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

Beware the Man...

—Your POV—

Every hair on your body stands on end as the Doctor's fingertips dig into your skin. The air seems to thicken as eyes all around stop their meaningless glancing and look to the spectacle going on at the main dinner table. Black sockets smolder with deep rage, and your own eyes widen at the sight before you. 

"Just what kind of insolent brat do you think you are!" Gaster rasps, slamming his free fist on the table and making the silverware rattle. You flinch, trying to form words in your dry mouth and failing. Alphys is nowhere near to help you. 

"I-I don't think—" You try and force out, but you fall silent when his whole form somewhat enhances, and he goes from a somewhat hunched, smaller being, into something much more terrifying. He straightens, standing tall and imposing as smaller, sharper eye sockets glare you down. 

People around you stand from their seats, eyes wide, staring incredulously. You hear Ralsei behind you mutter something under his breath, but don't quite catch it over the sound of your pulse thundering in your ears. 

"I will not stand to tolerate any kind of foolishness." A deep, rumbling voice speaks, much different from the weak rasp you heard a moment ago. "Whatever kind of prank or joke this is supposed to be, I will put an end to it now." 

His large hand unlatches from your wrist, only to come speeding at your throat a moment later. You jump back with a yelp, adrenaline coursing through your veins. This escalated quickly... just what the hell is your luck?

"L-Look! Dr. Gaster, Sir!" You sputter, hands up in defense of yourself as you take another, and another step back. "You need to calm down! I can explain!" 

Scarily enough, he moves forward, advancing as you retreat. You duck out the way of another swing, sweating and panting and almost panicking. The people around you just, stare and you hear a chair scoot out behind you, and see Ralsei literally run out the room. 

So much for lending a hand... but you guess fighting off giant angry rich guys is out of his pay grade. 

You take another step backwards and curse, feeling your calf hit against a chair, probably the chair Ralsei didn't bother to push back in. 

Impending doom looms over you in a thick cloud of black, Gaster's stone cold, darkened gaze sears itself into your vision as he swipes you up by the neck, easily lifting you to your feet and holding you in the air. 

"Let this be a lesson to all of you looking to cause mischief within my walls!" He announces, showing you off to the multitude of people sat, flabbergasted at their tables. "I do not tolerate any kind of mockery..." He looks you in the eye with horrible distaste. "Especially not of—" 

He's cut off by a barking cough. And then another. His grip on your throat convulses and tightens before he drops you suddenly, and you land on your rear in Ralsei's chair. 

"Especially—" He keeps coughing, one hand gripping the tablecloth as he keels over, form loosing its edge and sharpness as he seems to cough his power away. Something black and runny leaks from his gaping mouth, not quite like slime, but perhaps some kind of mucus. 

In fact, he himself starts to run, like melting ice cream. It's then that the dining room doors bust open once more. You look to see Ralsei rambling at Alphys, who immediately spots the downed Doctor and rushes past you. 

"G-G-G-Gaster! Wh-What happened!" It's the first stutter you hear as she tries to lift him and speaks at the way he sticks to her hands. "You... You're melting!" 

"What happened!?" She turns to you and tugs you down to her level by the collar. Her pleading eyes sparkle with unshed tears behind her glasses, and you register her worry and rush to form an explanation. 

"I-I was sitting in River's chair?! I didn't know he'd get so mad! He wouldn't let me explain! He just—just got really mad and started trying to... to kill me!" You spit, hands flying everywhere as you try and find coherent words. 

"That's-Thats horrible..." She lets you go and gives you an apologetic frown. "I'll um, take care of things from here... looks like he just over exerted himself. You can stay. We'll probably discuss this later during the one on ones." She looks to the goopy Gaster and scoops him up, battling with how much of him is attempting to melt away, but she eventually finds a way. "I'm sure you mean well?" 

"River uh, sent me. I didn't know where else to sit." You look to the chair in question and scratch the back of your head. By now everyone's seated, and a good amount are still fixated on the scene you kind of caused. "Guess I'm not as much of a guest of honor as I thought." 

"Well we can flesh all that out later." Alphys dismisses, cradling the melting Doctor and carrying him to the dining room doors. "Please just... don't think too much of it? It's a tall order, but River and Gaster..." She sighs, shaking her head. One last thoughtful frown, and she's out the doors. 

With that, you head back to your seat, feeling heavily out of place as whispers and murmurs full the room. You catch Ralsei glancing over a few times, but he must feel it unnecessary to talk to you after that. You kind of owe him a thank you for getting Alphys, you honestly thought he was just going to leave you behind. 

As soon as you're about to pull out your chair to go and have a proper chat with him, the chefs come parading out of the kitchen, serving all kinds of scrumptious dishes. Fancy, beautiful foods are served, spread far and wide across table after table. 

In front of you particularly, is a meatloaf made of premium wagyu beef, or at least that's what the chef says as the peppy bright-eyed monster sets it down. She's clearly a bit confused as to why the Doctor is missing, but doesn't comment on his empty seat as she sets down a tray full of luxurious looking rolls. 

Well, you suppose that after that horrible experience, you'll at least get to eat good? That's nice. You go ahead and pick some of the nice looking foods to start, a few foreign monster dishes throwing you off guard, but you can't help but marvel at the cuisine. 

After a few hours of top-quality dining, the head chef comes out and thanks everyone for eating, and announces the end of dinner. You're a bit surprised at how all the waiters and waitresses pick up your dishes, several of them pushing around carts full of used dishes.  

Finally, once you're back to the main area, the event everyone's been waiting for finally comes on. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I would now like to announce the beginning of the Doctor's one on one speaking sessions. Each session will be timed, and you will be given fifteen minutes maximum, so use your time wisely." 

"Without further ado, would Professor Asgore please come to the stage..." 

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Gaster Gaster Gaster Gaster... he's so mean lmao... wonder what's with him and river?? I really love nothing more than to make everyone hate each other huh?

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus