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You woke up from your nap from you cat pawing at your face. She was lying on your chest, her paw on your lips, gazing into your eyes. You were a bit confused as you slowly woke up. Naps always seemed to throw you off a bit, you had to take a moment to try and remember what happened. You started to pet your cat focusing on her for a bit. She was on the smaller side, mostly silver grey, with a white chest and white socks. Her fur was long and soft. When you adopted her, you were told she came from a hoarder, she was a tiny kitten and they said it was a struggle to keep her alive.
She stayed at the rescue for a long time as she would get aggressive when people got too close. You were the first person she had ever approached, the first person she had shown any interest in. You knew right then that she had picked you. Even though she didn’t really approve of you getting a pet, but you therapist did. One of the only good things that came from going to him. It took a couple of months before she was completely comfortable around you. Now she is a complete cuddle bug and never stays far away from you. She will hide if anyone comes over and will not show herself until they have left.
If there wasn’t actual litter in the litter box your weekly helper would not have believed there was an actual cat living here. You wish you could just hide like that whenever someone came over as well. Would be so handy on some days. Not that you had many people over, a helper comes over once a week to clean and do some grocery shopping. Your physical therapist comes once a month to help you train and to track your progress, you’re really happy you managed to find someone who would do home visits.
You kept petting your cat and listening to her purrs as you properly woke up. You had named her Hope, because that was what she was. She was always there to keep your mind from spiralling, always keeping you company. Listening to her purr always helped you to calm down and helped your mind focus. Feeling more awake you start to think about what had happened earlier today. It’s a bit fuzzy, oh yeah you met someone. A monster was it? Yeah, he was so sweet to you. A skeleton monster, a tall skeleton monster. His brother was even taller. You giggled to yourself.
Hope let out a quiet “mrrrr”, you started to scratch her behind her ear then under her chin.
“I managed to make a friend today Hope. Can you believe it? Awkward little me made a friend haha. I can barely believe it. Shit what was his name again?” You tried to focus but it was hard for you to grasp his name, names were always a bit hard for you to remember. “Something starting with S... Sssssss.” You jumped slightly as your phone vibrated under you. During your nap it had migrated to under your shoulder.
After a little bit of wiggling around you managed to get your phone. Hope a little annoyed at you for not being a good bed. You gave her some pets to satisfy her highness and opened your phone. You had a couple of new messages; one was from her...
Queen Bitch:
Heard your appointment went well, though I was also told you created some disturbances in the waiting room. Refrain from such childish behaviour in the future. I will be coming by to see you next week.
You gave a tired sigh, you really didn’t like this woman having so much control over your life. Sadly you still very much depended on her to pay for your apartment. You had your inheritance, but that money was locked until your therapist would give her approval that you were ready to manage your own life. Part of the deal. You doubted that would ever happen as she had her hands in his pocket. It’s been a little over three years since your accident. Yeah you struggled with a lot of things and needed help with cleaning but you never had any struggles with your finances. Bad days were coming less and less and you were getting better. You sighed again and opened the other messages. A big smile found the way to your face and you giggled.
“His name is Sans. I can’t believe he wanted to be my friend, isn’t this great Hope?” She looked at you before she went back to grooming herself and you looked back to your phone.
Sans the lost twin:
hey
thanks 4 today
youre nice
i mean it was nice to meet you....
not that you’re not nice..
because you are
sorry this got weird
<<attached image>>
dog says hi
You giggled to yourself as you were reading his messages, he was such a dork. You clicked on the image and saw a very adorable picture of a golden retriever, you believed, sitting down, tongue hanging out, a big smile on the dogs face. So cute, you looked at the time and saw that it was past 3pm and his last message was about an hour ago, you should answer the poor guy.
You:
Hi Sans, no worries you're fine :3
Sorry I was taking a nap, usually happens after being outside.
Cute dog you got there, what’s their name?
You’re about to lie you phone down, thinking it would be a bit before you’d get a reply, but the moment you had let it go it vibrated again. Grabbing your phone you unlocked it and saw that he had replied. Was he waiting for your reply all this time? you giggled to yourself and couldn’t help but wonder if he was nervous or worried since you took some time to reply. “Yeah, no way. Probably just coincidence.” you watched as the three little dots danced showing he was still writing so you waited.
Sans the lost twin:
its ok, naps = good
her name is dog
no really, her name is dog
Sans POV
Sans had been really nervous when it took so long to get a reply from you. He couldn’t help but wonder If he had gotten the wrong number somehow, didn’t they come through or were you ignoring him, did he make it weird? He felt bad for sending so many messages and how weird it got, he really hoped the cute picture of Dog would make up for it.
He didn’t realize how tense he was until he got a reply back. You had taken a nap which was good, you looked so tired when he dropped you off. His phone buzzed in his hands and he saw he had gotten another message from you. He couldn’t help but smile and chuckle at the name you had given yourself on his phone.
