***Hello, everyone! I just got back from my school open house, and some writing always makes me feel better after a trip to school. Although this is a short chapter (sorry), it's a chapter. Sans belongs to Toby Fox, Dr. Fenton belongs to me, and let's go!
Chapter Four: Awkward...
Sans froze at the doorway, and it made him feel no better about things that Dr. Fenton looked at him and crossed her arms.
"Are you sober enough to not grope me now?" she asked flatly, turning away from her computer. "Hey, I paid for that mistake with the hangover the next morning," Sans said.
"Whatever. Anyways, have a seat. I'm curious, though; how did you get my name and where I work?" Dr. Fenton asked.
Sans sat down in one of the cushy chairs in front of her desk. "Ya sister gave me your card," he said.
Instead of that assuaging the confusion, Dr. Fenton just looked more perplexed. "But why would Penny give you my card? She's seen men do..."
She cut herself off before her sentence could be finished. Instead, she regained her calm demeanor and looked at her new patient.
Sans raised a brow bone, curiosity piqued. Still, he decided not to press. "Well, doc, I've had some... problems... for the past few years, and my adoptive kid found out," he explained.
Dr. Fenton took out a notepad and pencil, resting them on her desk. "If you've got problems, then I get checks to help you fix them. Elaborate. But before you do, can I get your name for future reference?" she asked.
"Sans. Sans the skeleton," Sans replied, "and let's just say that I don't take abandonment well."
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An hour passed. Dr. Fenton and Sans seemed to have forgotten about their dispute at the bar. Sans had let Dr. Fenton in on the basis of his problems, as requested, and she offered some more healthy coping mechanisms.
"...so we'll meet back here next week, then?" the therapist asked, jotting it down on her calender. "Yep. Same time, same day, or Frisk will have my head," the skeleton half-joked.
"You're free to go. But I have one more requestion for you," Dr. Fenton said. Sans had just stood up to go when he'd heard that. "Which is?"
Dr. Fenton sat back in her chair, relaxing a bit. "I don't like being called 'doctor', or even Cassandra, for that matter," she said.
"Call me Cassie."
***Like I said, a short chapter, but it's a chapter. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!