You weren't used to freebies.
But here he was, buying you a martini. No use in questioning it... You sipped on the flavorful concoction slowly. Neon lights lit up the dance floor but thankfully your stranger didn't ask you to dance. You definitely weren't in the mood; maybe you should offer him oral to pay him back? A fogginess dulled your logic. Yeah..., you thought, that's all men want anyway... A couple drinks later and you were long gone, dancing wildly in your drunken stupor. His eyes were on you the whole time and you loved it. It was pitiful what alcohol did to you. The music only escalated your hormones and before you could stop yourself you were flirting with what's-his-name without a second thought.
A strong hand grabbed your elbow and ripped your attention.
"What the hell are you doing, Y/N?" a familiar voice growled, barely audible through the loud music. You mumbled something that you couldn't even comprehend.
"Come on, let's get your ass outta here."
You stumbled as she dragged you away. For a split-second you reached clarity. Oh... shit... Undyne.
"Hey, get back here." The man you were previously grinding on snatched your hand. Undyne whipped around to face him, her expression tense. You felt her muscles flexing beneath your palm.
"Let. Them. Go." Her nostrils flared slightly and you thought you saw a singe of magic (?) illuminated in her good eye. He reluctantly dropped your hand; but not before saying some monster slur under his breath. You were at a lost, confused who you should follow.
"U-Undyne...," you hiccuped, "W-Why d-did... you did th-at for?" You gestured to your suitor, "W-We were on-ly *hic* dancing..."
"Dancing my ass," she cursed under her breath. You staggered along as she pulled you out of the swarm of people into the cold autumn night. You hugged yourself as the frosty air bit your skin. The music berated the wall you leaned on for support. Undyne was fuming.
"You're real fucking lucky, you know that?" She hissed, looking at you up and down. You suddenly felt self-conscious.
"U-Un-dyne...," you whimpered.
"That fucking prick was going to rape you!"
You blinked sleepily.
"Don't you know what rape means? I could smell the drugs all over him!"
You yawned. Undyne growled and pulled out her phone. Your eyes struggled to stay open... your vision was getting blurry. A yellow car rumbled next to the sidewalk. Undyne hauled you into one of the leather seats and scooted next you, instructing the driver on where to go. Your body leaned on her and she breathed through her nostrils. Before you could stop yourself, you fell asleep.
The sunlight hurt your eyes. A soaring headache penetrated your skull and the only comprehensible thought in your mind right now was: what the fuck happened? Then you remembered; and your stomach did too, rushing you to the bathroom to empty all contents from your stomach. Last night served only as a dull memory compared to how shitty you felt. You staggered against the granite counter, slowly brushing your teeth... back... and forth... The eyeliner had hardened over your waterline, making it hard to blink. You felt disgusting. You eagerly washed your face and stared at yourself. God, you looked batshit crazy. Your hair was a haystack and dark circles hung beneath your eyes. Your clothes clung loosely to your body, making you even more ashamed... You rolled your tongue along your teeth... to your distaste, you remembered the feel of-
Knock, knock, knock... You inhaled sharply and stared at the door... No. You refused to let him see you like this. Not Mettaton.
"Y/N," his voice called, surprisingly dark. Your heart quickened. His voice then softened, "Where were you last night?"
You scrambled to fix your hair. "No where."
"You're lying," the robot hissed through the wooden door. You flinched... of course you were. But he couldn't know the truth. "Undyne told me everything."
Fuck. Play dumb. "About wh-what?"
"You went out last night, didn't you?" Silence. "Open the door or I will force it open." His voice sounded... glitchy?
You cringed. You shot one last glance at yourself before quietly turning the white knob... revealing a pissed-off Mettaton. You backed into the counter.
"I had to," you muttered your poor excuse. You didn't dare look him in the eye... he was disgusted with you... ashamed of you and you felt sick. What was wrong with you?
"I have no words," he sigh. The tension only got worse.
"I... I...," you choked. The world spun around. You grind your teeth, seething at your own negligence. If only you had been more careful-
"Do you know what I would do to be like you?" Your cheeks burned and you looked into his dark eyes for the first time. They held nothing but sorrow. "To be a human?"
You didn't know what to say. You weren't special...
"No, of course not," He rolled his eyes at you, shaking. "I used to be a star! All the monsters used to adore me... and now look!" He gestured to himself.
You stared.
"I'm a fucking prostitute making ends meet by sucking someone else off!" His eyes burned with an intensity you would never match. "I'm trying to protect you... don't trust me?"
