The Ghost (Sans X Street Racer Reader)

You Become Undecided Yourself

You dreamt of the stars that night. On either side of you was the two boys you were falling for. The lazy, yet adorable Sans and the mysterious and thrilling Ghost. "ya know your gonna have to make a choice, kid." Sans muttered. "I know.." You replied. He gave you a relaxed smile. "don't try and worry to much about it, for now."
"You know it's plaguing her mind" The Ghost spoke now, looking at you. "You know it's one or the other, me or him. You can't have us both, Vixen." He made a valid point. "I know, I know! I just.. I like you both. I don't know who to choose!"
"ya stressing her out, ghost, give her time." Sans told the hooded monster, who looked up at the starry sky. "I'm being impatient, aren't I?" You and Sans both responded with a yes. Ghost decided to change the subject. "Beautiful night, eh?" You looked up. "Yeah.. yeah it is." Sans rested his hand on yours, Ghost doing the same with your other hand... immediately reminding you of your dilemma. "Vixen, I'm running out of time." Ghost said suddenly. Your head snapped to him. "What do you mean?!" He shook his head, looking back to you. "I can't explain it. There's a sense of foreboding. Something bad is gonna happen." You woke up to that last sentence, echoing in your mind.

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You wanted to check on your mysterious crush, but you didn't know anything about his whereabouts or where he lived. You'd have to wait until the race to check up on him. "I'm going to Grillby's." You told you parents as soon as you were up and dressed. Grillby's would help, it was just a dream after all, the Ghost wasn't dying or anything. Though you still felt uneasy. There WAS a sense of foreboding, whether self made due to the dream or not, it was there. You hopped in your vehicle and drove off, looking forward to some [F/D].

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You walked into the bar and melted into one of the stools. "Problems, Lil Spitfire?" Grillby asked. You, knowing the fire monster wouldn't tell a soul, immediately started talking. "So I have a crush on these... guys."
"Oh, stars here we go." Grillby joked, passing you a [F/D] and leaning in. "So you already know that Sans is one, the other is someone that I.. uh.. do business with." He nodded slowly, knowing you mean race with. "And now you can't choose?" You nodded, face planting the countertop. "hm. that is a problem." And just like that you snapped up, staring at Sans. You got dizzy, you got to fast. Sans chuckled, though he looked a tad concerned. "to fast?" You nodded groaning... and trying to hide your rising blush. "How long have you been there?"
"long enough. listen kid, i won't be butt hurt if ya wanna be with this other guy."
"That's the problem, I DON'T know!" Sans looked at Grillby, who nodded. "sounds like you could use a talk with an old friend.. well a new one anyway."
"I don't follow."
"You could chat with frisk, they could use a pal on a matter of their own anyway."
"That is not what I thought I was agreeing to." Grillby stated as Sans pushed you along. "put it on my tab!"