wrong number | sans .

act ii | The Great Papyrus

As promised, You were called into work by your boss. 'Top secret', he said, despite having reporters from the neighboring towns gathered near the quarantine camp.

Tapping the notepad with the end of your pen. Your gaze hard, shoulders tensed and lips pulled into a tight line as you stood behind your boss. Fighting back a dopey grin at the King and Queen of Monsters that stood in front of yours truly. Their knowing smiles were mistaken for politeness, their gazed like a hot summer evening on you. Writing down the notes, you nodded your head at your boss. Attempting to at least seem professional in front of them.

it's like they never seen you laugh so hard that you cried. Nope, no, never! That would be scandalous!

"That's enough of me," your boss said, stepping aside and gestured you forth. Completely wiping the smile from your lips, you stepped forth and quickly pocketed your notepad and extended your hand. "I'm Y/N L/N. I'll be in charge of your safety and citizenship."

You raises your brow at your boss. "Sir, will all due respect, that isn't my profession." You say. Your boss narrowed their eyes at you with a soft glare. Frowning softly before turning to Toriel and Asgore. "I apologize, I'd love to work with you and your population."

"I'll need a team, though." You say shortly, eyeing your boss.

Toriel quirked her brow, the motherly smile presented on her lips as she took your hand in her large paws. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. L/N."

"oh. Please, just call me Y/n." You grinned, your nose wrinkling softly. Toriel giggled knowingly as Asgore lightly squeezed your shoulders.

"we couldn't have asked for a better representative, Y/n."

"it'll be a pleasure working along side you, King Asgore."

The King chuckled deeply. "Call me Asgore."

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Sans was an absolute idiot. He knew you were coming, he knew you were going to represent them along side Frisk yet for obvious reasons to him, he couldn't stop looking at you. He was making himself out for a fool!

How could he suggest fake dating with you? Sure! He was absolutely smitten with you, he loved your laugh, the way your nose wrinkled, the little noises you made when you were embarrassed and the fact that he felt safe around you - didn't mean that you should date him off the bat.

The way you moved, the way you talked to Toriel and Asgore as if you never did before today. The façade you had on was wavering with uncontrollable giggles and excitement in front of your boss.

Sitting near a tree, his eye lights trained on you with a (almost) lovesick sigh coming from him.

If he thought you looked pretty last night, then you looked absolutely divine in the morning sun. Instead of the messily thrown on clothes, you wore tight jeans, white dressed shirt (and spirits help him; open collar), black heeled boots with a loose tan jacket hanging off your shoulders.

Papyrus was sitting next to him, facing a different direction whilst making a flower crown of the flowers he picked up around the campsite. Humming softly to himself while he concentrated on the roots.

"IF YOU LIKE HER SO BAD, WHY DON'T YOU ASK HER OUT?" Papyrus spoke up, momentarily forgetting his crown to glance up at sans then towards you. "I LIKE HER. SHE'S NICE AND.. WELL, Y/N."

Sans chuckled, zipping up his sweater and slouched against the tree. His smile easy and relaxed. "humans have a system, bro."

"SYSTEM? YOU MEAN LIKE MY DATING HANDBOOK?"

Sans shrugged his shoulders. "guess so."

"FOLLOW THE STEPS AND SHE WILL SHOWER YOU IN HUGS AND KISSES!" Papyrus lowered the unfinished crown on the ground, his smile wide as he walked off - leaving Sans confused for a moment before he returned with a book in his hand. "THE DATING HANDBOOK! IT'LL MAKE HER SWOON!" He said, dropping to the ground and flipped through the pages.

Sans craned his neck back, lazily looking over Papyrus's shoulder to the washed out dating handbook he oh-so held dearly. A nervous chuckle coming from the eldest of the two as he pushed himself to sit upright.

"i did ask her out," Sans spoke, "well.. kinda?" He muttered, scratching his cheek. Papyrus paused his reading to look up, confusion written over his features and waited for Sans to elaborate on what he meant by 'kinda'.

"..i suggested.. fake.. dating..?"

Papyrus's gasped horrifically, snapping the dating book shut. "NYOO! THOSE ROMANCES ALWAYS END UP TERRIBLE!" He frantically shook his skull. "NYOOO! DON'T TELL ME YOU MESSED UP ALREADY?!"

Sans forced a chuckle, embarrassingly slouching down and covered the bottom half of his grin with his sweater. His hands balling in his sweater pockets as sweat began to appear over his skull.

Papyrus narrowed his sockets, standing up with a bounce and pointed down at Sans - the eldest wishing to sink into the ground - and laughed. "YOU ARE FORTUNATE TO BE THE LOVEABLE BROTHER OF PAPYRUS! I, PAPYRUS, WILL PLEDGE ON HELPING YOU WITH YOUR AWKWARD ROMANCE, SANS!"

"...thanks bro..?"

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Author's note: Oop, it's a short chapter. The next one is exciting though since it'll be various scenes of working Reader being distracted by skeleton brothers trying to 'woo' her xD