Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 1

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"Y/N! You're late, again." Mia, your boss, bellows at you once you enter the kitchen. You could practically see the anger surrounding her.

"I'm so sorry! Mr. Wilkinson held the class after the bell, I told him I had to get to work and he refused to let me leave. I'm sorry Mia." You spoke, telling your boss about what happened during your psychology course.

"Whatever," She threw your apron at you, "start your shift." Mia spoke, visibly having calmed down. You let out a sigh and tied your apron around your waist. You pocketed your notebook, pen, and some straws then set out to do your job. You stood around the waiters stations chatting with some of your older coworkers in between serving customers.

There were always the same regulars that either came daily, or at least once a week every week. There was the daily grandfather that would come around 8am--though you only knew this because you had the opening shift on weekends-- he would tell fanciful stories about his youth or just fairy tales he enjoys. Then after him there was the boss-lady who would come once a week for lunches to make deals or with her favorite employees. Any regulars between 2pm-7pm you weren't aware of, at least on the weekdays. Though pretty much daily there was a drunkard who would come as soon as the bar opened, to it's closing. You've served him quite a few times, and you highly regret each and every one.

Though in your opinion, the best regulars were the families or the groups of highschool kids that would study or hang out. One of the families that would come was a giant family of 6. They came every sunday morning-- seemingly after church-- and were never loud even though they had quite the size. They had twin girls and twin boys, the boys being around 15 and the girls being around 17, which were merely guesses in your eyes. They all had hearty southern accents, which was abnormal considering you lived in a densely populated city, in the north of your country. They were all kind and always tipped the waiter at least twenty percent. You could see their souls colors true to their souls the majority of them had kindness souls. Though the youngest boy had a soul of courtesy.

Your other favorite group was a group of highschools, all probably seniors. They would come in late at night, usually past 10 o'clock and would stay till around midnight. The majority of the students had souls of dedication, though one of them had a split soul of determination and justice. They were loud sometimes though usually the restaurant was empty when they came so no one minded. They would work on school work together in between rounds of food. It was wonderful to see them all working together as they looked like a random group who would never get along.

You glanced at the clock, 11:46pm, you had 44 minutes left in your shift until your brother came to pick you up. You didn't have a car and your parents wouldn't let you move out of the house until you could fully afford an apartment of your own which, to be fair, is a smart thing. Either way you and your brother were stuck with them until those fateful days. Though because of how rich your parents are- it's not a bad thing to live with them. Hell, free food free water free everything, and it's luxurious. There were always going to be some exceptions but for now, it was all fine.

Mia came over to you after you had cleaned off one of the tables, you could see in her eyes that something was upsetting her.

"Hey is everything okay?"

"I need you to watch my shift, there's...something going on right now." You being you were quite the inquisitive kid, so shortly after she said that you used your magic on her. You bent your fingers like you were going to grab something and twisted your dominant hand to the right, allowing you to see into her soul. You could see how dim her soul of audacity was, which was abnormal because her soul would usually glow as bright as the sun. You looked past that and looked into her swarming mess of thoughts. You easily pinpointed the problem-- her boyfriend needed to "talk" to her and she could feel the energy being different in him.