Silence Is Bittersweet (DanceTale Sans X Reader)

(23) Lab Results

Friday, April 15th

Anna and the crew wait patiently in cushioned chairs. The waiting room of the lab is plain white, like almost every other room in the building. A plaque with Alphys's name sits on the desk, and a nice looking bear monster sits in a spinning chair. People come in and out, some monsters and some humans.

The group of friends fidget nervously, anxious for the results of the test. They are waiting on the results of the fabric to come through. Is it a part of a hat? A tie? A suit? They definitely think it is from some sort of clothing.

Alphys shuffles out of the doorway, but continues past into another part of the lab. The group of friends hold their breath, and then release it in a sigh of dissapointment. How long are these things supposed to take?

Carson pulls out a phone, and begins typing. Sans fidgits with something in his pocket, and Papyrus is working on a book of puzzles. Undyne is off wherever Alphys is, and Anna simply stares off into space, deep in thought.

She is mostly thinking about her missing friend. Where could she be? Is she ok, or hurt? Anna is bending under the wieght of all of her worry. She needs somewhere to be alone, and to think.

Anna breathes out, and stands slowly. She tugs on her shirt, and slips her phone out of her pocket.
5:30.

"I'll be right back. I just need some fresh air." Anna says.

She receives nods from her company, and swiftly exits the lab. A bench sits in the back, in a little garden. The bench is appealing, it being private and quiet.

The brush and flowers of the little garden surround her, and she takes a seat on the bench. Like promised, she pulls in a long breath of air. She lays back on the wood surface, collecting her thoughts.

They have a piece of fabric. They know it is either from a suit, a tie, or a hat. In Anna's point of view, the hat is unlikely. So that would leave the tie or the suit.

She doesn't know many people with red suits. It is still possible, but the tie seems more likely. The stiffness of the fabric suggests that it was not meant to be comfortable.

Happy with her deductive reasoning, Anna pulls out her phone and ear buds. She plugs them in, and opens her favourite song.

The upbeat tune plays, and Anna stands up. She starts to move her hips, swaying to the beat. Then she moves on to her arms, followed by the rest of her body.

Her movements match the flow of the beat, and she hops around the garden. Kicking her legs up, falling to the ground in a spin, and pumping her arms. She would very much like to be dancing with Undyne right now. They can rock eachother's styles.

The music drowns out the sounds around her, pulling her focus to it.

So, just like you, she doesn't hear the footsteps approaching her.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.

The beat ends, and the music dies away.

Crunch.

Anna stiffens, her instincts having not yet kicked in.

Too late.

A hand flies around her mouth, quickly silencing her cry for help. With almost professional one-handed movements, a damp cloth is placed on her face.

Just like you, she recognizes the danger in its toxins. But, just like you, human beings cannot struggle and hold their breath for too long.

She loses conciousness.