Sans x reader Oneshots

This Wasn't a Part of the Plan

(Listened to this song while thinking the story up. Doesn't have much to do with the actual chapter)

  I lie around, being rather bored. I stand up and groan.   

"Work..." I get up and change into black pants, a blouse, and flats. The clock on my nightstand says 4:30 I shake my head. I grab my earpiece and clipboard. I put in my earpiece as I lock my door. I toss my bag and clipboard in the car and sit down. I turn on the radio and start driving, at every stop light checking my to-do list for the day. 

I drive into the parking out and park. 6:00... Still too long. I grab my stuff and lock the car once I get out. Everyone is rushing around, making coffee, signing papers, yelling at each other. BP rushes to my side, my (preferred coffee/tea) in his paws. 

"Here you go, (Y/n). We sure are busy today. With the concert and all," he says, tail swishing. I nod and take a sip.

"I just hope Mettaton can get here in time, after all. Make-up does take forever. And last minute check-ups, tours, showing VIPs to their spots. Making sure everyone is here. It's gonna be wild," I shake my head and head backstage.

"BP."

"Yes ma'am?" he asks. 

"Make sure the catering and lights are a go. I'll take care of everything back here," I order. BP nods and heads off. I turn on my earpiece and head down to the props section. 

~~~

"(Y/n), darling!" Mettaton calls. I turn around and wait for him as he struts down the narrow hall. 

"What is it?" I ask, checking off a few things.

"Darling! Did you even brush your hair?" he asks. I shake my head after a moment.

"No, I don't seem to remember doing so."

"Oh, goodness gracious. You need to be fabulous for tonight! I swear you never listen to me!"

"That's a lie. I listen to your requests all the time. I just happen to ignore your comments on my beauty. Besides I see no reason to be beautiful if only the people backstage will see me."

"Utter nonsense! Make-up! Laurance! Come here!" A group comes out of nowhere. I shake my head.

"Mettaton, this is not necessary. We do not need to make sure I look presentable," I assure. Mettaton rolls his eyes and walks away into his room. The group pounces and take me to the make-up room.

"Wonderful..." I groan. Laurance chuckles and pulls my head back once I'm sat down. He starts brushing it and I pay attention to the earpiece again, trying to ignore them.

~~~

I usher Mettaton on stage and get back up dancers in their placers. Backup singers and everyone else is in their spots. I then go and watch from the sidelines. Mettaton is singing a cliche love song the writer made for him. A story about being numb to everything and finding someone so broken. Together they made the numb feel and the broken whole. Rather boring. I shake my head continue backstage. BP is sitting down, I join him on a chair. 

"Well, are you proud?" BP asks me.

"What?"

"Mettaton, he was your personal project. You took him when you found him barely scraping by. You picked him up, signed him up for jobs and got him going. Now here he is, surrounded by millions of loyal fans," BP explains. 

"I suppose." BP smiles and holds up his hand. I give him the high-five and listen to the show. Is that what it was? Pride? I guess it makes sense.

~~~

"And now! For a surprise!" Mettaton's voice rings out and my heart clenches in fear.

"What?"

"I have a gift for one of my fans tonight!" What? What? Metta?! Since when was this planned?! I feel the ball of terror rise up in my gut and I almost puke. I race up to the side, pushing past people to see even a bit of Mettaton. I get up there and Mettaton meets my eyes and grins.

"And now here's our gift," he laughs. I freeze up and shake my head rapidly. They're not supposed to see me! Mettaton walks over, heels clicking, music playing over the speakers. I turn quickly to glare at BP. He's sweating, he waves and rushes away. Mettaton takes my hand and leads me out onto the stage. Fear settles in and I look down and away from the crowd. I take my hand away and start twiddling my thumbs, refusing to look at the audience. 

"Alright then! Who's willing to volunteer for a date with her?" Mettaton shouts. Hollers and shouts go up. I flinch and take a step backward, a hand is on my back in an instant and it pushes me forward. A hand pushes my chin up and I gulp. 

"Anyone volunteering for someone else?!" Mettaton asks the audience. More hands join the crowd. He cocks his head and walks forward guiding me along with him. He scans the crowd. I take shallow breaths and focus on my steps. 

 He then whips around and shouts, "You!" I jump and look over, it's someone in the VIP section. A spotlight shines on someone sitting in their seat. I send a mental curse to the lighting and look them over quickly. Short, skeleton, wearing a blue jacket, leaning forward on the table, empty eye sockets. A tall skeleton picks him up with a cheer. The crowd still isn't quiet and I shudder, leaning closer to Mettaton.

"Why?" my voice shakes. 

"Because I worry about you," he whispers. I whimper and clasp my hands together. The taller skeleton forces the short one onto the stage and Mettaton beams.

"Sorry, everyone! We'll be leaving now!" he calls. The curtains close quickly and the lights turn to white soft lights. I gulp and make to head off stage. But a hand stops me.

"Not so quickly, darling. You still have a date tonight." I grit my teeth and clear my throat. I turn around and stick out my hand.

"I am sorry for Mettaton's outburst. I had no idea this was going to happen. Though it seems everyone else did," I state, I glare at Mettaton out of the corner of my eye. The skeleton blinks a few times, small white dots appearing. They breathe out a 'heh' and takes my hand.

"Don't worry about it. I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton," Sans says. 

"I'm (Y/n)."