Firewatch {Sans x Reader}

Day 1

I sit at my desk, gazing at the Two Forks Lookout again. Something about Sans interested me. I glance over at the clock that reads '2:45.'
     I grab my radio from the charger. I look through my binoculars to see movement from within the lookout tower.

"Morning, Sans," I say, pushing the PTT button. "Well, I guess more like 'good afternoon'. You slept forever. Well, there's still plenty of time left in the day to work so, call me when you're ready."

Static erupts from the radio. A deep chuckle sounds from the receiver. "sorry. i guess i slept in pretty late, didn't i?" I laugh in response.
     "Well, now that you're awake, we can talk about what this job entails," I say. "In the middle of your room is a table with a round map. See it?" Sans hums in response. "That's the Osborne Fire Finder. You use this to spot, you guessed it, fir-- what the fuck?"
     "what?" Sans asks. I stare out my window, squinting.
     "Nothing. Um, you use this to-- oh, fuck me!"
     "good god, language," Sans replies. I stare in disbelief at the fireworks shooting up over the trees.
     "Out your west-facing window. You see what I see?" Sans pauses for a moment.
     "whoa! aren't those like, illegal?"
     "Uh, yes! You need to get down there and stop them. Fire danger is through the fucking roof."
     "is that really my job?" He asks. "can't like, a ranger do that?"
     "Your job is whatever I tell you to do. There are no rangers anywhere near you," I state. "Now, go down there and set 'em straight."

"You'll probably need some rope to get down a shale slide that's between you and the lake if I remember right. There's a supply box on the way that should have one. The code's 1-2-3-4. That's uh, the same for all of them."
     "secure," Sans observes sarcastically.
     "Shut up."

The line goes silent as Sans starts towards the fireworks. I stare out the window at the firecrackers fizzling out in the sky. I press in the PTT on my radio again.
     "Who would even light fireworks during the day? You can hardly see them," I point out.
     "the same people who would light fireworks in a park," he replies. I laugh.

"i'm at the supply box," Sans states.
     "That was fast."
     "hey, there's a granola bar in here," Sans exclaims.
     "I wouldn't eat that. It's probably somewhere near two years old."
     "too late," I hear Sans say, his voice muffled. He swallows the stale granola bar before saying, "there's a note in here to a guy named ron from someone named dave."
     "Hmm, that's probably Dave Gaskill. He's completely crazy," I respond. "These jobs seem to attract guys like him." Sans laughs in response.
     "guess you got lucky this summer," he replies.

I set the radio down and continue watching the fireworks show.
     "i made it to the shale slide," Sans says. I break my gaze from the window to the radio as I pick it up. "it's pretty steep. how am i supposed to get down this?"
     "I don't think it's that bad. It's not even named on our topos."
     "you should call it, 'Shitty Boss Is Gonna Get Me Killed Hill'," he says.
     "Oh, ha, ha," I reply. I scribble the cute name on my map and circle it. "Just attach the rope to something nearby and take it slow."
     "yeah, that's not happening." The line goes silent for a minute. I ponder his meaning as I wait for him to speak again.

"so, i'm in a big meadow and i don't really know where to look for our, uh, pyrotechnicians."
     "Keep heading west, toward the lake. Lots of college kids like to hang out down there."

A sigh comes from the other end of the line. "there's beer cans here. like, tons of them. and a bottle of whiskey." I hear the sound of glass smashing. "they even left a smoldering campfire here." The sounds of Sans stomping on the fire come through the radio.
     "Well, Forrest Byrnes won't be too pleased with them." The sounds of his stomping stop.
     "who?"
     "Forrest Byrnes. He's like our mascot."