*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

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Author's note: If I had to give an age rating for this story I'd say maybe 14+ or PG 13

I do use swearwords, there is violence, and there may be topics some people aren't as comfortable with. Of course nothing is stopping you from reading, just do so at your own discretion and know I've given you fair warning.

 The crowd was deafening.

You stood backstage, getting the final primping by your clothes, makeup and hair experts, while your hand remained tight wrapped around the golden microphone.

The crowd roared as the song before yours ended, leaving them in a frenzy of excited energy. Your heart pounded against your ribs, exhilaration flooding your system. You bounced impatiently on the balls of your feet. You took a deep breath and shooed the remaining stylists, knowing it's almost time.

"I'm ready guys." You smiled brightly. They nodded and backed off, giving your hair a final tweak.

"Knock em dead, (y/n)." Your stage manager, Chris, grinned, giving you a huge thumbs up. You nodded and hopped onto the platform that would soon launch you onto the stage. You couldn't wait. The few seconds before starting to perform were always your favourite. The thrum of energy flooding your system, the roar of the crowd, the music, the lights, the heat. You didn't care that your nerves were shot and that if you messed up it would be caught on national television. This was your life, and it was too much fun to care about what other people thought.

The stage director gave the signal and you could hear the hiss of smoke machines above you. The crowd went absolutely wild, awaiting the next song with ecstatic anticipation. The platform under you jerked, and you quickly changed into the proper position. The sound of the crowd grew defining, and the lights nearly blinded you. You rose from below the stage dramatically, keeping perfectly still as the platform jerked to a stop. The music kicked up, and perfectly in time with your partner in crime you started singing. Mettaton's voice harmonized perfectly with yours, and the crowd loved it.

Once the intro was over (just a short, ten word sentence) you and Mettaton begin to dance. You knew the steps by heart, and though you couldn't move as fluently as the robot, you could certainly certainly shake what your mama gave you. Mettaton took over the chorus and you concentrated on harmonizing and dancing. As you did you couldn't help but remember in a few short seconds how you two ended up being in a band together...

It started about a year and a half ago.

You had been wandering around in London, England, just minding your own business as you waited for your boyfriend. You were sitting on the edge of a fountain, drinking a soda, and just soaking in the city.

Something caught your ear as you relaxed.

Just around the fountain's rim, a street performer was struggling to get spare change from passing pockets. They were plunking away fairly well at their guitar, but their singing was driving away all the potential donations. Based on the clothes and state of their guitar it appeared to you that they really needed the spare change as well. You also felt a bit bad for them because they seemed to be in their early twenties. Far too young to be playing in the streets for a salary (even if plenty of people managed to make a decent income that way). With a hearty sigh you stood up and trashed your soda can, then went over to the man, dropping a few euros in his guitar case.

"Hey," You greeted him with a smile. The man looked up you gratefully and smiled. "Mind if I sing for you?"

The man nodded again, looking slightly surprised and played an easy and popular tune. You began to sing, voice easily matching his sad guitar, and soon enough you were drawing a fairly large crowd. The guy's case was fairly full when he finally decided to pack up at sunset. He shook your hand gratefully, urging you to take a portion of the earnings, but you denied. It was at that moment that the talent scout approached you. He offered both of you a job, and he gave you his card.

Your boyfriend came to pick you up a moment later.

You eagerly chatted with him, telling him about what happened and showing him the talent scout's card. Rocky (the guitar player, as you soon learned was named) introduced himself as well and said he'd be very interested in starting a band with you. Despite your overprotective boyfriends protests, you happily agreed. You loved to sing, and turning that into a profession had been a fleeting childhood dream. Only, it wasn't so fleeting now.

It was six months later that a human managed to break the barrier between the human world and the monster world.

You were told stories as a child about monsters, and how human and monsters used to share the surface world. After a terrible war, humans sealed the monster underground, separating the two races permanently. No one really knows how long the monsters were gone, and eventually they faded into memory and bedtime stories. And a warning to stay away from Mt. Ebott, as no one who went there ever returned.

Then the barrier was broken, and monsters were once again introduced to the surface. At first things were a little shaky in the relationship between humans and monsters, but through the work of the monsters ambassador, their king and world leaders, a tentative peace was made.

In terms of your career you were gaining quite a bit of popularity, and your work kept you pretty busy and your mind off monsters.

Three months after that you became aware of the Underground's superstar, Mettaton. You had been flipping through TV channels during a break in practice, when Chris burst in with Rocky in tow, telling you to change to a specific channel. You did so, and were greeted by the sight of a pink and black robot dancing across the screen. All you could think was, Man he's flamboyant. After watching through the end of the show Chris asked if you knew who that was. You said no, and were informed that he was a robot monster by the name of Mettaton. He was a huge star in the Underground, and he was gaining popularity Aboveground now too.

Rocky then informed you that Mettaton had asked to perform a duet with you.

You were a bit shocked, wondering why he wanted to perform with you at all. And, not one to let your questions go unanswered, asked right away.

Apparently Mettaton had watched one of your interviews by chance (one of those interviews with a host, where you perform a song or two and probably get jump-scared), and liked your voice and personality. Because of this, he wanted the chance to meet you and perform with you. He thought, apparently, that your voices would blend well.

So you agreed, even though your boyfriend- well, fiancee now- wouldn't be too happy.

And he wasn't. Your fiancee was among the few humans who hated the monsters. As such he wasn't very pleased when you told him you were going to perform with one. Well, even without his consent you decided you wanted to try a duet, as you hadn't before. Eventually he reluctantly agreed to let you team up with the robot. The reason you always listened to him? He was all you had and despite his controlling nature you love him.

That started your career with Mettaton. You two hit it off, becoming fast friends and discovering that you performed well together, despite the difference in species. You'd been working together since, and in the last three months you'd risen to almost the top of the charts.

You zoned back into the concert, jumping in and taking over for the second verse. You and Mettaton continued into the chorus and finished up the first duet. The crowd, full of both humans and monsters alike, went crazy. Mettaton blew the ecstatic crowd a kiss, then flounced off the stage. You were left to continue the next few songs alone.

You did so happily, feeling more in your element then ever. The stage was where you belonged, and no one was going to tear you away from it.