AU Sans x Reader Oneshots!!!

Dancetale Sans x Dancer Reader

Today was the big day...

The day I will dance to the hardest piece I have ever done as a duet...

Solos are my forte, but, duets are more complicated if you ask me. The way that you both have to be in sync, is just so... irritating!

Also it doesn't help that we couldn't choose our own partners!

I wanted one of my friends! Someone that I was comfortable dancing with, being around with... Not someone who's a literal monster! He always has this smile on his face, as though he doesn't care. He's extremely laid back, which I would have liked, but his goes another step further in laziness. I already heard the complaining from his taller brother, Papyrus. He loudly speaks his mind of his lazy brother. How he always takes breaks, how he sleeps during school, and how he, never picks up his one sock.

It's a wonder he gets an A in this dancing class.

Any who, our dance teacher paired us up, claiming that later in life, we wouldn't like some of our co-workers, and we had to deal with it. She's right, but that doesn't make life any easier! I bet Sans doesn't even care that he got me as his partner. We don't even have the same taste in dance. His is hip-hop, mine, is contemporary. How on EARTH does this teacher think we are going to get a superior rating in this fall dance competition?!

It's practically impossible! Those two clash!

"Are you going to stare into the depths of that cereal or are you actually going to eat it?" A quip sounded from behind me. My older brother, Anthony, was slouched against the refrigerator door, holding a glass of milk in his hand.

"Eat my cereal wise-guy." I snarked back, shoving a spoonful of soggy cereal into my mouth.

"Hmm. Interesting cereal you got here." My brother was inspecting the cereal box with a picture of a... gray-haired, cat-dog monster. Loud and proud, it announced the brand of the cereal, TEMMIE FLAKES! on the front of it in blue and yellow text. I lifted my eyebrows in question at what he was trying to point out.

"And?" I gestured with my spoon, causing a drop of milk to be spilt onto the wood table.

"There's a monster on the cover." He spoke bluntly, jabbing his finger into the monster's imprinted muzzle, a frown on his face.

"So what?" I shrugged my shoulders, feeling slightly offended for some reason.

My brother sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "It's the fact that they are selling it!" He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "It's ridiculous!"

"How is it ridiculous?!" I stood up suddenly, my chair screeching at the drastic movement.

"That the monsters are actually functioning in life!" He gestured to the box, an exasperated look in his eyes. "How could they when they should be trapped in the underground! They can kill us! They're a threat to human kind!"

"But they're not what they seem to be Anthony!!" I shouted back, startling myself at my emotion behind it.

"You wicked monster lover!" He leaned close to my face, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes, and with an accusing finger pointed right at me.

"..." I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I closed my jaw, making an audible 'click' sound. I looked down to my feet, slightly ashamed of my actions, when deep down inside of me, I knew that I was right. I looked back to my brother, his expression still that same scowl. I frowned at him, and crossed my arms against my chest.

"That's an oxymoron." I pointed out, then pivoted on my heel, turning to retrieve my bag and school things. I could hear a muffled comeback from Anthony, but I didn't give any heave. I wasn't going to waste my dignity on a one-sided argument. With my computer bag hanging on my shoulder comfortably, I set out to my car, the keys in one hand, my dance bag in the other.