Metalhead twin(y/n):
Dog is a fantastic name
It suits her, such a cutie. 11/10 would give many scratches
Oooh, let me show you my fur baby.
Oh you had a pet too? He wondered what sort of pet you had. His soul did a little flip as he thought about you also liking animals, he liked that, a lot. He looked at Dog who was sitting by his legs, tail lazily wagging as he petted her head. She really was the sweetest dog, he was so incredible happy that he found her that day. It had been raining that day, he had been forced outside to go on a walk, GET SOME FRESH AIR, Papyrus had said. That’s when he heard some whimpering, on the side of the road he found her. She was dirty, malnourished and had a broken leg. He had carefully picked her up and rushed back home. They had both rushed her to the vet, it was a bit of touch and go but she pulled through. When they couldn’t track down her owner and she needed a home he had begged his brother to take her. She needed a home, it was one of the best decisions they had made. Even though Papyrus complained about certain things, he also loved Dog so much. He wasn’t too excited by the name but let Sans have his way.
His phone buzzed a couple of times and brought him out of his memories.
Metalhead twin(y/n):
<<attached image>>
Her royal highness, Hope
She looks a bit grumpy right now as I disturbed her nap for the picture
I’m not a very good bed right now :p
He chuckled at your messages and opened the image. It was a picture of you lying down on a couch, smiling, on your chest he saw a small cat lying there, looking a bit annoyed at the phone. You were smiling, your hair was a bit of a mess, but Sans couldn’t help but think how cute you looked. He could see that you still looked tired, but better then when he had dropped you off. Your hair looked so soft all puffed up like that, he couldn't help the smile as he looked you over, you were so cute.
You:
cute
He didn’t elaborate further as he thought you both were cute, although he couldn’t help but think you were even cuter.
Metalhead twin(y/n):
Yeah she is such a sweet little thing
A real big cuddle bug
Though only with people she trusts
I’m the only one so far
“you’re such a sweet... little thing.” he mumbled to himself and then blushed slightly. He had only meet you earlier that day and already you were stuck in his head. Normally he struggled with remembering human faces, they were all so similar it was often difficult for him to see the difference. Especially if they only had meet once. Why were you so special? He couldn’t help but think how lucky he was that he met you today.
Reader POV
You couldn’t believe how lucky you were, Sans was such a nice guy. For the next week you guys would text constantly. You would talk about your pets, send cute pictures of them and other random things you thought about. You learned that he also has 4 chickens and that he also really wanted to get goats but Papyrus didn’t quite want that. Which you agreed was absolutely ridiculous, goats were awesome. After that you also started sending him funny pictures and gif’s of goats and other animals.
Papyrus has gotten your number from Sans and would also text you although he preferred to call. He was an early riser, something you painfully learned when he called you at 7am to wish you a good morning. After the second day you pleaded with him to please call you later in the day. You were usually up at 9 the earliest, he agreed in the end when you told him that you struggled with falling asleep. Now you two would call during his lunch time, you were usually up by then. You always enjoyed your little chats, he would tell you about his day so far or sass about some customers.
He had told you he preferred to call as he found texting a bit difficult because if this eyesight, so you had told him about speech to text. He did not know that was a thing and you promised you would show him sometime.
All too soon the week passes and it’s time for her to visit. You had been pretty stressed the day before, making sure things looked perfect and clean, yourself included. Dressed in some of your best clothes, your hair nicely in place, making sure you would look to her standards. If anything was out of place you knew she would point it out. You had managed to put on some weight recently, all healthy weight according to your doctor, but you knew she would point it out and tell you to watch what you ate.
It was awful as you were starting to like your body, you liked the slight chub you had going. It was so much better than being super skinny. You really didn’t like your body after the accident, it always felt foreign and wrong. Although everyone was saying you looked healthy now, you knew she would complain about it. You opened the curtains to let in light, you were a bit light sensitive today, but you knew she would complain about it being too dark otherwise.
With a sigh you turn away from the windows and head to the kitchen to start brewing some coffee. She would always demand a cup of coffee and lunch. You had already made a chicken salad to serve, hopefully that would satisfy her. “Who am I trying to f-fool, there will definitely be something wrong with it.”
You really hated her visits, nothing good ever came out of them. Nothing you ever did was good enough, it had only been three years since the accident, half of it spent in the hospital. You had only been living for yourself for six months. It had been hard work to get to the point you are at now, but nothing is good enough for her.
With a big sigh you went to check yourself in the mirror for the hundredth time today. You looked picture perfect. The doorbell rang and you put on your nicest smile, “please let her be in a good mood today”. Hurrying for the door you opened it. In front of you stands a pristine example of a successful women. Her gray hair neatly tucked into a bun, perfect makeup, a deep purple blouse that hugs her in all the right places, a grey pencil skirt that pinches her waist, giving her the perfect hourglass figure, a black belt with gold details, tan stocking and some classic black heels. Her nails are perfectly manicured, her jewelry goes perfectly together, the women just ooze perfection. The only tell that she is in her early 50’s is her grey hair and the few wrinkles she has on her face.
