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You take a good look at yourself in the mirror. The odor of public restrooms and clean chemicals hit your body.
Your eye bags aren’t that bad today, but still a bit noticeable. You really wish you could just have a better sleeping schedule.
It was a Friday, so it wasn’t that bad! Honestly it wasn’t even that your job was that bad. You worked at Muffet’s coffee shop, also know as Web’s bakery. Was it weird that it was called a bakery, even though it worked more like a coffee shop? Absolutely! But hey, who are you to judge?
The uniform she gave you was pretty nice actually, it had that maid caffe type look and it was a dark purple color, which looked great on you. It was cute, comfortable, and easy to move in so it was a win in your book.
Going back on topic, your job wasn’t really the problem. See, you had just moved to Ebbot City, the apple of blooming business and magic, a few days ago! With the rise of monsters in the area and the new integration act coming along fairly…. okay.
Some senators were worried that the monsters would try to go against humans or try to get revenge for their past history. They decided that they were gonna send some spies to look out for monster action for a year, just to check that everything was on place.
That’s were you come in, you are one of the spies assigned to watch over the monsters. Specifically the area that has been assigned to you. In all honesty, it seemed as though monsters were the ones more in danger. It was easy to see a partner of violent hate crimes towards monsters by humans, who wanted to scare them out of the cities. The justice system tried to hide it as ‘self defense’. Self defense your ass.
Well there is nothing you can do about it, other than try to help the monsters to the best of your abilities. Sure, they were just as complex as humans, but you can tell most of them are just nice folks trying to make their future a bit better.
You sigh and wash your hands before going out of the restroom. Just a few hours before freedom and being able to relax at home, just a few hours.
You go back to the counter and assist a few more people, the business had been booming for a few weeks now. Mostly due to the collaboration with the MTT Brand.
You were putting some money on the counter, until you heard a voice.
“could i please get a coffee for this lovely latte evening?”, well what kind of awful pun is that.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at the poor attempt of a pun, and look up to see a… skeleton?
Well a more cartoon looking skeleton. He shared some obvious human skeleton resemblance, however, his skull was rounder and softer. There were eye lights that worked as iris.
The skeleton had a blue worked out jacket and a white shirt. He was a bit on the smaller side, at least compared to the average human height. You could even say he looked a bit chubby. How could a skeleton be fat? You have no idea.
You realized that it was probably rude at the fact that you were staring for so long. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry for staring”, you try to chuckle to lighten up the mood. However, you can tell it was still.
“don’t worry about it, didn’t get under my skin… or bones”, the man winked at you and let out a laugh. Wow, he was surprisingly chill (or at least really good at pretending).
“So ummm, just a coffee? Or do you wish for anything else?”
“nah, coffee is just good. add some milk in it, but no sugar. I’ll see what brews out of this.” You tried to hide your giggle while nodding and put the order in place.
“What is your name?”, you ask.
“sans the skeleton, but you can just call me sans.” Was he really name ‘the skeleton’ or was he just fucking with you. You decided to just put Sans, just in case.
“Your order will come in a few minutes, we’ll hit you with our best shot.” The skeleton just chuckled and looked amused.
“lait it on me i suppose”, he went and sat by one of the tables. You only saw him start typing something on his phone before going to help another customer.
In a few 10 minutes, his order was done. So you called for Sans’ name. Which he seemed to notice immediately when he turned around when you first called him. Was your voice really that loud?
He came up for his coffee and looked at you, “i guess i’ll see you around since my new job is pretty close around here. i may come here more often.” Sans put his right hand in front of you, you’re guessing he wants you to shake it.
“We’ll see what you grind out of this small meetings then,” you take your hand and shake his own…
Then the loudest most ridiculous wet fart noises start sounding all over the coffee shop. Sadly, you started laughing like a crazy person. Seriously, still laughing at fart jokes at your big age? Actually, hell yeah. You had a horrible week, so if some dumb fart joke is gonna be the highlight of your week, so be it!
Could skeletons even fart at all?? Gosh your stomach started to hurt from how much you were laughing. After a good 5 minutes, you finally started to calm yourself down.
“Gosh, I’m sorry, it’s just that dumb fart has been the funniest thing I seen in a w-while,” you said while still chuckling a bit.
Sans looked a bit shocked, you’re guessing people aren’t fans of his fart jokes. He just laughs as well, “the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, a classic if i do say so myself. although you’re the first to espresso any fondness for them.” Sans winked at you, which let you giggle a bit.
“That trick just jitter me right up, thanks a lot, I really needed that.” You didn’t even notice, but you were holding up a smile that you hadn’t seen in months. Perhaps this day wasn’t so shitty after all.
One of your coworkers proceeded to nudge you in the arm, oh yeah, your work. You totally don’t forget about that.
“Well, I have to get to work. I hope your coffee is to your liking and have a wonderful day.” You said to him.
“thank you, and have a brewing day as well,” the skeleton said your name and left the building.
You watched him leave, contemplating the encounter for just a few seconds more. However, you realized he said your name. Wait, but you never gave him your name at all… how would he…?
At that moment, you remember you had a tag that had your name written on it. Perhaps he just noticed it was on it and read it. Something fell off, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.
There wasn’t much time for you to indulge in the idea though, as you were called by one of your coworkers. You put your thoughts aside and continued working. Just hoping the hours went faster until you got to go home.