Uncalled For (A Mafia Sans x Reader)

1}The More You Know

You weren't always like this. Being cautious of every step you took, every turn and choice you made. You were paranoid.

You came to this city to study for your college major. But having not enough money, you were selected to be living in a poor excuse for a part of town. It was better than the actual streets you reminded yourself. People getting cut and threatened. Your mother was always wary of you being in unfamiliar places, but you always shook it off. Look what happened.

You were held at gun point in one of your first weeks staying here. A foolish mistake you made, to be touring like it's your vacation.

The man found nothing useful in your bag full of textbooks and such, leaving you beaten up with your phone shattered.

After that incident, you sought to never cross near alleys again.

Time Skip~

Morning. You would have to go to class now, again. Your schedule thankfully wasn't a ruckus so you managed to have free time. It was although a hassle to keep track of every possession you owned and to assure that your home was locked, and secure.

You pulled out a hoodie, some fake jeans, and a shirt. The hoodie was of your favorite color(s) and your shirt to be a comfortable (favorite color: example- blue). (((Fake jeans are pants that look like jeans :0 )))

It was fairly still dark out for being 8:00. Guess it's overcast, you thought. And indeed it was.

You stepped out on the porch.  Little droplets planted your face and soon they became heavier, and faster. You started jogging to the nearest open building, which was a restaurant. You didn't have time to read the sign and rushed right in.

You stepped in a dim lit, neon themed bar with soft jazz music in the background, playing from a beat up jukebox. You look up and find only a single person inside. He leaned casually cleaning a wine glass. Well, er... Not a person, but a monster. It wasn't uncommon to see monsters. They live about their normal lives like the humans, ever since they were freed from their hell in the Underground.

The monster appeared to be, a blue fire? Wearing rectangular glasses, and a scar that lined vertically down from his brow, to where his cheek bone would be. He noticed you at the front and gave you a stern look, something your mother would give you if you did something wrong.

"Mind cleaning your filth before stepping around in my bar?", he said nonchalantly, still focused on wiping the glass.

"Right, sorry, sir", you spoke out to him, dragging your feet across the black mat, the mud seeping into it. 

A glass clinks as you finish up and you see the fire take out a menu.

"What do ya want to eat? Burger, fries?", his voice trailing off for you to answer.

"Well I'm quite honestly in the mood for a quick snack, so just the fries if that's possible", you say heading to the counter.

"Duh, I did ask ya burgers or  fries", he said heading to cook up the meal.

You shifted to sit in one of the booths and await. The gentle seeming rain splashed and streamed down the window in a peaceful beat. The street was blurred like a kid's artwork, swiped around and unidentifiable. You did however see the stoplight to turn from bright tomato red to a jade green. Cars drove by and distance honks were heard. Heavy traffic did seem to pour in by at this time.

You hear a clatter and jump seeing the plate of golden fries has been set on the table.

He leaves you with the bill, which you sign off and leave a few bucks, including a tip.

The fries have crisp brown edges, and as you touched them, they seemed to warm your fingertips gently, even if they were steaming hot. You get some ketchup to drown the heat of the fries from the cold, thick red sauce. You dip a fry in and bite it. This was one of the best things you've ate since you've got here. Anything else you ate was Chinese food in a small box, or tasteless cereal. The fry soothed your thoughts and you look at a clock. It was 8:24. You still had enough time to walk to class, but with the downpour and no umbrella, it would be difficult to get there on time. 

You bring the bill with the money to the bartender and thank him, leaving out to the streets.

The rain hadn't lessened.

You pulled your hoodie over your head and held the fries close to you, afraid they would burn out like a flame if they were drenched.

Some cars whipped past, making the puddles of water fly in the air and catch anyone on the streets.

Typical.

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