Sorry About That (Gaster!Sans x Reader)

Jonathan Slater and Baba

Metal clanking together and fires coming out of guns, along with curses and fighting.

G held the wrench tighter, twisting on the bolt one more time before he put his hands on the ground and pushed, the cart underneath moving him back. The skeleton wiped his face from the oil, and stood up. He didn't have to think to know where the bickering was coming from.

"jonathan, could you zip it for a minute?" G sighed, coming out of the stores garage and to his customer. "we get it, woe is you, your wife is leaving you and wrecked your car. one thing at a time, okay? i'm here as a fixer, not a mender." (sorry to interrupt guys but i just really liked that quote i made up. 10/10 edgy G)

The blonde haired man, probably in his forties or so, had come to G's shop maybe a week ago with a damaged engine in his car, broken windows and seats. From all the time he's gotten to know Jon, his wife left him after 'a misunderstanding', and his car was destroyed overnight not soon after he was kicked out of the house. He was utterly convinced it was her fault.

"Look at how long it's taking you!" Jonathan shouted, and the monster rolled his eyes. "I'm going to sue her after this. Just... the nerve of that weak excuse of a woman!" He pulled at his hair angrily, pacing around the sidewalk. G leaned against the building, deciding it was time for a break (woe should be him for having to spend his break with this whiny baby), and took out a cigarette. He lit the stick, before putting the pack back in his pocket, not bothering to offer one to the man in front of him.

As Jonathan ranted, G's mind wandered off. He could really use a bath after today's job, he was absolutely covered in oil and grime. Maybe you could use one of those bath bombs and salts you've been talking about so much? Apparently they helped with stress, and lord knew he needed that. Before he came home though, it was grocery day. You said something about wanting some chocolate, but that was it. What was he-

"Gaster!" Suddenly there was hands on his shoulders, shaking him. G glared, shoving Jon's hands off.

"i said it's G, 'aight? and don't get touchy feely with me." Jon rolled his eyes, his foot tapping on the concrete.

"Come with me to my wife's house! You could help me find evidence against her! We could find the weapon she used, or maybe she just used those claws of nails-"

"whoa, what?" G interrupted, frowning. "i'm not getting involved in this. didn't i tell you? i'm a fixer not-"

"Oh, blah, blah." Jon quacked. Immature, much? "You've got to help me,...G, you're the only one that could know this kind of shit. You've been under my car for days!" God, how was he going to get out of this one? G leaned further back on the building, feeling something hard in his back pocket buzz. He took it out, seeing his phone. There was a text from you. Suddenly an idea popped in his brain (well, uh... mind).

"oh, damn," G breathed, putting a hand on his skull. "i'd help you, but i've got a date tonight. you know how these things are... kill me if i miss it, maybe wreck my car." Jonathan looked skeptical and G groaned. "here, i'll text them and see if i can skip, but i don't know..." oh please oh please, don't overlook this. G quickly tapped the buttons on his phone, sending multiple messages with the feeling of the man lurking over him. God dammit.

undie perv 2:13 PM

You know how I was talking about chocolate? Get me the oreo kind. But I also want the symphony whatever the fuck kind that hershey's has? You know what get me both and u will be happy with the results

gs 2:15 PM

hey sweetheart

gs 2:15 PM