Gunpoint (Sans X Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 7

Once again the metronome of tapping heels filled the air. Your skin was stretched by a painfully tight bun and your were squeezed into a skirt and blouse. You felt like a barbie doll that was dead inside. Despite your applied cosmetics your eyes were sunken with lack of sleep.

After the hospital and the break in, you couldn't get the media to back off your ass. Photographers followed you if you were out on campus, reporters flocking to you if you went in public. Even when you locked yourself away in your room you were objected to pile among pile of official government work. It had doubled in your absence and had yet to slow down. You were at your wits end.

As you entered the meeting room you noticed the lack of Frisk and sighed.

Great, I'm early.

You plopped into your seat and patted your bun. You twisted your necklace in between your fingers, waiting patiently for your favorite ambassador to appear. It took ten minutes and you heard the patter of small feet run through the hall. The door swung open and there Frisk stood with a colorful folder in one arm and in the other a bag full of Tupperware. "Hey Frisk!" You greeted as cheerfully as you could.

"Hi (Y/N)! I'm so sorry I'm wait! Mom was running late after school and she wanted me to bring some food for you and-"

"Frisk it's okay! I got here early anyways so I don't mind. Let's just get to the meeting, okay?" You suggested.

"Okay," he said, "But first I have to give these to you!"

You stood as he closed the door and walked to your side. Setting the plastic bag on the table, he revealed a total of seven full meals. "Toriel was worried you weren't getting all your nutrients by Ramen so she went ahead and packed up dinners for you for this week!"

Frisk smiled kindly and you could physically feel your heart rise. "Aw, Frisk! Tell Toriel I said thank you. I really appreciate it."

When you smiled it was genuine, despite your tired eyes. Frisk skipped around the table to his chair and sat. You envied his small colorful folder, glimpsing down at your own several, monotone and full, folders. "Let's begin?" You asked, looking at Frisk.

He nodded, opening his folder and displaying his paperwork. "Let's begin." He nodded.
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You yawned tiredly as you sluggishly packed up your things. Your coffee had run out early on into the meeting and you were running on fumes. Luckily the meeting didn't last long and you could still make your afternoon classes. "Uh, (Y/N)?" Frisk said quietly. "You seem tired. Are you alright?"

You nodded slowly, rubbing your eyes. "Yes. It's just been a little difficult to sleep lately. I'm trying to catch both my classes and my work up but media follows me everywhere I go."

"Oh god. That sounds awful..." Frisk muttered. "Do you want me to get them off of you for today? I could come over later if you want me to!"

You waved a hand passively as you yawned. "You don't have to Frisk. I'll be fine. I can take a nap until my later classes and work during the lecture. It's no biggy."

"Nonsense! I'll bring Sans too! He can help you catch up in school while I help you in work!" He grinned.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you patted his head. "Thank you Frisk."

It was weird. You'd been working with Frisk for a long time, but in the past few weeks you'd grown almost dependent on him and his eternally positive outlook. And all it took was a ride home. You collected your things and opened the door for him as he exited the conference room.