You worked loyally to an association, "Hell's Hounds", composed of first-class assassins and you were one off the highest ranks that is categorized as the 'S-class'. You and the Hounds secretly work for the government and do all the dirty stuff for them.
We may be dogs, but those who bark at us are nothing but dog food.
You were on your way to meet your 'boss' because she's got some assignment for you that can't be discussed through phones, video calls, messages or etc....When you arrived at the coordinates you noticed it was a restaurant? Named Grillby's, once you got in you noticed that it was mostly filled with monster. You looked around but to no prevail that your 'boss' was not there yet so you grabbed a seat far from the counter or anyone to be precise. For a few moments you were alone until a fire dude came to you and ask what your order. You were a bit of hungry so you ordered some fries and burger. You listened to some music while eating. You heard the door open but did not bother to look.
"What cha' doin', toots".... These words surprised you because you expected your 'boss' and not someone calling you 'toots' which in a hundred percent your 'boss' would never say.
A/N: sowwy por short chapter. Me donut hav much ideas right noww...
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Hell's Hounds(Gaster!SansxReader)
FanfictionSo, Frisk set all the monsters free from the underground and they're becoming the ambassador for the monsters. And in this story Sans happens to be Gaster!Sans due to a 'accident' that is the cause of Gaster's death. And you're like forced to protec...