Money, Jokes, and War (Sans x Reader)

Chapter 15:

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Somehow, the month flashed before your eyes in anticipation for your first official day of work, but you knew it wasn't going to be as "life-changing" as you assumed it to be. It was actually... somewhat boring for a first day. You assumed it would be more challenging and have similar struggles to your walkthrough day, but it was way less intense and more paperwork centered.

Timothy seemed to be doing a lot better though, which you noted down with a smile and when he introduced you to Dr. Herthway it wasn't half bad, though she was the most suspicious of you. You didn't know how but she seemed to be able to tell that you were by no means a doctor-- in any field. Though your father luckily handled that for you. The day came and went super quickly, with no odd complaint and when you made it back home you all but flopped onto your bed with a sigh.

You luckily finished your homework yesterday so you would be all set for school tomorrow. You stared at the ceiling for a while but your eyes quickly drifted around your room and onto your laptop. You haven't opened your messaging program since the incident with those monsters, and you were wary about receiving any messages. With a breath forced out of your lungs you got up from your bed and walked over to your laptop.

When you opened the screen it was left on a quizlet study packet you had made for your class, and exam season would be soon. You thought about ignoring your earlier idea of checking your messaging app and just focusing on your studies, but that thought was quickly abandoned. It had been a little over a month since looking at it, and it was currently the most important thing on your checklist, other than exams.

With a heavy sigh you clicked the icon twice and watched the loading screen come up and it prepared to install an update you had missed. The icon swirled around for what seemed like an hour while you just sat and stared at it. Once it popped up you saw you had a lot of unread messages from Papyrus, and a couple from unknown numbers.

The ones from Papyrus all followed the same pattern, which made you feel incredibly guilty. They were all about how he hoped you were doing okay (HUMAN!! I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOUR STATE OF WELLBEING!! LET ME KNOW THAT YOU ARE OKAY!!) and how he was glad to hang out with you and wants to do it again (HUMAN, IT WAS QUITE FUN HANGING OUT LAST TIME, SUCH A SHAME YOU FLED FROM MY HOUSE LIKE A SCARED RABBIT THOUGH. LET'S DO IT AGAIN SO THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN CAPTURE YOU THIS TIME!).

The ones from the unknown numbers were all quite different. Though it was easy to pinpoint who wrote each message as they had all left their names down. All but one, just like the paper notes that were at your old workplace. You sighed thinking about it, you felt horribly guilty over not replying to them. You never intended to worry them, you didn't even think they'd remember you.

The ones that caught your eye from the unknown numbers were Sans', Frisk's, and Undyne's. Though there was one from Mettaton and another unknown number which you assumed to be Alphys.

Sans' was another threat against you for not replying to his brother, the words strike two being the biggest factor in your worries. One more feat against his brother and you'd be out of the game, and you have no idea what Sans would do to you if you got another strike. You felt shivers run down your spine like spiders.

Frisk's was super polite but extremely passive aggressive. He wrote about how he hopes that you're doing well and how he wishes that you both could hang out again sometime. He also said he hopes that you can reply to Papyrus before Sans gives you a "bad time", whatever that means anyway.

Lastly, Undyne's was clearly written to be the most threatening although it went too far and was more comical than anything. You could tell she meant it when she said "I'll stick a damn spear through your eye punk!" but all you could think about was being twinsies with Undyne. That thought alone destroyed all the threats she had put in the relatively short message.