Mid-Spring. (SansxReader)

Chapter 2: Tip Your Waitress. Bud.

You ended up having to close early due to it being extremely slow today, no problem more time for yourself before your next job which starts at 9 pm until 2 am. You gather your stuff and tell the shop owner that you leaving and head out the door. The sun is barely hanging on before it sinks into the horizon spreading a warm tint outside. Your next job is at a underground comedy club/bar/restaurant ironically enough called "Underground". You head home to get a bit of a nap before the grueling job ahead. Sitting on the bus back to your apartment, you begin watching the trees blur past the window. When did everything become routine you wonder to yourself. It's not that you are ungrateful, you just feel out of place. You attend college classes and work two jobs, thank goodness you are on spring break this week though to take on the extra hours for the money you need. You get off at your stop and walk up the stairs to your studio apartment. The sun setting as you unlock your door to your quiet apartment. You place your bag on the couch and plug in your phone to charge and setting an alarm for 8 pm. Settling in your place on the couch, you turn on the tv watching whatever is on at the moment. Your eyelids start to grow heavy and next thing you know it you are drifting away into sleep.

"Goodnight kids, sleep tight."

A familiar voice surrounds you in your dream.

"GUYS WAKE UP?! GET OUT!? HURRY?!"

Next thing you know you are scrambling in your dream, running but from what? You are breathing hard and coughing, tears welling up. You wake up sweating again, you glance at your phone noting that it is 7:50 ten minutes before your alarm goes off. You rubs your eyes and try to grip onto reality once again, you are siting on your couch in your living room, your dark living room all alone. Taking in slow breathes until you are stable. It's always the same dream  you never seem to get past it. Sitting up you look around again seeing just your normal living room, a mid size tv and coffee table. Might as well get going, you trudge yourself into your bed room and search through your drawers for a regular black shirt and black pants. You head out into the kitchen to start up your coffee maker, you might need more than one cup of joe.

On the bus again heading deeper into the city in the area of late night bars filled with night owls here and there. You get off and walk towards a set of stairs descending to underground and are greeted by a bouncer. You give him a smile,

"Full house tonight?"
"Yea, a couple of new acts in tonight."

You thank them and head into the club. Dim lights and low ambience change the mood setting itself around you. Exchanging hellos and hi there with other coworkers on the job you head to the back to clock in. Wrapping a black apron around your waist and tucking in a notepad and pen in your pockets you head out to help the awaiting customers.
The night is long, but it helps when there are good acts coming onto to stage sharing a laugh or two when you can. You clean a table and thank a couple  for coming in when the MC announces the next act coming up.

"Alrighty guys, I'd like to introduce our newest act to come to the Underground, straight from the underground himself, Sans!!"

A round of applause breaks out has you head to the back to put away the used dishes, you didn't get to see them head on to stage.

"Hey guys, it's great to be here at the Underground feels just like home, expect the pink fleshies sitting in front me."

A small laugh trickles out,

"Unlike back home we couldn't go much more underground, tried it once. Told my bro, 'Hey bro! Let's make a Man-Cave.' Greatest idea ever right? Man- cave with a pool table, sigh that's the life man. Boom, instant lava-flood."

More laughs flood out, you are in the kitchen laughing to yourself. Guy is killing it out there, it must be a monster you think to yourself. He is pretty good for being new to the scene.