Into Tomorrow (Dancetale!Sans X Reader)

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"I twist my hips, I move like this. Just watch"

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You let your hips swing, wear beading down your forehead. You  kept going, letting the music control your movements.

"I twist my hips, I move like this, i slide and switch, whirl watch me, whirl watch me,"

The song ended, you falling into the splits. Your breathing was heavy, the black sports bra and leggings not venting your heat.

Smiling, you stood back up and grabbed your phone. You were practicing for your preformace at the Dance Club tonight, in front of probably thousands of people.

Struggling two identities was stressful. You were yourself, but also a dancer named Cress. The dancer who was fearless, had sick moves and was pretty hot for a girl. That's what people saw you as when you were Cress. You had only been Cress for a year now, and your fame was unbelievable.

People haven't seen you as the real you.

On top of that, monsters were released from the underground, and assumingly you had some fans there too.

Your life was a wreck by this point.

But hey, you weren't complaining.

You went to your kitchen for a glass of water, when your phone started buzzing. It was your manager, Brandon. You sighed, setting down your glass of water that would have to wait.

"Hello?" You answered.

"(Y/N)! Where have you been? You have got to come down for your mask and outfit fitting for tonight!" He snapped, obviously stressed.

"Oh, sorry Brandon. I'll be right down. And, can you please try to keep my real name down? You know what would happen if everyone found out," You sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Yes, yes. I know. Just get your tail down here before I think otherwise about the performance,"

"Ok, geez. No need to take durastic measures. I'll be right over there. Oh, and can we not wear a really over the top costume please? You know how much I hate the sparkly ones,"

"Yeah, whatever. Just hurry up," Brandon sighed, ending the call. You chuckled, heading to your room. Your identity was kept secret with colored contacts and beautiful crafted masks. You went to your closet, and went to your mask shelf. You carefully picked up a white one, with pointy ends and Rhine stones carved into the edges. It still took your breath away, just looking at it now.

You went and changed into baggy grey jogging pants, with a black crop top. You pulled your hair into a perfect princess bun, then slipped the (f/c) contacts into your eyes. You smiled, then grabbed your keys, phone, and dance bag before heading out the door.