The Chronicles of UNDERTALE

GASTER-BLASTER SANS X WERECAT! READER: PART ONE; DANIELLE (CANCELED)

I clicked my tongue impatiently as I opened the tiny children's book in front of me; eyes squinted in annoyance at the goofy handwriting. This stupid book can't have anything serious on monsters! Much less someone like me...

I threw it down in frustration and earned serval shushes from everyone reading next to me. Well excuse me, but I know I'm in a library!

I crossed my arms as I glanced around the landscape around me, with the high oak ceilings to the looming bookshelves filled to the brim of paper wonders. Yellow lights glared down at us, but it was something I was used too. I came here a lot to do some research. The blue carpet helped to soften the intimidating building's features. The small, secluded area of tables and bean bag chairs was where I was trying to find some information about the newly introduced monsters that were integrating into our society.

Well, not really my society...

I'm not really human.

I rubbed my eyes; gathering sleep dust underneath my fingernails, and let out a long sigh. I have been here for hours... I stole a look at the digital clock hanging above me on the wall.

11:34

Try 30 minutes, bud.

I groaned and banged my forehead aganist the table. They have nothing here on monsters! Usually, the Ebottsville Libray had anything you needed, from legends about knights slaughtering dragons to How To Clip Toe Nails! Well, monsters are a hot topic right now. Perhaps they ran out? I growled as that unfortunate thought ran through my brain and made it ache more. That doesn't help my situation!

I recalled with a ghost of a smile the wide variety of interviews the journalist had to do on television. Some monsters were huge; others I could hold in the palm of my hand. A good amount had sharp teeth and claws; a few had strange curly horns or even golden angular beaks. However, the one's everyone that was obsessing about was the one about two skeleton brothers and a little child.

The child seemed about nine years old, with brown messy hair and darker colored skin. They had a pink and blue striped sweater covered in various stains and tears. The taller skeleton of duo was wearing a strange suit that made him look like he was cosplaying as a obscure anime character. He had a cheerful grin plastered all over his face, and his eyesockets were open and inviting. The shorter skeleton had a blue fluffy hoodie with black basketball shorts and similarly colored leather gloves. His smirk was more like Cheshire Cat; and it sorta gave me the willies.

The interview was smooth at first, they asked them the satisfactory inquiries and they answered brightly but pretty vaguely. The towering skeleton, Papyrus, kept posing and using third person most of the time; while the small skeleton named Sans replied almost shyly and scratched the back of his skull a bunch. Frisk was very polite and hyperactive, for they would not sit still.

That was not the memorable part though; it was after the interviewer asked, "What are you going to do now, Sans the skeleton?"

Sans' fearful beam suddenly broadened, and he got a mischievous gleam in his eye. He clasped his hands together and shrugged.

"Not sure, but I know I'll make a skele-TON of humerus jokes!"

Right then, several things happened. Papyrus started to shout with a uncharacteristic scowl on his face; Frisk snickered and fell out of view of the camera, and I spit out my coffee all over the T.V. screen.

Thanks Sans, now I got a hot mess to clean up.

Just because of that little pun, it became almost as popular as the monster celebrity robot, Mettaton's, premier video. Or even the ever-friendly former goat king, Asgore's interview when he tried to have a tea party with the cameraman.

I realized I was giggling and quickly cut off my abrupt amusement. I have to keep reading! Now that I know that monsters exist, it could be a clue as to why I'm a-

"Excuse me, Danielle?"

I bit my lip and raised it a fraction of a inch. That voice could only be one person...

Ms. Parker. What does she want from me? Well, it's always hard to tell.

Ms. Parker owned the Ebottsville Libray, and I was pretty good friends with her, giving the circumstances of why I was coming here. Yet, and I firgured this out really quickly, she was crazy to the capital T. Or, the capital K. Yes, she is so insane, that she would spell crazy with a K just because it "makes more sense than C!" What she wanted from me could be to clean out Wilson's cage (her pet parrot) or to take a picture of her eating a blue cheese cake.

The withered older woman hauled me out of the chair with surprising strength, and took my wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled me away from the table covered in plastic books. Ms. Parker practically flew across the floor, apparently her long flower decorated skirt not bothering her at all. Her white shirt barely covered the massive- ahem, as she calls it; her "pleasantly plump" belly. The 47 year old's wig threatened to fly off at 50 feet per minute speed she easily kept up with.

In other words, this fat lady was fast.

"Ms. Parker, what the-"

Of course, she came to a stop and shushed me. This is her library, after all. Then, she whispered with a excited tone, "You wanted to know about monsters, right? Well, I think I got just the thing for you!"

Yeah, last time that happened, you handed me a cookbook about Buttered Toast. However, she did assist me a lot, so I decided to humor her.

"Uh, cool! Where are we going then?"

She charged with twice the amount of speed; only by the power of Lady Luck did she manage not to leave any corpses in her awake. I was soon left panting as she slowed down to the front of the building.

"I don't see-" Holy fudgeballs.

Ms. Parker gestured dramatically to a chubby skeleton next to her, who was waving uncomfortably.

"Suprise! Isn't this great? I got a actual monster for you to use!"