Earthtale (SansxReader maybe)

Mornings are hard...

Sunlight streamed in through your open window, landing elegantly on your not-so elegant asleep-face. You were asleep-woah never mind now you're awake because of the sunlight.

"Dammit Tummy, why do you do this", you groaned groggily at the grey cat now sitting squarely in the middle of your chest. The cat stared fluffily at you and started kneading your chest. "Why... oh dang, you want food don't you? How dare you interrupt my sleep." The cat continued kneading you as you realized you were trapped until the cat vacated your chest. You shuffled into a more comfortable position to check (your favourite social media) and wake up a bit. The cat blinked at you angrily before continuing to knead you. A few minutes of this passed before the fluffy creature in front of you started head butting your mouth, out of spite you were sure. You obliged the forceful command after spitting out some fluff and petted your vaguely sentient ball of rage-I mean cat.

A few minutes of social media and cat petting pass before the cat decides to use your stomach as a launchpad, and you grunt at the tiny cat paws leaving your body forcefully.

A while passes because social media, when you see that it's 9:43 and you should probably start to pretend that you're an adult. You put your phone down and sit up, stretching in your comfy, warm bed that you don't want to leave. "You want some food, cat? Well fine, but only because I'm getting up". The fluffy ball settled in the corner of your room blinks at you. You get up, feeling the cold air hit your bare legs, as you preferred to wear only a shirt to bed.

You wander to your bathroom and do your stuff (like peeing, you know), and then open up some wet food for your creature that you're fond of. The cat doesn't go out to eat it because she's a lazy furball, so you decide to have your own form of food after putting some music on.

Opening your fridge out of habit, you remember that you need to go grocery shopping, so you open your freezer and get out some frozen waffles. You put the waffles in the toaster and dance around a little while waiting for the waffles to be ready. Then you continue to dance while getting out utensils, syrup, margarine, and some orange juice. The waffles pop suddenly, the noise startling you a little as it always does, and you quickly pull them out and onto a plate. You take your waffles to the table and eat them while watching a Markiplier video, as you can't check social media and use a knife and fork at the same time.

After your breakfast you decide to exist in the real world (spooky, I know), so you get dressed, eventually settling on a pusheen shirt and a flannel over your chest binder, as well as your favourite pair of jeans, pockets included (because women's clothes, am I right?). You put your phone in your pocket and put on your shoes and coat, prepared to face the Canadian spring of -10C (14F). You remember to grab the mail key on our way out, and even grab some reusable shopping bags (yeah, save that planet).

After the fun fun activity of driving and checking your mail, you head to your nearest grocery store to pick up essentials and not-so essentials. You head inside and grab a cart, prepared to prove to the world that you knew how to human properly- woah hey, that person just looked at you, look away, look away! "Phew, close call", you mutter after escaping a fair distance into the cereal aisle. "Oh hey, Kellogg's two-for-one, you say? Better get frosted flakes AND fruit loops because I'd be a fool to ignore this deal", you think to yourself. You head to the next aisle, which has children's snacks, and notice two people, a child in a striped sweater and a... woah, is that a monster? Cool! You try and look as cool as possible while searching for the right children's snack, and hope the two people aren't judging you too hard. You realize the child looks somewhat familiar, and look at them for a minute. Oh, that's the monster ambassador! They saved the entire monster race! Well, that would explain why they were shopping with a large, goat-like monster. The child looks up while you're still confirming their identify, so you give them a little wave as you quickly look away and head down the aisle. The rest of your shopping is uneventful, except when you see the monster and child at the checkout, and the child-was their name Frisk?-waves back at you, so you give them a little awkward smile and take your groceries out to your car.

As you're driving home, you see a sparkly blue poster in a window that says 'help wanted', and since you're out of a job because your boss is a dic-opinionated person, you circle back and look closer at the poster. The poster says in garish pink lettering 'Can you sing? Do you have untapped talent? Come to MettatonTV and find the studio located beside it to sign up!' "Huh, I guess I can sing, I did take choir for two years... sure what the hell, I do need a new job", you decide, and look up the directions on your phone.

You arrive at the large rectangular building, and head inside, having rehearsed exactly what you were going to say a million times beforehand. There's a tired-looking cat monster at a desk, which you guess is reception. You approach him anxiously, and ask for directions. "Um, hi, I uh, saw the poster for the singing thing, do you know where that is?"
The monster looks up at your words, and replies tiredly,"Yeah, down that hallway, turn left and you'll see a door marked 'MUSIC'. Mettaton's in there".
"Uh, Thanks" you reply, heading in that direction.