Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 1 ~ Different Smells

You tucked your remaining strands of hair out your face, finishing up your makeup and outfit.

You stood from your chair, sighing and brushing down the small wrinkles along your short dress.

Your didn't like your outfit.  Your dress felt like it was pinching your body, and it was much too short for your liking. You had makeup on; however, you didn't mind some powder or mascara or lipstick, it was just that the amount that you had on felt so caked, like your skin was covered in a four inch mask. You thought your (H/L) (H/C) hair was fine with just a few touch ups, but instead, you put on way too much hairspray to please your audience. It felt like you had poured bottles of liquid glue all over your scalp.

You weren't yourself at all.

You took a deep breath as the man came from behind the curtain.

"Hey, you're on in twenty seconds! Get'chur ass out here!" The man barked at you impatiently. Ignoring the rude tone in his voice, you did another once over in the mirror before feeling rather satisfied, or at least knowing the audience would be satisfied. "Hurry up, toots!"

"I'm coming." You told him sweetly, flashing a nice smile to him just to piss him off. You weren't a mean person, but you knew how to get under people's skin. He rolled his eyes with a scoff and opened the curtain for you.

"And now, introducing one of our most classic and loyal singers that we have, please put your hands together for (Y/N)!" The club owner announced to the crowd, which began clapping loudly, an overbearing sound to your ears, like it always seemed be.

You squinted and slightly flinched as the bright spotlight shined on your delicate (E/C) eyes. You sent a warm wave to the crowd, choking back the cough from the overwhelming scent of smoke that invaded your nostrils.

You gave a welcoming smile, said hello to the crowd, thanked the owner for keeping you there for so long, and began singing your first song.

You sang it perfectly, hitting all the high notes, giving little dances and jigs to the beat, and blowing little kisses to the crowd during the song.

The audience cheered obnoxiously, and you had to try your hardest not to wince at the constant and ceaseless sounds echoing through the bar. Not to mention those lewd comments laced through the sounds of palm against palm.

You put your hands to your chest as a grateful gesture for their hollers and whoops. You looked around the bar as your eyes got used to the lights that were blinding you, and saw all the regulars. A few were missing, sure, but it was all the same faces.

Eventually, your gaze landed on a fellow who you'd never seen before, a skeleton with a smile on his cold and somehow emotionless face. He was unamused, but gave you an intense stare, almost like he was waiting for you to do something, but pressing the matter with only his white glowing pupils in his black sockets.

He wore a gray vest and a white dress shirt underneath, a fedora to match. The skeleton had a nice cyan ribbon around the fedora, along with the same colored tie. He was wearing black dress shoes that shined in the dim bar lights. It was obvious to you that the monster had style.

He was smoking a large cigar, and just then did you notice how much bigger than the humans he was. He wasn't fat or like 13 feet tall or anything, he seemed like he was normal for a monster, but he would tower over the human buffs like they were small boys. Not even coming close to the skeleton's seven feet in height, those goons would most likely tremble in his presence.

You gulped, then regained composure and averted your gaze with a forced grin.

"Thank you all so much!" You said with a cute and delicate voice. "It's a pleasure singing for you all! Hit it, Louis!" It was a lie though, you didn't enjoy these foul bars and clubs with such bad conditions for singers, but you kept your tone playful and happy. The piano man began running his skilled fingers along the keys; he knew his instrument and was a sweet guy you knew personally.