*DISCONTINUED* Can you hear me? [Sans x Reader]

twenty three

Quick note from moi, but the image below is the outfit I had planned for this chapter. The description is still in the chapter itself, I just felt like drawing it too. Feel free to imagine her how you like (i.e hair, eyes, actual features) but this is the outfit I tried to describe and just how I imagine (y/n) when writing her in. Anyway enjoy and stay tuned for the author's note at the end!~

"Show starts in five people!" One of the event coordinators yelled, her call sending the backstage into a flurry of final preparations. In giddy expectation, you bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet. You shook out your hands again, stretched your arms, and started humming to warm up your vocal cords a little. Though you didn't perform until the very end of the event, the second last person actually, you were still required to go on stage at the very beginning of the event, even though it was simply to clap and cheer. Though Mettaton was also performing, and wasn't due on stage until after you, he was also the chosen monster host of the show. Which is why he wasn't keeping you company.

It was really too bad you weren't allowed to head into the VIP section. That's where all the others were. Together, you and Mettaton managed to secure enough VIP tickets for the rest of the gang so they could have front row seats. The VIP section was off to the right of center, but it was right up against the raised platform. There they'd be able to see the entire show easily, and wouldn't be bothered by the news reporters strewn throughout the crowd. Which was surprisingly sizable, actually. But maybe that was to be expected. This was only the second New Year's event the monsters from the Underground had be able to participate in, and this year the organizers were going all out. With all the monster adding to the human numbers that usually turned up, the crowd was bigger than ever before.

"Show time darling!" Mettaton suddenly said, throwing his arm around your shoulder in an excited manner, bringing you from you musings. "Ready?"

You glanced down at your outfit one last time, making sure everything was still in order. Tonight you were sporting short khaki shorts, a tight (f/c) T-shirt, rainbow striped leggings with matching fingerless, above the elbow gloves, dark brown lace up boots, a red scarf with embroidered silver stars, and blue earmuffs to top it all off. Across your cheeks was two paths of silver stars, a gimic your makeup team came up with to cover the cut on the one side. You knew you looked rather childish, but the idea of the outfit was "fun", and it fit with your on stage persona. And, unbeknownst to your costume designer, you slipped the necklace Sans' had given to you under your scarf. You actually hardly took the thing off anymore, it had just become a part of your daily routine. It just didn't feel right not having the necklace firmly clasped around your neck.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" You grinned at Mettaton, just as the coordinator yelled;

"Show time people, lets go!"

With a grin, Mettaton grabbed onto your hand and led you out onto the stage. Lights blared in your eyes and the crowd roared, temporarily blinding and defending you. A familiar buzz swept through you, and you immediately adopted your biggest smile. As the others performers and backup dancers piled onto the stage, you heard the human announcer and host yell into his microphone, in a cliched manner, "Now let's start this off with a bang!"