"Mettaton, I just...," your voice dropped to your throat. Tears singed your eyeballs. "I... I need the money..."
He laughed darkly and you flinched, "Oh, yeah? Really, Y/N?! You're whoring yourself out again because of money?!" Mettaton fumed.
"I...," a cool droplet trailed down you cheek. You sniffed, "I don't know who this 'Sans' guy is! And honestly... I'm scared, MTT... I'm scared that he'll sell me out and use me or force me to pay him back by some other means or maybe even-"
"That is no excuse!"
You stopped your babbling.
"I told you I will protect you. God damn it, Y/N, I saved your life!"
Cold tears trembled down your face. He frowned, tilting your head up so you could look him in the eye.
"You're free from that bastard, Y/N. You don't have to do what I do anymore..." His metal hand tenderly stroked your hair as you sobbed. Your stared down at the floor, suddenly intrigued by the patterns as drops plummeted to the tile. You were so disgusting... you body wasn't good for anything but sex... A sob racked through your body and he quickly pulled you into his chest and a warm sensation blossomed in your stomach.
"You have a chance, darling... A chance I can only dream to have... I want you to use it."
The rest of the morning consisted of stabilizing yourself. Luckily, this 'Sans' guy was late - but all the same, from what Mettaton told you, the neighborhood (all monsters, mind you) had decided to throw a Bar-B-Que to celebrate his arrival. Apparently Sans and Papyrus were returning from a... vacation of sorts. Mettaton soothed your worries when you presented yourself to him, clean and ready for the day; you hardly looked yourself in the mirror, you were so disgusted. But all dirty work was necessary to make quick money and you were satisfied to find $135 still in your bag. Maybe Sans and Papyrus would be merciful and accept your money. Of course, you had no clue how much Sans would demand... but given the fact that he was a mafia boss, you suspected it was pretty high.
From what you heard, Sans was the one who dealt with the business aspect of the mafia while Papyrus happily carried out orders. The prospect of actually meeting them, face-to-face, unnerved you to no end. But you had to be brave. Mettaton led you into the kitchen once you had showered and gotten dressed.
"What would you like to eat, Y/N?" He asked quietly.
"I don't mind. Whatever you'd like," you smiled dully. His expression was unreadable, but you spotted a flash of... concern. A hint of stress, too, if you weren't imagining it. As he cooked, you recounted your money. You prayed it would be enough. You turned on the T.V; the doorbell rang before you could change the channel.
"I'll get it," you called. You opened the door. The fishwoman who had rescued you from the night before leaned casually on the doorway with Alphys at her side. The short lizard waved at you shyly and you waved back.
"How's it going, kid?" Undyne was her usual laid-back self. You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding and stepped aside. She scratched the back of her neck. "Say, Y/N, no hard feelings, okay?"
"No hard feelings... thank you, by the way," you murmured awkwardly. You really were lucky... a shiver ran up your spine as you thought back on what she had said last night.
"Anytime," she grinned and patted your back, stomping into the kitchen, "Hey, Mettaton... LET ME HELP YOU WITH THAT."
You drowned out the bickering that followed and sat on the dining table chair. Your palms got sweaty and your muscles contracted, building then releasing tension... Alphys sat beside you but you paid her no mind. You were trying to calm yourself down... in just a few short hours, Sans and Papyrus would be home.
"Y/N, wh-what's wrong?" You tore your gaze from the table. Alphys adjusted her glasses nervously.
"I'm just worried..."
"O-Oh," her expression softened, " You d-don't have to worry... Sans is pretty nice o-once he gets to kn-know you..."
You nodded. Somehow that only made it worse. Before long, Mettaton and Undyne finished breakfast - pancakes and eggs. As you ate, a couple other monsters whom you didn't know arrived and eagerly set up the backyard for the big cookout. They came in all shapes and sizes that you had never seen before - a couple of looked deformed, like a big collage of monsters put together. You found them particularly scary and avoided staring for too long... One of them caught your eye, sending shivers down you spine. But you choked down your fear and waved hello (didn't want any enemies, did you?). The monster was outlined like a white dog, but had several animal(?) outlines inside. A small appendage shook back, which you could only assume was its hand.
Truth be told, you felt like an intruder. Every monster seemed to know, well, every monster. Some gave you awkward glances - not exactly unfriendly, but more surprised. But their faces said it all: what's a human doing here? You thought the exact same thing. Sure, you were Mettaton's friend, but you didn't belong here. These monsters had a kinship that you hadn't experienced in a long, long time... It left you to wonder if you would ever feel that again. You were too shy to go outside, where most of the monsters were. From her expression, you guess Alphys was too.
