So This Is LoVe [Sans x Reader]

Chapter one: The Phone is Ringing...

Note: Wonder pets Wonder pets, we're on our way… going to fight people and save the day. They're not too little because one is super tall. And if they work together, they could get some work done once and for all. Go skele brothers, HOORAY!

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Word definitions: 

don't take any wooden nickles: don't take risky moves

boob: stupid

butter and egg man: rich dude

ticket pocket: a pocket used to conceal… tickets

Asgore: a play on words of a Hamilton (or a ten dollar bill if your from the us)

blower: phone booth

cat's meow: amazing

“... oh, you’re still alive.”

   

“Don’t sound so disappointed, I’m beginning to think that you don’t actually like me,” A tall, skeletal mass hunched over the phone with one of his claws spinning the phone’s coiled end.

“can it, papyrus. ‘m not in the mood to joke around.” The raspy voice on the other end of the phone line grumbled before what it sounded like, picking up a stack of papers.

Well, this Papyrus fellow was in a human-sized phone booth, almost crouching on the floor because of how tall he was. “That’s funny coming from you, brother. Besides, I was just out collecting. It isn’t that difficult.” Of course it wouldn’t be hard for a monster of his stature. His sharp teeth and even sharper cheekbones made sure of that. The large scar that goes across his left eye and to the top of his brow bone made sure of that too.

“look, i told ya t’ not take any wooden nickels. cents you did great with that, i need ya t’ pipe down and listen up,” the voice took a drag on a cigar before continuing, “paps-”

“It’s Boss to you.”

There was a sigh on the other line before the voice continued. “anyways, boss, don wanted me to tell you that he has a very important job for you. Sometime later tonight, around our turf’s club house, there’s a rat who’s been selling’ our information to the Dreemurr family, an’ he’s gonna meet the receiver ova’ there. he wants you to set ‘em up. he’s a boob; a butter and egg man. so if ya can’t catch ’im there, you can definitely catch him at--” 

A loud buzzing sound rattled the phone as the skeletal mass, known as Papyrus, jerked it away from his ear hole with a small hiss of pain.

"Hello.. Hello?? Did you hang up on me?!" He smacked the phone a couple of times against the flimsy wall before putting it back to where his ear was supposed to be. But alas, there was still the deafening humming sound. With a sigh through his nasal bone, he quickly looked at the screen and confirmed what had actually happened. 

He ran out of time for the pay phone. 

Lovely.

He stuck his hand in his right hand trouser pocket and rummaged through them to get gold-- well, more accurately, a golden coin; Monster currency. He balled up a fist in his pocket and brought it out, only to be met with a ball of lint. Thus started the frantic search for the doubloon-like currency. He checked the left one. Nothing. His breast pocket. Nada. His back pockets, his flap pockets; even in his ticket pocket. Zip, zilch, and… wait. 

He felt a paper-like object in there (and it couldn’t have been a ticket, Papyrus wasn’t planning on going anywhere anytime soon.) He quickly pulled it out and it was Monster Currency! HUZZAH! ...However, the gold tinted note wasn’t the right one… it had to be a singular gold coin. With an annoyed grunt, Papyrus shoved the bill back into his ticket pocket and immediately decided to go over to a small convenience store that was just across the road.