What are you made of sans X reader

Clockwork

If they were asking you, this wasn't fair. Then again, they weren't asking you, they were telling you. That didn't lessen the annoyance that fed at your stomach as you grumpily stomped towards your car, huffing along the way. You were retired for gods sake! Now I'm sure your first reaction is, "Retired? At only 32?" but it's true. To be completely fair in your line of work it wasn't unheard of. Secret Services wasn't exactly the a workplace known for saftey, and you wanted a family.

A 'click' sound resounded throughout the nearly empty parking garage as you unlocked the car door and got inside. You sat down and shut/slammed the door behind you. Before you placed your foot on the gas you looked around and under your seat, no explosives. A sigh pulled itself from your lips, (covered in freshly applied lipstick) and you sunk back into your seat. Huffing about this wouldn't change anything, you weren't twelve. You sat up, cracked your neck and lifted your hands onto the steering wheel. You pressed down on the gas petal, and in a few minutes you were leaving your apartment complex and getting onto the road.

Looking out onto the street you continued to find your mind wandering. It wasn't unreasonable with everything that has happened lately, you were just folding laundry when you saw it on the news. Monsters, climbing out of a cave with a little kid leading them, it felt like something straight from a fantasy story. Tension had wracked your body for 36 hours as you went through your daily business watching the black phone that you hadn't used in over two years. When it went off you didn't have to look at it to know what it said, there was no doubt in your mind that they wanted you back for protection. This led you to the topic of who you were protecting. They called up their best for every one of the first monsters to arrive, you were put on duty to protect "Sans the Skeleton". Sounded like the name of a cartoon character, you shook it off as cultrual differences.

The gravel rumbled as you drove your car into the parking lot of the towering metalic and offical looking building, you pulled out your old badge, scanned your id, and you were inside and on the right floor in a matter of minutes. A decent amount of people had already gathered, chatting among each other. At least half of them had coffee, you decided to follow the herd. Two creams and five sugars later you had a cup of caffein and sleep depreivation in your hands. You were blowing into your mug, hoping to cool off the searing coffee, when you bumped into the head of this operation, SO Demas.

She smiled brightly towards you, "Glad to see you could make it SA (l/n)" she commented nonchalantly. Slowly you nodded, "Duty calls". She nodded politely "Well, thanks for getting here so quickly, I'm going to debrief everyone in a few minutes." She dipped her head in some form of a curt goodbye and walked off, her stance was powerful. Briefly the memory of how revered she is graced your mind, the two of you had been something of friends none the less, that is before you left. You shook you rhead gently, as if to fling the thought straight from your mind. Your feet carried you to one of the meeting rooms, according to your file you were gonna get the circle room this time. A smile graced your lips, that was always an intricate and professional in stature.

8 people sat in the room, along with SO Demas standing at the head of the room. It didn't take much to single out a good seat, one no one was sitting next to. As you sat Demas began speaking. "As you know, you all have been put on protecting the highest class of monsters, you each have already received your files yes?" Like clockwork you fell back into old habits, nodding in uniform with those you were sitting with. She nodded curtly, "Good, now this operation is a little different than anyone you've been through before, so the normal rules will not apply here. First of all we ask that you do not disclose to your assigned persons that you are there for their protection, only King Asgore is aware. Next you will be required to stay with or near you personal, meaning some of you will work closer together than others. You each will work with UD often, and in certain situations you will be giving out orders. I have personally recruited each of you for this long-term operation because I feel your specific skill-set will be of incredible use, I trust you to do well." She turned to gather up some papers and left, the rest of you left to your own devices.

Organized and stoic thoughts flowed into your mind, one of which concerning Papyrus's assigned SA. From your brief lookover of your files Sans had a brother, Papyrus. Presumably you'd be near him often, and by subsequent near his assigned SA. The file seemingly fell open of it's own accord, you none the less eagerly scanned through his basic information. The basics were there, his height, his weight, his species, it took you a minute to even find his familial ties. You scanned throught the breif description of Papyrus until your eyes landed on a name, SA French. The name rung a bell, it was the name of some kid that had joined shortly before you left, she was pretty impressive for her age if you had heard correctly. The idea of working closely with others was less than comforting, than again you weren't thrilled to be working at all. You started gathering the rest of your things and shoving them in your bag, you grabbed your keys and checked you files for the address at which you'd be picking them up to bring them to their new house. A sigh clawed it's way out of your lungs and through your mouth, this was gonna be a hectic couple of years.