu]." He laughed too. "I actually believed you for a moment. Nice one kid!"
"Though honestly, polka isn't all bad in the right circumstances." He nodded. "True, true."