Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 13

TW: mentions of hospitals and testing. mentions of PTSD and BPD along with cancer suicidal thoughts, murder, psychosis, and hallucinations. 

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"Almost ready!" You shouted across the apartment at your father who continued to call you to hurry up. Today was the day you were going to finally take a tour of your father's workplace. You were a nervous bunch of anxiety in a white satin blouse-- that was rolled up to let your casts breathe-- and in formal F/C pants. You had your face dolled via your mom's help, which led to a nude look that focused on the eyes. She also took liberty in styling your fair for you. You looked back at the mirror for the last time before leaving your room to throw on your shoes and leave the apartment.

"Oh my baby girl!" your mother squealed and came up to hug you. "I can't believe the day has finally come! I'm so proud of you sweetie." Your mother said while wiping her under eyes. You smiled at her and released her from the embrace and looked over at your father who looked you up and down, then nodded.

"Have a good day honey" Your mother said and kissed your father's cheek, who gave her a hug afterwards. "You too sugarbear!" Your mom said and gave you one last hug for the time being. Your father called the elevator and you two stepped in together. The ride down to the lobby was silent, which left you alone in your thoughts.

It was safe to say you were panicking in the elevator. This was your father and Mr. Rowe's baby, their life! What if you came and ruined it? What if you weren't good enough for the job? What if they wanted you to be a tester for their drugs? What if you messed something up? Your heart was racing out of your chest at all the negative thoughts in your head. You barely noticed your father grabbing your hand and leading you out of the elevator.

"Yea just grab the rolls for me will ya? Thanks." Your father spoke to the man at the valet and released your hand from his grip. "You doing okay Y/N?" He looked down at you.

"Oh yea I'm fine! Just a tad nervous is all." You spoke quickly and your dad smirked at you and patted your shoulder. He looked away and you could feel your emotions leaking out of your soul, it was out of your control at the moment. You heard the car stop abruptly in front of you and the valet guy exited wringing his hands and sweat coming off his forehead in bullets. You had to learn how to control your emotions, if just for this issue.

You took a deep breath and let your hand hold themselves at the base of your throat, covering your heart and soul in the process. You inhaled then exhaled trying to calm yourself down as you felt things slow around you. You were okay, nothing was going to go wrong. You opened your eyes and felt the magic receding from the area around you. You smiled and hopped in the rolls royce after your father, ready for the day.

He sped off in the opposite direction from your old workplace and smiled at the familiar buildings from when you were a kid. You've heard your father complain about the commute before, so you assumed it would be at least a thirty minute drive. The buildings around you seemed to grow taller and taller the further you got away from your home.

You looked forwards and saw your old school building placed in the middle of it all. It was a weird sight, though they managed to place it next to a park so it fit in better. It wasn't the biggest building, but you had fond memories there. You smiled while remembering the time one of your old school-friends had chased you into the park and up a tree after you told Mark she had a crush on him. You wondered where she went after you both graduated.

The drive went on until you reached a tall office building. You looked over at your father with a sideways glance. "This is just where we do the more political side of things, the actual creation of the medicine happens elsewhere, but you won't need to worry with that." You nodded and he drove into the building's parking garage. You smirked when he had his own labeled space next to Mr. Rowe's.