"So... how many monsters live in this neighborhood?" You inquired thoughtfully.
"Hmm," she was in the middle of sipping the straw of her cold water, "About a qu-quarter of the whole monster race... so I'd say... about th-thirty to forty."
"Oh." Not very big for a mafia. Then again, they were monsters.
"Yes," she continued, "Most monsters do n-not wish to fight... at all..."
"Like you?" The question came out before you could stop yourself and you wanted to slap yourself. Alphys looked off to the side - it was obviously a hard topic for her.
"Y-Yes...," she finally replied, "I only provide my medical sk-skills... In fact, I don't live in the neighborhood..."
"I see," you murmured. It reminded you of humans and the military... in a way?
"Even though I don't a-agree with it completely... I can empathize..." You stared blankly at her; empathize?
"I don't think you g-grasp the severity of our situation, Y/N..."
"What do you mean?" Surely, monsters didn't have it worse than humans? Somehow, that bothered you. Which was ridiculous, you didn't even know these monsters. Hell, they might even kill you on the spot if Sans told them to.
"The gov-government... well...," she began, but receded; she seemed to have thought better of it, "Never mind. We should go sit with Mettaton and the others."
The lizard-woman stood from her chair and walked out into the patio. Well... that was vague. You followed after her. The backyard was about medium-size with luscious pine trees along the edge of the fence. You drew a breath of the earthy air and felt a little more at ease. Monsters were everywhere, sitting in folding chairs, lawn chairs, or simply the grass... It looked peaceful. Your shoulders relaxed a little. There were a handful of monster children(?) playing with a rubber ball, chasing each other. You felt a hand on your back.
"Come sit with us, darling, we have plenty of room!" Mettaton cooed, gesturing to his table. You nodded, following him to a table. Across from you was a ghost-like being, an orange cat, and a blue rabbit(?). Undyne gave you a curt nod as you sat next to her, Mettaton joining you to the left. Alphys had taken a seat at the end of the table. Awkward silence. The cat-guy directly across from you grinned nervously and you fidgeted under his gaze. Mettaton cleared his throat before the silence got unbearable.
"Hello my lovelies~!" He piped up, "This is my human friend, Y/N! Y/N, this is Napstablook," he gestured to the ghost, "Felix," the cat, "And Apollo," the rabbit. They all smiled at you.
"Hi, everyone," you murmured shyly.
"h-hello... it's a pleasure... to meet you...," Napstablook hummed gently. For some reason, you thought he'd sound menacing and you held back a snicker, muttering a quick 'you too.'
"Welcome to the club, buddy," Felix flashed a cool smile. It sorta unnerved you but the feeling left quickly. You shook his outstretched hand; it was warm and... furry against your palm. You reveled in the feel of it. Apollo stretched his hand for you to shake too and he beamed when you did. You loved his reaction.
"We've never had a human before!" Apollo mused. That made you blush in embarrassment.
"Yeah...," the cat agreed, "You're a human among monsters, buddy."
You frowned nervously.
"Heh, trust me," Undyne lightly smacked your back. You smiled, eager to hear what she had to say, "They're more of a monster than you know." She winked.
Mettaton shot her a glare. She just shrugged, chuckling genuinely. Alphys frowned, shaking her head. You blushed. Thankfully, the others didn't seem to get it because they asked you more questions.
"Do you live with MTT now?" Apollo asked.
"What's the human side of town like?" Felix lit a cigarette casually.
"Do you have magic?" The rabbit chimed again.
"... I hope... they don't..."
"Humans can't have magic," Felix said smoothly. The rest of the conversation continued on like that. They asked most of the questions and you answered them. Mettaton didn't say much at all, which surprised you. You learned that humans souls were different from monster souls; apparently, most humans had more... 'determination' than monsters, which caused their soul to adopt a certain pigment. That made you wonder.
"Can you see my soul?" You murmured, hoping they couldn't. They made it sound like something sacred and personal. Your friends gave you one look and laughed.
"Don't worry, sweetie," Mettaton purred, "We wouldn't dare look without asking."
"Suit yourselves," Felix smirked. Apollo elbowed him hard. He grunted in pain, "Fuck, I was just kidding!"
