Mafiatale: Sans x Reader

Mafiatale fanfiction with sans x reader.

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3. III

After you heard those words, there was only one thing to do. You walked with him to the base. You didn't say a word, and when you got back to the base you went straight to the weapons room, getting you coat and all of your old stuff. Sans tried to stop you, but you brushed him off.

"You have no leverage. The only reason I was cooperating is gone, meaning you can either kill me now or let me go,"

At this, he backed off, running to Gaster to tell him. Gaster was very angry at Sans for telling you about Rose, and he ran to the weapons room to find you gone. You were sitting at Grillby's, asking him if you could stay there. They'd be looking for you, after all. You stopped being a mercenary, and instead got a job as a bartender at Grillby's. You dyed your hair, changed your clothes, and put all of your weapons away. You stayed at Grillby's, and you worked every night except for Friday. You were waiting tables when you saw a man wearing jeans and a hood sitting at a table. You walked over, asking for his order without seeing his face. But you did know his voice. As soon as you heard it you said a small "okay," quickly writing down the order on a notepad and rushing to the kitchen. You didn't come out until closing time to find him waiting for you.

"What are you doing here, Sans?" you asked. "I'm not a mercenary anymore. I've made a life for myself. I make good money, I have a house, I have friends,"

"You think I'm here about the gang, wearing this? No. Me and Papyrus quit after you left. Gaster may be a relative, but it's not right to do that to a kid. Papyrus is with the Royal Guard now,"

You were surprised at this. "And you?"

"I'm a lazy drunk. I usually come here on Friday, but I couldn't wait to have some of Grillby's wine," he lowered his hood, revealing bags under his eye sockets.

"Ah," you and Sans talked for hours, and soon you started working Friday again, happy to talk to your old friend.

One night, you were in New Home to get an ingredient Grillby needed. Apparently it was only in the capital. It was night, so you were glad that you could see in the dark. As you walked, you heard footsteps behind you, getting louder. It was very helpful that you had the senses of a wolf. It wasn't helpful, however, that you had no weapons. The monster grabbed your arm, and you spun around, swinging at them with your other arm. But they grabbed your other arm and put you into a hold with both of your arms behind your back. You saw their grinning face as they tied a rope around your wrists. It was none other than Mettaton, leader of one of the most infamous gangs in the Underground.

You were taken to the castle and put in an interrogation room. After about an hour, Mettaton walked in, sitting in the chair across the table from you.

"Did you know that your crimes are more than any gang in the Underground?" he asked.

"Yup,"

"Then do you think we need to give you a trial before we kill you?" he cocked his head.

[A/N: Sorry this chapter is shorter than usual, I needed to get this published and I also wanted to end the chapter the way I did]

After you heard those words, there was only one thing to do. You walked with him to the base. You didn't say a word, and when you got back to the base you went straight to the weapons room, getting you coat and all of your old stuff. Sans tried to stop you, but you brushed him off.

"You have no leverage. The only reason I was cooperating is gone, meaning you can either kill me now or let me go,"

At this, he backed off, running to Gaster to tell him. Gaster was very angry at Sans for telling you about Rose, and he ran to the weapons room to find you gone. You were sitting at Grillby's, asking him if you could stay there. They'd be looking for you, after all. You stopped being a mercenary, and instead got a job as a bartender at Grillby's. You dyed your hair, changed your clothes, and put all of your weapons away. You stayed at Grillby's, and you worked every night except for Friday. You were waiting tables when you saw a man wearing jeans and a hood sitting at a table. You walked over, asking for his order without seeing his face. But you did know his voice. As soon as you heard it you said a small "okay," quickly writing down the order on a notepad and rushing to the kitchen. You didn't come out until closing time to find him waiting for you.

"What are you doing here, Sans?" you asked. "I'm not a mercenary anymore. I've made a life for myself. I make good money, I have a house, I have friends,"

"You think I'm here about the gang, wearing this? No. Me and Papyrus quit after you left. Gaster may be a relative, but it's not right to do that to a kid. Papyrus is with the Royal Guard now,"

You were surprised at this. "And you?"

"I'm a lazy drunk. I usually come here on Friday, but I couldn't wait to have some of Grillby's wine," he lowered his hood, revealing bags under his eye sockets.

"Ah," you and Sans talked for hours, and soon you started working Friday again, happy to talk to your old friend.

One night, you were in New Home to get an ingredient Grillby needed. Apparently it was only in the capital. It was night, so you were glad that you could see in the dark. As you walked, you heard footsteps behind you, getting louder. It was very helpful that you had the senses of a wolf. It wasn't helpful, however, that you had no weapons. The monster grabbed your arm, and you spun around, swinging at them with your other arm. But they grabbed your other arm and put you into a hold with both of your arms behind your back. You saw their grinning face as they tied a rope around your wrists. It was none other than Mettaton, leader of one of the most infamous gangs in the Underground.

You were taken to the castle and put in an interrogation room. After about an hour, Mettaton walked in, sitting in the chair across the table from you.

"Did you know that your crimes are more than any gang in the Underground?" he asked.

"Yup,"

"Then do you think we need to give you a trial before we kill you?" he cocked his head.

"Nope,"

Mettaton raised his eyebrows. "You're being awfully cooperative. Why is that?"

"I thought that was obvious," you replied. "I'm being cooperative to speed things along. I know you're not going to execute me,"

"Are you sure?"

"Completely. You want information on W.D.'s gang," you yawned.

Mettaton smiled. "You're right. However, we only want one thing. We want to know the location of Sans,"

"And why in the hell do you think I'd ever tell you that?" you laughed.

"We have W.D. Gaster imprisoned," the robot smirked at your shocked face.

"That is, if you still want to kill him,"

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