Save Point (Sans x Reader)

Chapter Thirty-Four, Part One

"If you are not scared then there is no merit in being brave." - Kerry Greenwood, Death at Victoria Dock

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A long line starting from the service counter to the waiting area of the lobby fill the hotel with all sorts of conversation. You stand at the end, against leaving the matter for last minute. It was the only place available that exchanged your usual currency for monster gold -- or at least, the only place you knew about. The time on your phone shows you have enough time before leaving the hotel to pick up Faust and take him to the counselor, though not even ten minutes pass when you're interrupted from waiting, the echoey sound of Mettaton's voice ringing in your ears.

"Come with me for a moment, (Y/N)," he states, appearing right between you and the person waiting before you. He grabs you by the arm and pulls you out of the line, his hand letting go once you're free from the crowd. "I need to talk with you for a moment."

The robot leads you to the lobby, empty thanks to the late hour and the group of people waiting to exchange their currency. Only a few guests and clientele are around, too busy admiring the looks of the hotel to care about what you were discussing with Mettaton. He urges for you to follow him behind the counter now lacking a receptionist and scoots closer to you. His eyes are locked firm on you, denoting his stern feelings over what he was about to discuss with you.

"Jessie knows where you work, right?"

You remain quiet at that, the question being the last one you expected to hear from Mettaton. "Yeah. . . Why do you ask?"

"Do you feel safe there?"

"I'd be paranoid if I didn't -- My boss won't let me take graveyard shifts until things settle down. . . so I can't complain, either."

"That still doesn't mean you can't be too careful," he suggests, casting a frown at you. "I have a job offer for you if you want to start over again. It wouldn't be bad for you to live and work in brand new places." The robot's cutting voice makes you look at him, the depth to his concern making his facial expression almost surreal considering he was made of metal. "I plan on putting on a show for our restaurant the following month, but I'm short staffed," he explains, making eye contact with you. "How would you feel about catering for the event? I'm aware you've got a lot on your hands right now, but this won't be until then, and you won't be doing it for free."

You feel short of breath when he comments on that. You immediately make the assumption someone had told him about your current job and that the robot had misinterpreted your level of professionalism in the field. Although almost a year had passed since you started the job, bread and sweet rolls were as far as your talents went -- You were still the one in charge of tending to the cash register for most of the time.

"I'm sorry," you speak up, passing a hand across the back of your neck as a shy smile grows on your face. "But you've got the wrong person, sir -- uh, Mettaton. I mostly just work behind the payment counter."

"I know that, silly," Mettaton states, placing a hand on his hip. "Sans told me that part, but he also said you and Papyrus exchange recipes every once in a while. How good are you with savoury foods?"

"A lot better than with desserts, that's for sure."

"Good." He nods, a pleased smile crossing his face. "Think you could show me your skills this weekend at the restaurant? You'll have a bigger kitchen at your disposal."

"Sure," you return, smiling at him. "Do you have anything specific in mind?"

"I'll be leaving that to you, (Y/N). I'm sure you can whip up something creative -- I've seen your potential, and I think it's time you put to use on other things, too. Stress can wait until Monday, so just focus on enjoying yourself for now."