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

six

 The next few weeks passed without incident, surprisingly. As expected, the talk Mitchell gave you after the party was long and grueling, but luckily you got off with stern disappointment. Sometimes you wondered why you even stayed with him. But as for the party he remained none the wiser, and you remained in the clear.

Sadly, you hadn't gotten another chance to see the others in a while. Though your work was winding down slightly as a break from the hecticness of a concert, Mettaton was as busy as every. Other than being a singer he also had several of his own TV shows and acted in movies occasionally. This left you without your robot buddy- and without a way to contact anyone else. You should have asked for some of their phone numbers while you were out there. But c'est la vie, there was nothing you could do about it now.

So you were left to pretty much your own devices. Mitchell had gone off for a two week long trip- and with nothing booked for the next few days you found yourself alone the day before Halloween. It wasn't that you didn't have any other friends, you just found hanging out with them to be a little annoying. All the friends you had before you became famous changed with your sudden rise to fame. They started being more clingy, and always wanted something. Tickets, clothes, jewelry, a way into the next hot party, meet and greets with famous celebrities- frankly they turned into snobs, trying to ride on the coattails of your fame. As a result you grew more and more distant from them, and were a bit reluctant to call them up. Anyone else you'd met in the recent while were either famous as well and had their own lives, or way too eager to please and be your friend. You guessed that's why you were so happy about that party- everyone there had acted like you were just a normal person. Well, other than the pictures and conversation with Toriel.

So, as a result of your loneliness, you were lying on your bed in front of some crime movie, 'sneaking' Halloween candy from the untouched boxes on the kitchen counter. Halfway into the show your phone began buzzing. You muted the TV, and leaned over to check the caller ID. It was an unknown number- on your personal cell. Odd, because you didn't usually give out that number. You decided to answer, throwing caution to the wind and thinking that as long as you didn't give out a name it'd be okay.

"Hello?" You said tentatively into the receiver.

"HELLO? IS THIS (y/n)? IT IS I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS."

You sat up straight on your bed. "This is she. How did you manage to get my number?" You couldn't help but ask.

"NYEH HEH HEH HEH! I HAVE MY WAYS! ALSO METTATON TOLD ME."

You giggled at the response. Of course Mettaton had a hand in this. Why hadn't you thought to ask him for their numbers before? "That makes sense. How are you Papyrus?"

"I'M GREAT! HOW ARE YOU?"

"I'm a-ok. A little bored."

"WELL THAT IS TOO BAD! I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR THE CD! SANS INFORMED ME THAT YOU GOT IT ESPECIALLY FOR ME!"

"You're quite welcome! I'm glad it made it to you and that you like it."

"IT IS AMAZING! NOT AS AMAZING AS ME BUT STILL PRETTY GOOD!"

You laughed, and heard someone else speak on the other line. "hey Pap, who ya talkin to?" It was Sans, and he sounded like he was a little ways away from the phone and as lazy as ever..

"I AM TALKING TO (y/n)!" Papyrus answered happily, probably turning his head away from the phone. Even so his voice was just as loud. "WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK TO HER?"

"nah, it's cool. tell her I say hi."

"SANS SAYS HI!" Papyrus quickly said to you.

You giggled again. "I heard. Tell him I say hi back."