You are everything (Sans x Mage!reader)

Roll call!

You hate magic tests.

You hate mage counts in general!

It was a stupid, monthly thing that the government required of all mages because- oh no! Mages are really a thing?! Quick! Find all mages and stab them with trackers!

Ugh.

You roughly scratched at the base of your neck, shifting the small circular device embedded there.

All the other mages around you looked annoyed, but overall, this had become so common that everyone learned to simply deal with it. It's not like you could do anything else, really. Mages who tried to hide in the past ended up in The Box, and haven't tried to escape since.

You folded your arms and silently let out a huff of annoyance.

If there was one thing you hated more than mage counts and tests, it was waiting in line. Especially in a place so drab. The light fixture above you flickered, and a guard standing off to the side turned his head slightly in your direction, as if thinking you were the cause of it.

Your nose scrunched at him.

"Next!" The booming voice called out, echoing through the deathly silent room.

The line marched forward obediently, robotically. One step, then stop.

....

You glanced at the other officers, all standing stiffly on either side of the mage line. They each wore a heavy duty military outfit and a deep scowl that you believed to be permanent.

Wasn't it boring to watch a bunch of randoms walk through this gate like zombies? If you were a police officer, you'd probably quit. What was the point? Sure the pay was good, but you would much rather not risk getting hurt.

Even though none of the mage's in this building were capable of that anyway.

Not anymore.

"Next!" The voice screeched, practically making you deaf.

The line marched forward, and you looked ahead.

Great. You were next.

You stepped up with a bright smile, "Hey, Chad! Long time no see, huh?" You chuckled, and Chad blinked at you, expressionless.

...

Fine, be that way.

Your fellow mages looked at you with wide grins or bright eyes, clearly amused. Har har. You responded to their amusement with a small playful eyeroll.

Chad took his scanner and waved it behind your head, then checked its screen.

You weren't scared. You had nothing to hide. They always check how much magic a mage has used per month, which should never be more than five, but you haven't used any magic at all, so you were fine.

You weren't worried.

"...So, I see you've been using duplicate spells." Chad growled at you in a husky tone of a man who's lost all hope for humanity.

Well now you were worried.

Laughing awkwardly, and slightly nervously, you tried your best to brush it off, "ah... yeah. I mean, when you uh... when you run out of toilet paper, and you only have like two squares..... I mean come on, don't be cruel."

Ehhhh... was that believable? That wasn't believable. You were so getting your magic nullified.

Chad turned the screen towards you to show the hefty number of fifty three, "this month. You had to duplicate toilet paper fifty three times. This month."

...

"...Yes." you said through a clenched grin, looking at the wall to your right, "It was two times. Had uh... a rough taco night." Your cheeks warmed as you heard snickering and stifled laughs from behind you.

Chad finally rolled his eyes and shoved you forward by your shoulder, "Nullify! Next!"

You rubbed your hot face as you walked forward, guards swarming you from every side (very unnecessary). One of them clapped a large gloved hand on your shoulder and squeezed hard to keep you in place.

You grunted quietly in pain. Another guard pressed something cold against your neck. Your hair stood up on end as it made a loud thunk noise, and you coughed roughly while the guards retreated back to their posts.

Sighing, you walked past the remaining guards and through the steel gate, back outside.

"Stop." A voice called, and you did, with a much more exaggerated sigh.

"You're killing me." You stated bluntly, swiveling your head around to stare at the last person to pass in mage checks.

Undyne clicked her tongue as she approached from her little stool, flipping a small pen-like device, "it's nothing personal, human. Just standard procedure."

You let her poke at the black cuff sealed against a good portion of your nape. It wasn't the first time you had been nullified, and if most certainly won't be the last.

"Let me guess," She began, "you lied and tried to get out of it."

"It's not my fault." You defended, then thought for a second, "....well, it kind of is, but I thought I only used that spell once, and-"

Undyne stepped away with a low whistle, "Fifty three times?" She laughed in disbelief, "dang. Got a real magician on our hands."

A line had began to build again, all the nullified mages waiting to be sentenced.

You gave Undyne a smile, "Undyne? Buddy? Three days? Please?"

She squinted at you, and a minute passed before she burst out cackling, slapping your back in good manner. You sputtered and tried not to fall forward.

"Alright. Since it wouldn't be fair to nullify you for good, I'll give you three..."

Your eyes widened.

"Weeks!" She finished, and clicked her  little pen.

Your throat tightened as she pushed that pen into the black cuff, then moved onto the next mage with a snicker.

Three weeks??

The harshest sentence ever given was a month! And that guy only used two spells!!

You moved forward, your vision tunneling as you marched onward back to your house, so ready to beat up your neighbor.

"Sans, I'm going to kill you." You snarled darkly to yourself.