Broken and Fixed - (Reader x Sans)

Ch. 24 ~ Attention

A/N: Hello, my little skeleton-lovers!  So, the picture above is from Twitter, and this is what I imagine Sans to look like!  Of course, this book is sort of Mafiatale!Sans and UT!Sans combined...?  With the slight attitude of UF!Sans.  Anyways, this picture is on the page of the wonderful and incredibly talented @93KitKatz on Twitter!!!  They do amazing pictures of Sans and you should totally check em out!  Alright— enjoy this chapter and don't forget to check out KitKat for more of their awesome art!!!
~ https://twitter.com/93KitKatz ~

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"Hey, bartender," you beckoned.  "Can I get a ketchup and a (F/Drink)?" He nodded and went around to grab your drink orders.  You smiled as a 'thank you', and waited for him to return.

While you were waiting, a man took the seat next to you, and turned to face you.

You tried to ignore his gaze that bore into you, but it was kind of hard considering he was sitting right next to you.  After the bartender brought out a ketchup and your drink, you faced the mysterious man that was eyeing you.

"What do you want?" You asked in a lazy tone.  The man smirked lustfully, much to your annoyance.  Great, you'd have to deal with a drunk and horny person.

"I kinda want you right now," he winked.  You reacted with an eye roll, and you sipped at your drink.  Once you set it down, you faced the man again with an unamused expression upon your features.

"Listen, bucko, I'm taken, and I'd back off if I were you." You shrugged, unfazed about the fact that you knew your boyfriend would probably break that man's arm if he kept flirting with you.  His smirk grew, and you sipped your drink once more.

"You don't have to tell him." He winked again.  It wasn't like when Sans would wink at you and you'd get all flustered and butterflies would go crazy in your gut.  It disgusted you.  You didn't like it.

"don't haf'ta tell me what exactly?" You heard a deep voice ask from behind you.  Relief coursed through your veins as the man beside you turned nervous.  You saw clear fear glistening in his pupils when he looked to the figure behind you, and amusement laced into a smile tugging at your lips.

"Remember when I told you I was taken?" You asked him with a cocked eyebrow, as if you expected him to say 'no'.  But you didn't expect him to say no, you knew he'd say yes.

However, he just didn't reply.

"get away from my dolly, fucko," Sans growled.  You could tell just by the tone of his voice that his pupils had disappeared.  No wonder the man was so petrified.  His empty socket glare could give anyone nightmares.  The flirty drunk scrambled from his seat quickly, and in his place sat an attractive skeleton wearing black sweatpants and a loose t-shirt.

You slid the ketchup bottle over to him, and you sipped your drink again.  The alcohol burned your throat, but it tasted so good. 

"how'd the kill go?" He asked you nonchalantly.  You shrugged.

"Uneventful, really.  He didn't get far because I tore his arm off.  Nothing happened.  It was kinda boring to tell the truth." You told him. He snorted.

"ya tore his arm off? i woulda wanted t' see that." He chuckled, taking a large gulp from the ketchup bottle. 

"Pfft- I think his body is still in the back.  You can check it out if you want." You suggested with a joking grin.

"i think i'll pass, but for real— nothin' happened? ya totally fine? he didn't get anywhere wit' ya?" Sans asked again, concern tightening each word he said to you. You smiled at him as assuringly as you could.