Can I take you to Dinner? Mafi-fell!Sans x Reader. [COMPLETED]

Big Mistake

"Order up!"

The ring of the bell sounded from behind you, stopping you in your tracks, a tired groan escaping your lips as you turned full circle. Back to the accursed pass you went, hands that were full of colourful plates of exotic food only itching to reach behind and undo your apron. Today had been a long day.... ok, glancing up at the dusty, cheap clock above the pass it had only been an hour since you started, half-past nine, but still, you were tired, you were hangry and coffee-deprived which only accentuated the first two; not the best start to your morning.

Then again.... since when had there ever been good mornings?

You did your best to fight a sour frown, managing a patient, keen grin as you made your way up to Grillby who flickered silently, watching until you stopped short of the window. He stared before bluntly placing a plate atop of your head, you teetering as you tried to keep the stack of pancakes stable. "That one's Table 49, sweets," he paused, watching you as you continued to sway from side to side in attempt to not wear someone else's breakfast. "....Here." He said in a smooth crackle, lifting his finger, you straining yourself to watch as the pancakes were encased in warm orange glow, straightening themselves. You let out a little puff of air, cautiously straightening yourself little by little and to your relieved surprise the pancakes stayed perfectly motionless.

You sighed happily before Grillby spoke again: "The magic should hold them there until you reach the table. Now go, bub." You felt him wink before you turned around, advancing determined into the dining room again, ready for war against spilled food, sticky juice— and stray crayons. They were a safety hazard! To both monsters and humans! Being honest you never knew that all this magic and... well you didn't like saying monsters as you felt a tiny bit racist saying it but Grillby assured you it was fine... so long as you used the right tone. But you didn't know that any of this existed until a few weeks ago, until a job appeared when you needed it most, until the news and word on the street was all but the fact that monsters had erupted from a hole in the earth, as though they had been there all along.

It saddened you to think, they were pleasant enough, you considered them equals despite popular opinion- which wanted to shove them back in the hole, cover it up and never speak of the 'dangerous natives' again. Looking around at all the faces that were the perfect picture of happiness, you knew that they had found home, you smiled. This  made the job somewhat worthwhile. "Order up!!" Grillby's crackling voice and the obnoxious ring of the bell broke you out of your thoughts, turning your head in attention to the pass. You quickly bowed your head, placing down the pancakes that lost their orange glow as they made contact with the table. You didn't have time to marvel, Grillby was dinging the bell to 'the funeral march' in boredom.

The monsters gratefully thanked you, snapping you out of it; "You're welcome." tumbling out of you instinctively with a small courteous grin before you scuttled off, preparing to get loaded with armfuls of plates again. Grillby only handed you one dinky little tray however, his flickers becoming a little less hearty, as if being serious: "This one's for the gentleman over on the stool. Don't say anything to him, just give him his plate, his privacy and come right back. You've got this sweetheart." Grillby said, giving you a weak thumbs up before dissapearing into the recesses of the kitchen without another word.

You stood there, staring stunned at the empty pass for a moment before turning around to scope the dining room full of lively monsters engaging in their own trifle conversations. You glanced down curiously at the dinged-up tray: A steaming Black Coffee and a fat stack of pancakes drenched in dripping yellow... you sniffed, nose crinkling in disgust. "Mustard?!" You exclaimed under your breath, now trying to hold said breath as you scanned desperately before you found the large hunched, black mass-like figure residing by the stools. You quickened your pace, striding over as quickly as you could before you found yourself at the figure's side.

You inhaled slightly before laying the items down carefully on the bench before the figure before giving a slight bow of the head before turning, about to walk back- "THANK YOU..." The deathly rasp came. It was with those words that the restaurant went dead, like the mellow mood just took a dive jump and plummeted face-first onto the ground.

You stiffly turned, not wanting to be rude, though you were curious as to why the entire restaurant stopped breathing at that moment. You didn't entirely meet the gaze of the person before you stammered out your classic: "Y-You're welcome..-" but when your gaze met it was as though a lance had speared you through the stomach. The figure had straightened, a colossally high yet skinny skeletal figure stared back with a lethal purple glint in his socket from behind impeccable glasses.

Deep engraved scars, cuts... you weren't quite sure what they were- ran through his skull, one under his left socket, one above his right. A precarious, stretched grin that didn't really suit the vibe you were receiving was settled on his face, pleasant looking, but chilling all the same. Dressed in a turtleneck in the shade of deep, rich violet and a cloak of black, he looked like a scientist of sorts, sorts you didn't want to know.

He noticed your gasp and chuckled, the whispering sound reverberating off of the cafe walls. "I SEE, SHE SPEAKS. AND WHO MIGHT YOU BE, MY DEAR?" He asked, amused. Your legs trembled as you gulped, struggling to find your words, your name, your sense of self before you watched him laugh again, one of his curious holed-through hands coming towards you. You winced, expecting the worst until you felt the slightest tug at your shirt, opening one eye hesitantly only to see him studying your name tag with utmost curiosity and care: "(Y/N)..." He rumbled in a tone that suggested a liking to the sound of it, his sudden closeness unnerving.

"YOU KNOW, MISS (Y/N), YOU'RE THE FIRST PERSON I'VE SPOKEN TO IN YEARS, BESIDES IDIOTS OF COURSE..." He began, you giving a hesitant chuckle as he straightened much to your relief, but his grip on your tag remained. A perplexed, almost apologetic expression crossed his sockets: "OH.. MY, IT'S BEEN THAT LONG THAT I'VE FORGOTTEN MY MANNERS," He chuckled again: "MY NAME IS DR. W.D—"

He was cut off mid-sentence by the doorbell chiming merrily, instant relief sweeping over you as the figure suddenly let go. Oh what a miraculous sound it was- it was a blessing! Your rugged, street-side Prince Charming— your saviour- had finally arrived. You let a grateful smile don your features, turning your head towards the front door or moreover, your salvator— that came in the form of a second hulking skeleton-?!

Mistake. Big, mistake.