This installment is heavily inspired by Darkina's fabulous Sans X Reader fanfic, "Between Flesh and Bone."

Hope you like it!

WARNING. There is edge. And also some cussing.

Everything was boring.

Your job at the company was boring. Constantly filing out paperwork, sending spreadsheets to your colleagues, being called into a meeting only to completely zone out and miss everything anyone said… it wasn't what you really wanted as a career.

Home wasn't much better. If you could even call it home. The wallpaper was constantly peeling off, the wi-fi didn't work half the time, and you didn't have cable. All of your favorite books were at your parents' house, which was in the next state over. Most of your time at the apartment was spent lounging around on the couch or the bed, fiddling around on your phone, and mindlessly staring into space.

You knew a few friendly acquaintances – people who you could make small talk with – but no friends.

You were alone.

It sucked.

It could be worse, you thought to yourself as you pushed a pencil around your desk. As boring as your life was now, it wasn't nearly as terrible as the hell that was high school. But that could be said for a lot of things. I only moved here four months ago. I'm still adjusting. Things had to get better soon.

Right?

Man. I wish something exciting would happen.

"Psst. Hey."

The voice startled you out of your thoughts. You jolted upright. "Huh?"

It was your cubicle neighbor, Colleen. She gave you an apologetic wave. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Have you heard the news? Y'know…" Her voice lowered a bit. "About the night guard?"

You sat up straight, trying to blink the drowsiness out of your eyes. "I… heard that the company was looking for one. Is that what you mean?"

"No." Colleen eyes darted around, then she leaned forward conspiratorially. "The opening's already been filled. But get this: our new night guard…" She paused, probably for dramatic effect.

You stared at her, unimpressed. She wants me to ask, doesn't she? "What about the new night gu-"

"It's a monster. A skeleton." She clapped her hands and wiggled. "Isn't that neat?"

"Oh." You thought about it. Monsters had only emerged from the Underground about a year and a half ago. People were still adjusting to their presence; a disturbing number of hate crimes had been committed towards them. That said, the transition of the monsters into society had been surprisingly smooth in other ways; probably helped that they'd brought a shit-ton of gold from their cave-dwelling society.

"Soo…"Colleen was still waiting for your reaction.

How do I feel about this? You had to admit, you were pretty curious about monsters and their way of life, but you knew what it felt like to be considered a freak show. "Yeah, that's cool, I guess." It's just a new security guard.

Colleen's eyes widened in disbelief. "'Cool'? Come on, it's a lot more than just 'cool'!" She had dispensed with the subtlety by this point. She leaned over into Rick's cubicle. "What do you think, Rick?"

Rick barely looked up. "I dunno. I'm just glad that I'm not here for the night shift. Monsters freak me out." He adjusted his glasses and kept working.

Colleen gasped. "Rude. Seriously, you two need to work on your reactions."

Hey, you asked. Though you had to admit, as impartial an image as you projected, you really did want to know what the guard would be like. She said they would be a skeleton, right? That could be startling, walking around the night corridors and seeing a skeleton right in front of you. "When does the night shift start, again?"

"Umm…" Colleen pulled a phone out of her pocket, checking the time. "Actually, I think it starts right about n-"

Suddenly, the doors at the end of the hall burst open.

What.

The roar of an engine and some panicked yells from the cubicles ahead of you were all the warning you got before a figure zoomed past you on a flame-painted…

Scooter?

The scooter sputtered and came to a halt a few cubicles down. The figure kicked at it, to no avail. "ehhh, stupid piece of shit," he muttered, then looked behind him, bringing his face into view.

He was a skeleton.

He had red lights for pupils, and a gold tooth in his pointy maw. He wore a blue uniform and a badge.

It was the night guard.

This? This is the guy they hired? Your eyes scanned him. He looks… shady. His official uniform didn't help – if anything, it made him seem even more questionable. How did he even get past the interview?

His eyes slid up, meeting yours.

Then he winked at you.

You gaped at him. Did he just-

"Sir!" It was the supervisor, jogging to catch up with him.

After a few tries, he managed to get the scooter working again. He drove away.

The supervisor was out of breath. "Sir, you must stop at once! We have a strict no-vehicles-indoors policy!"

The skeleton merely grinned back. "YOU CAN'T TELL ME WHAT TO DOOOOO-"

The scooter ran into the distant wall with an unceremonious thud.

The skeleton toppled over into a pile of boxes.

All was quiet.

"fuck."

He was fired on the spot.

You didn't think you'd ever see him again.

But at least something happened.