Mettaton proposed a board game and you all proceeded to play checkers, solitaire, and dominoes. Naturally, you were a competitive person and it quickly turned into a spectacle. A handful of monsters gathered around your table as you battled Felix at chess. After you won, you all relaxed on the grass and watched the sunset. The sky was turning a light shade of blue and the monsters set up Tiki lights and a bonfire. You were having much more fun than you thought you would, resting under the shade of a tree, and Mettaton seemed happy.
"I wonder where those two skeletons are...," Mettaton said half to himself as he roasted a marshmallow beside you. You frowned as reality settled in. Right...
"They should have been here a while ago."
"... they... probably got... busy...?" Napstablook offered. Your courage wavered. Heh, busy... busy preparing to end your life...
"Maybe." Your robot friend stood up. You spotted a hotdog cook slowly on a stick. Your stomach growled at the thought. Mettaton noticed. "Y/N, want something to eat?"
"Sure," you answered quickly, earning a chuckle from Mettaton. You blushed.
"Then help yourself," he tilted his head to hotdogs. You stood up, and started to make your way towards the plate... until you felt a hand on the small of your back.
"yeah, help yourself, slut," a dark voice muttered next to you. You froze, meeting eye-to-eye with the intruder. The white skull you'd encountered the night before stared soullessly back into yours.
"Sans! Where have you been? We've all been waiting..." You tuned out Mettaton's voice. This... skeleton... remained focused on you. Small white circles - his eyes - stared into yours as he shot quick answers to Mettaton. Truly, you were a deer in headlights. Oxygen escaped your lungs... knees trembling under your weight... dots clouding vision...
Blood pounded in your ears like a drum as cold, metal limbs carried you effortlessly. Your legs swayed gently as he moved and all your weight was entrusted upon him... The black veil of your weak eyelids opened with a shudder. Mettaton's hair partially covered his flamboyant face. Your eyes fluttered sleepily... Then everything came back to you when he set you down on the couch. You pushed yourself up by your arms but his firm hand stopped you.
"You need to rest, Y/N," he murmured apologetically.
"N-No, I can't rest now I have to leave he's gonna-"
"He won't do anything, darling," he frowned with a sigh.
"Mettaton...," you pleaded. He shushed you gently and you laid back reluctantly.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked.
"I guess... I don't know what happened." You got the feeling that skeleton wouldn't be too happy with you if you told Mettaton that he frightened you so much you fainted.
"Well, just relax a bit before going back outside, okay?"
"Okay," you muttered. Mettaton looked satisfied with your answer.
"If you need anything, call for me." He soon left. You groaned in frustration. As soon as you were sure he was gone, you threw the blanket off you and walked to the your bedroom. You stuffed your bag in a haste, prepared to call a taxi and get to the closest bar. You made sure no one was around to see you slip away. Just as you were reaching for the door knob-
"leaving so soon?"
You internally cursed. How did he get here so fast? He stood right in front of you. God, he's creepy. A wide grin spread across his face.
"I-I'm sorry f-for staying too long, I-"
"you look nicer without that shitty wig on," he remarked, ignoring your response. You noticed he wore a black fedora, suspenders, a clean white shirt, and black slacks. "but i don't want your dirty money," he shrugged nonchalant. Your eyes widened. Great. He recognized you from yesterday.
"Then... what do you want?" you asked tentatively.
"heh," before you could blink, his arm lashed out and snatched yours, pulling you close to him while nearly knocking the breath out you. He was bigger than you, somehow bulkier despite being a skeleton and it scared you even more. You peered up at his face - his eyesockets were empty.
"still up on that offer?"
You tried to respond but no words would come out. Sans finally let you go, his eyes returning to normal.
"humans," he sneered, "so easily frightened..."
Without another thought, he took a lighter from his shirt pocket and lit up a thin cigar. You backed away slowly, watching with awe as he smoked. How does he do that? You avoided his heartless stare.
"heh... if you haven't noticed, this party was for you," Sans muttered. You stared at him in confusion. He chuckled, "you really think MTT gives a shit about me? you might as well enjoy it."
You frowned, realizing he may be right. He took another drag from his cigar, blowing out a cloud of smoke. You held back a sneeze as some of it blew in your direction. His grin looked strained... like he wanted to be nowhere near you.
"go ahead," he pointed to the sliding glass door, "but don't try anything - i don't need some dirty whore flirtin' with my brother." His eyes glared over you with disgust before he left out into the backyard door.
*you felt your sins crawling on your back
End note: I hope I did Sans' character well. Next chapter will be in Sans' pov. I'm open to any constructive criticism!
