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

Staredown the king

You stood stationed and glaring before he laughed.

"There's no need to be so hostile little one,  please, come sit with me." He chuckled, too jolly a tone for an experienced killer. You narrowed your gaze before crossing over to sit, gun still aimed for the centre of his fuzzy forehead. Papyrus lifted a hand to pry it away before Asgore halted him, raising a finger. "There's no need, if it makes the lady feel safer then she can by all means continue." You scoffed. "You make it sound like I'm afraid of pulling the trigger, like I'm afraid of killing you."

Asgore sighed with a faint smile. "The things youth do for love nowadays..." He chuckled to himself, playing with his teacup. Why wasn't he taking you seriously?! "I don't believe that you would do it." He said, sobering slightly, your eyes flaring at his nerve. "As I recall you were hesitant to harm Undyne herself- correct?" He smiled simply, as though he didn't have a barrel pressed between the centre of his head. This guy.

Your hand began to quake, you gritting as you clasped it with both, still attempting to aim before he lowered it away from himself with only a mere finger. You followed the movement and before you knew it, the gun had been lain on the table. Tears sprung in wells from the innermost corners of your eyes. You had failed. Asgore made a sound of sympathy before producing a napkin, dabbing your eyes most delicately.

"There, there... you haven't failed anyone dear madam... In fact I am quite impressed with your efforts!" He commended. You gazed up at his kind features. "What efforts?" You sniffled bitterly. "You've defeated every monster I've thrown at you-" "B-But that wasn't me! That was Sans-" "Don't be so modest my dear! True he may have defeated them, but you were the catalyst for it! You were the one that finished them off! No monster would've found the Gaster gang of it weren't for you! Sans has been undetected for so long but you brought him out for us!" He exclaimed joyously.

"But, I-I didn't mean to." He tutted at your response. "I'm sure no one ever means to but you did. I, for one am proud that you did-" "So you could kill him-!!" You hissed, tears now jetting down your cheeks.

There was silence, thick and swallowing as you began to sob. "Please," you began in hoarse whisper. "Isn't there some other way he can pay that doesn't involve death-? If you have to kill me then can't you do that instead? That's what you want right? That's what all this has been about-" You swept up the gun, pressing it under your jaw with a click that sent both figures launching up. You stared at them coolly, tears hot streams. "Kill me and spare Sans."

Asgore sighed, lilac energy outlining the gun as it was pried from your tight grasp, floating into the hand of Asgore. "There will be no need for that, young Juliet. If you're that desperate to spare him, then let's talk business." You heaved, adrenaline still thrumming through your veins as you sat down weakly. Asgore threw a look to you, seating himself before turning to Papyrus. "My dear boy, would you fix the lady some tea?" Papyrus threw a sour glare at you before bowing at Asgore's side. "If it pleases you, your highness." He finished before setting out to pour you a cup from the tea tray.

"Now then," Asgore began, clearing his throat as you attempted to calm yourself. "From my understanding, you're a tremendous young lady with a mine of unused potential, you're loyal and steadfast-" "Please do get to the point sir." You pleaded, him smiling. "Right to the point then, eh? I see. Then in that case, please do consider partaking in my gang." Your eyes widened, China smashed against the marble, Papyrus standing in shock. "Forgive me highness," he said finally, voice wavering as he cleared away the China in a fluid movement of his hand.

Asgore only smiled endearingly. "Nothing that can't be helped my boy." He spoke benevolently. Why was a kind monster such as he wanting to cause Sans so much pain? Was this really the guy sending assassins after you? It didn't seem possible. He turned to you as Papyrus fixed you another cup, quaking with silent rage. "As I understand, Sans refuses to let you in as part of his gang- correct?" He questioned as you were handed your cup.