AU Sans' x reader oneshot book

Fresh!Sans x Reader P.1

art above is not mine,

TLDR; Fresh spots you getting creeped out so he decides to try and help 👍

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2 Person POV

Feeling the warm breeze of summer flow past you as you walk to your job at Grillby's. He was a bit of an interesting dude, but he paid well so you didn't complain. As a matter of fact, all of the monsters were interesting! Most sporting bright 90's style clothes and attitudes, it was definitely a sight for modern times. Their styles also brought the encouragement of 90's fashion trends coming back for humans, which was great, good for them I guess.

Making it to Grillby's you walked in and went to the back, grabbing your uniform, which for was only a neon F/C apron and roller skates over you're usual clothes. You've still not exactly gotten used to wearing the skates, they were a little tough for you to control, but you still never managed to drop someone's order so far. 

Rolling over to Grillby, using the wall to support you as you go, he greets you and points you towards a few different tables for you to take orders from. You glide over not so gracefully to the closest table Grillby told you to go to. There were three people sitting their, they were humans, looked like media influencer wanna-be's, dressed in the 90's style and doing real poor attempts at speaking in the lingo.

"Aye, waddup my fffiinee~ fellow!" one of them greeted you, maybe trying to flirt?? 

Tossing on your costumer service act you greet them back with the customary:

"Hi! Welcome to Grillby's, what would you like to order?" 

the other two people seemed to giggle while the one who called you a "FiNe FelLoW" grumbled and looked at the menu again, one of the other two perked up and ordered the burger and soda for all of the three, plus a plate of fries for the table. You nod and just as you were about to skate away the weird one grabbed your wrist, almost making you fall over, but you caught yourself on their table.

"Hold on babe, not even gonna ask for mah number?" they ask with irritation lacing their words.

"No?" you blurt out, 

what else were you supposed to do? Slap them? That would almost absolutely cause a lawsuit against Grillby and you didn't wanna do that to him.

Your response to them caused more giggles from the other two there. Customers were starting to pay attention to what was happening, hopefully that causes them to calm down a bit. The one who has your wrist growls and tightens their grip on you a little,

"WOAH THERE, waddryou doin? This is no way to treat a hot babe yah wanna catch!" your savior stands with his hand on the others shoulder, 

he's a skeleton monster, you recognize him as a regular here, coming in almost everyday. He wore a pair a of sunglass that said 'YOLO' on them, well, they said YOLO most of the time at least, he had a backwards cap, brightly colored clothes, a FannyPack around his waist, and a singular gold tooth. His outfit was surprisingly one of the most tame outfits you've seen today, as mostly monsters come here. But that's not important right now, what's important is GETTING THIS CREEP OFF YOUR ARM.

The person who has your wrist growls a response,

"Oh, don't you try and teach me how to get babes, monster" they said the word monster with obvious harmful intent.

The skeleton sighs, looks down and shakes his head, then he looks back up and wags a finger at the human,

"These are total unrad acts you are committing, Dude. Treating a fly homie like this, it's a total buzzkill," The skeleton leaned in closer to the human's face as he gave a threatening whisper towards them, 

at least you think it was threatening, you couldn't hear. The human made a 'tsk' sound and mumbled a 'whatever,' slumping in his seat, and letting go of your wrist. You can't understand what just happened, staring with wide eyes at the skeleton. The skeleton took your arm and skated you over to the corner, customers murmuring amongst themselves once more now that the kerfuffle was over.

The skeleton looked at you with a worried expression,

"Yo, you alright, homie?" his words were soft and full of worry,

His cheekbones had a small dust of color on them as he got in closer to you so he could speak in just above a whisper, just to make sure nobody eavesdrops on your conversation. You nod your head, noticing how shaky you were at the moment.

"Y-yeah, I'm alright... uhm, thank you" You try to find your words,

you aren't sure if just saying 'thank you' is good enough, should you make him a gift basket or something? What are you supposed to do when a stranger saves you from another stranger? You come to the conclusion that even if you wanted to get him something, you wouldn't have enough money to get him something good.

"Hey! it's the least a dude can do" he gives a smile, 

less mischievous than the one he had when dealing with the creep.

"Uhm, you're name is Sans right?" you say those words with best effort to get away from the worry,

though when you say the name 'Sans,' he reaches up and seems to rub his eye socket under his glasses,

"Ah, call me Fresh" he mumbles, 

he them seemed like he got a sudden idea as his cheekbones dusted in a darker color than before, reaching into his FannyPack and pulling out his phone,

"Woah! Howza about I give yah my number? T-Tah make sure you have someone tah call if yah need a rad broskey such as myself saving again" you can tell he winked when he called himself a rad broskey,

you can't help but get a little flustered as you pull out your phone as well. You two exchanged numbers and he heelied off back to his seat, dang, that man made you weak for some reason, maybe you just have a love for a prince charming scenario, but holy shiz.

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1016 words,

lmfao, my nose started bl33d1ng like halfway through writing this, that's not concerning haha

sorry if this one isn't too interesting, I swear p.2 have a bit more action.

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