"Order up!" Burgerpants shouted, glaring at a customer in the process. Frisk glanced up briefly from her table before seeing Shyren quietly slink up and take the tray. She looked back to her table, muttering a quick apology before finishing collecting the order. She went over to deliver the order to Burgerpants, but was interrupted by him shouting at an entering couple that closing time was in 10 minutes. She sighed as she just slid the slip of paper onto the counter and turned back to grab the guy at the bar a drink.
The next 10 minutes passed in a blur, as the end of the day always does. As the entire day always does, really. The restaurant was always constantly busy, which at least made it so the minutes didn't drag into hours.
Temmie was flipping the open sign to closed, exclaiming "hOI!" at everyone who passed by. Frisk smiled at her coworker's antics as she stacked the dishes and handed them to Shyren to wash. She was asking Shyren about how things with Aaron were going when she heard Temmie start to say "hOI! i'm tEM-" before quickly cutting herself off with a frightened squeak. Frisk frowned and turned around, only to be met with a bulky man plopping himself down at the bar.
"I'm sorry but we're clo-" she starts to say before he hold ups a skeleton hand and says in a gruff voice "Shush toots, just hurry up and get me some mustard won't 'cha?"
Frisk gives a confused glance to a frightened Shyren before straightening herself up and saying in a firmer voice "Look, we're closed and if you don't leave I'm going to have to-"
He snaps his head up at her, one eye socket empty and the other filled with a red eye that was glowing and smoking slightly, and says in a dangerous tone said "I don't give fucking damn if you're closed or not, if I don't have a bottle of mustard in front of me in the next five seconds, no one will be happy."
Frisk gulps, grabs the nearest bottle of mustard she can find, and slams it down on the counter in front of him. He relaxes and his eyes return to a white pinprick in each socket. He leans back in his chair and places his feet up on the bar as he starts downing the mustard straight from the bottle.
Frisk gives him another weird look before scurrying to the storage room, grabbing Burgerpants and whispering to him in an urgent tone "Who the fuck is that at the bar?"
Burgerpants glances quickly around her shoulder at the man and immediately shrinks, his hands starting to shake. "T-that's Sans. He's a monster in th-the Foxgloves. Don't me-mess with him."
The Foxgloves. The most notorious monster-only gang is Ebott city. Whispers surrounded them, whispers about magic and lethal weapons and how the only way you were able to enter was kill one of the existing members. Frisk felt an involuntary shiver run down her back at the thought that one of them was currently sitting at the bar. She glanced back over her shoulder at Sans only to be met with him staring right back at her. Suddenly she felt small and powerless and wanted to curl up into a ball and hide.
Instead, she straightened her shoulders, clenched her shaking hands into fists and grabbed a rag as she walked back out to the bar. Without looking at him, she began scrubbing down the bar, clearing bottle caps and napkins left behind as she went. She felt his eyes staring at her, but she refused to look up, instead becoming extremely interested at getting a small stain out.
Suddenly she felt an unknown force grabbing at her heart and before she knew it she was being jerked down to directly in front of Sans was sitting. Her eyes widened as she saw a layer of red magic shrouding his lifted hand, one boney digit pointed outward.
"So sweetheart, I didn't quite catch your name earlier. Would you mind telling me what to call a pretty little thing like you?" he says, the magic surrounding his hand disappearing as he spoke. Frisk felt the force holding her vanish, and she slumped against the bar and glowered up at him.
Frisk stood up straight and smoothed herself out before looking back to him. Staring him directly in the eyes she said "Frisk. My name is Frisk, Mr. Sans."
Sans let out a chuckle as he leaned back again, tucking his hands behind his head. He flashed his golden tooth as he replied, "So I take it you know who I am, beautiful. But please, call me Sans. I am not a man for formalities."
"Clearly." Frisk muttered under her breath as she goes back to cleaning the counter but based on the way he let out another soft chuckle, she's pretty sure he heard her.
For a little while they stay like that, neither of them talking, the only noises being Frisk and the others cleaning up. Frisk walks out of the bar area to go start putting up the chairs when she feels the force pull her once again, this time straight into Sans's side. He wraps his arm around her, tapping his finger against her arm as he says "You know toots, the thing I can't seem to figure out is why a bombshell like you is working like a dump like this. You'd do great as a stripper at the club down the street. But then again," he continues as he eyes her up and down "I don't like the idea of other men looking at you like that."
His grip on her tightens and Frisk struggles to find her voice as she replies "Well, I'll take your opinion into consideration, but I'm not currently looking for a career change. As for why I'm working here, that's because I needed the money and I'm friends with owner. Simple as that."
"Now," she says as she pries herself out of Sans's grip, "I have told you my name, Sans, so I would appreciate if you would actually use it." She grits her teeth on the last part, then goes to put the chairs up, as she had planned to earlier.
Halfway through her second table, she hears the scape of a barstool. Sighing, she thinks to herself This guy just won't give up will he. She continues with her task though, giving no indication that she had heard anything, when a pair of arms wrap themselves around her from behind.
She freezes, then starts slightly when she hears Sans's voice whispering in her ear. "Now honey," he says, his voice low and enticing, "I have a proposition for ya. Hows about you finish this up real quick, let me come home with you and have my way with ya, then in the morning when you wake up, there'll be a nice stack of bills on your dresser and no sign that I was every there other than the marks on your body."
Frisk whirls around and punches him right in the jaw, her eyes blazing with fury. He staggers back a step or two, bent over slightly, as she straightens herself up and stares at him with a wrath worse than hell. "I am not some common whore for you to find one night when you're bored and take home. I am my own woman, and under no circumstances will I be fucking bought." She says, her chest heaving. "So I don't give a single damn about what you want to do to me, you pathetic piece of shit."
Sans is still bent over, his right hand touching where she had hit him. He looks up at, then stands up straight, his hand sliding to his side as he lets out a laugh, the kind of laugh that made Frisk's hairs on the back of her neck stand up and scream danger, the kind of laugh that caused Burgerpants and Shyren and Temmie to all squeak and flee out the back door.
Sans touches his face again and gave a soft sigh. "Sweetheart, that was the wrong move to make." He says, walking towards Frisk. She began backing up, knocking into tables and chairs as she went, but Sans continued to speak. "Now I understand there may have been a better way to suggest that, but punching one of the top members of the Foxgloves was not the right way to respond."
Frisk hit the wall. She started to dart to the side when Sans's hands slammed on either side of her, trapping her with no escape. She looked fearfully up at him as his one eye started to glow red once more and his leaned in closer to her. She felt herself stop breathing for a moment as he quietly said "Now toots, do you wanna have a good time?" before leaning in even more, biting her ear then lapping at the spot with a tongue she didn't even think he had.
Frisk let out a soft whimper, and he pulled back slightly, before sliding his dark red tongue down her cheek and her neck, his spiked collar rubbing against her skin. Frisk whimpered again, louder and higher pitched this time, before opening her mouth and having a moan spill out. Sans grinned at this, and licked her neck one more time before removing his hands and stepping back, wiping some drool from his chin.
"See ya later, toots." He said, before his eye flared red again and he vanished into thin air.