Winning on a Whim (Horror Sans X Reader: Sequel to Playing With my Food)

Party here we...come?

—Your POV—

You sit on the couch, scantily dressed, wondering what exactly to wear. Cool beads of water roll off you, steam pouring from the bathroom door, and you stare into the mirror propped on the wall at your reflection. It stares back, face just as puzzled as you. 

Reading over the letter in your slightly wrinkled hands again, you try to soak up all the information about the party it has. It just says a 'Familiar Reunification' without much elaboration so... that mean fancy clothes or casual stuff. 

Looking at your clothing selection, wise words ring in your head. If you can't decide on one, pick both! Business casual was invented for a reason right? A part of you wants to dress up in a cloak so you can look like River, but you don't exactly have any robes like that...

 Slipping into some party-worthy attire, you grin at the you in the mirror. It grins back, giving you a thumbs up as you raise your hand to give the same symbol. Right! The party is tonight. You're lucky you got that letter a few days ago, or you'd have been late. 

Tearing the perforated piece of the letter off of the rest, you examine the exact time and address. Eight PM sharp... and in fancy man's terms, you're quite sure 'sharp' means fifteen minutes prior. If not, then you'll be there right on time. It's only about seven now though, so you go ahead and flex in the mirror for another moment before heading to your bedroom to think. 

You're going to this ball for a reason, and it's not to steal all the tiny sandwiches, or swindle some rich guy out of enough money for you to pay rent. In fact, you're not sure if you have to pay rent here. That Toria lady didn't say anything about it, so you're just going to assume the best...

Shaking those thoughts away, you focus on your mission. Go to the party, meet this W.D.G. guy, and listen to his old stories about Nightmare... and whoever else he's willing to spill about. Your mind wanders a little, dopamine squandering most of your thoughts as scenarios play. 

W.D.G.'s a monster right? That's how River would know him, probably. Maybe he'd be tall and imposing, or short and stout. Perhaps he'd be an animal hybrid, or a humanoid monster, or just a creature without explanation. Would he be nice? Mean? Old and sour? Wise and forgiving?

You questioned what the party itself would consist of. A bunch of partying elder beings? Maybe a regal chat at a long table with those finger sandwiches across it. Hell, it could be more like a prom. 

Checking your phone for the time, you note that it's about time to go... twenty minutes before the party starts. Collecting your stuff, you head to the door, slipping out into the blackened city. Darkness hangs overhead as the moon climbs into the clouds. You look up at the misshapen crescent with wonder. This crosshatched place is so full of wonder. 

Glancing at the paper in your pocket, you make your way to the address mentioned. The cool night air claws at your face, raking through your hair and dabbing your ears with its icy embrace. It must be getting colder around here... you sigh, just barely seeing wisps of your own breath as you walk faster. 

You walk, and walk, and walk... until uh, you remember... 

You don't really know your way around. 

Dumbness clings to your form as you groan into the air, looking helplessly to the slip you've brought out of your pocket so many times, not at all recognizing the street named on it. You're probably like, so far away from it now! Aimlessly walking around the city with no idea of where you're actually going. 

You turn around, but from here you don't know where your apartment is. A pout settles on your lips as the finality of your situation settles in. Great. Stranded. Alone. Missing the party. Nice. 

It's when you start to dejectedly trot down the road that a figure emerges somewhere behind you, and a cool metal hand settles on your shoulder. Immediately you freeze, gaze snapping up into the eyes— or rather eye, of the robot behind you. Oh... probably another monster.

"Oh ho, hello Darling! Couldn't help but notice such a sweet thing out here all alone." Its automated voice sends just one small chill racing up your spine, and it grins down at you while you stare up at it. "I am Mettaton! But you may call me TonTon if you please." (UvU)

"Uh- Ok?" Well, that took a turn, stepping out of his grip and facing him properly, you get an eyeful of the stunning figure before you. A tall, robotic monster, with shining black hair over one eye and a sparkly black suit to cover the rest of its large frame. "I was um, looking for a place where their holding some fancy event..." 

"I think I might know what you're talking about..." Something mischievous flashes across his expression, but you don't pay it any heed, handing him your little paper. "Oh... it seems I am incorrect! No matter, I shall take you to your desired destination." 

He extends a satiny hand and you take it, allowing him to lead you somewhere not too terribly far from your current standing... you knew it! You should've made a couple different turns... no more second guessing that gut. 

The walk is pleasant. A few passers by stop to wave at the somewhat iconic figure leading you along, and TonTon even strikes up some conversation on the way, mainly about the current events and latest trends... thankfully not why you're here or how you heard about this seemingly understated party. 

"Here we are, Darling." He takes you to a tall, dark building. You can't tell much about it, standing as far as he took you. He stands across the street, and some cars are lined up along it, parked parallel, bumper to bumper. "I trust this is it?" 

"Sure is." You say, clicking your tongue. A glance at the number on the building and the one on the paper say complete match more than anything. "Thanks, TonTon." You smirk at the robot, feeling his smooth hand slip from yours as he beams right back. 

"Of course, Dear. Now, I must get back to my post." He bows before backing away, flashing one last grin. "Until next time!" 

With that, he's gone, and your chest is full of warmth, a good memory of a good person. 

'Until next time...' 

Coldness slams into you as your heart plummets down to your stomach. Another stupid decision made. You could've at least said something this time... now you're going to have to find him again.

Next time sure won't be too far off, judging off the fact you don't know how to get home from here...

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Huh... We get to go to a ball Omg!? Next chapter will be just that!! I can't wait for Gaster! But uh, on a side note.. who else likes MTT? I wasn't projecting at all (I think) don't like him enough to make Y/n like him, but do you?

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus 

(P.s, if anyone would like me to add a cw for the slight nudity at the start, just say the word 👍)