You notice the tension in her brows and you immediately know she's in a bad mood. Well, I’m screwed, you thought to yourself, keeping your thought silent and your face in the perfect smile.
“Hello Victoria, it’s n-nice to see you again.” you say as you step aside to let her in. She looks you over, a small twitch of her lips tells you she doesn’t fully approve of something but she doesn’t comment.
“It is good to see you as well (y/n)” She says as she walks into your apartment and looks it over. As she does her inspection you go to the kitchen and get the coffee and the salad to put on the dining table.
“You really should get some nicer curtains, these are too heavy and dark. Also get rid of those extra pillows on your couch, they are not needed and makes it look messy.” you refrained from rolling your eyes at her comment.
“You know I need t-those curtains on my bad days. T-they really help.”
“Hmm, but they really do not look good. Not to mention you need to get used to light anyway to get back to normal. If you need a dark space, keep it to your room. It’s not really suited for a room where you entertain guests.” she says as she walks over and sits at the dining table.
“W-well I don’t really entertain p-people much anyway.” you say and she sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose.
“You really need to get out more and mingle. Being a hermit is not very becoming of a child of Moore. You really ought to join one of those activities I recommended to you a while back. The book club for example or the cooking classes. For real though (y/n), you are not getting any younger and finding you a suitable partner to take over the company should be your main concern. You need to make yourself presentable. Staying inside all day is not going to do that.“
You stay quiet while she talks knowing that it would be an all-out argument if you interrupt her. She took a drink of her coffee and gave a slight hum, well at least you managed to make that correctly this time. She took a couple of bites of her salad and you followed.
“This is adequate, the salad is a little unevenly cut and you have a bit too much red onion in here. You have too much dressing on, no wonder you have gained some weight.” aaand there it was. “You have to work on your portion control, probably also stop with some of the snacking you probably do. No one wants a fat partner, you need to look your best. Have you talked any more with Avery after I introduced you to them a month ago?”
She looked at you and you quickly swallowed down your salad. “A-avery?” Shoot you had meet someone. “uuuummm.... Y-you know I h-have problems with remembering n-names and faces of people I h-have just meet o-once.” You could feel the headache starting up, slowly increasing in strength. It was starting to be really straining to speak without a stutter, knowing she would complain about it if it got too bad. She sighed annoyed.
“You are still struggling with that nonsense? This is very important (y/n), you need to get better at that. Avery is the youngest child of the Jefferson’s, a very influential and successful family. Taking them as a partner would benefit both families and our companies. They would be able take over the company from me as you are not be capable to do it anymore. Avery seemed to take a liking to you when you meet and they would like to meet with you again. Knowing you probably were going to drag things out again, I did you a courtesy and sorted out a date for you next week.” Wait! WHAT? “W-what? I.. I..”
“You will not skip out on this. I will have proper attire sent to you and my drive will come pick you up. Things can’t keep going like this (y/n). You have certain responsibilities as a Moore, with the tragic loss of your father you are the sole heir to his success. You own him at least this much for raising you.”
You didn’t know what to say to all that. What could you say, it’s not like you really could go against her will. Although you really didn’t want to do this. The pressure behind your eyes building.
“I-I, t-that's. I d-don’t really f-feel comfortable with t-that. I’m s-still recovering a-and"
“(y/n)! You are stuttering again and please stop giving yourself excuses. Dr.Turner has stated that you should be further along with your recovery if you just put the effort into it.” She stood up and walked towards the door, “I will send you the details about the date with Avery. You will get dressed in what I send you and you will go! It’s time for you to grow up and do what you are supposed to do. Now, I will most likely not be able to stop by next month as I have some big things coming up and will be out of the country for most of it. I will see you when I see you, take care (y/n).”
She disappears behind the doors and you sit there just staring at it. You couldn’t quite believe that just happened, that she had done that. No way did you feel ready do date anyone, let alone finding a partner. Getting up you went to the door and locked it, then proceed to clean up after the two of you. You didn’t feel hungry anymore and threw away what was left in the bowls. She had barely touched her portion, even if you had made it quite small do begin with. Were you really eating that much? You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as you put away the dishes.
With a quiet sob you walked over to your windows and closed the curtains, making your apartment comfortably dark again. Your head was hurting so much, your eyes felt like they were going to pop from all the pressure and your stomach was twisting. She was really going to force you to do this wasn’t she? Going over to the closet you grabbed your stash of pillows and blankets you had hidden away and buried yourself in them on your couch. Everything was hurting so bad as you cried quietly into a pillow.
You were so scared, you really did not like your grandma. What if she was right, that Avery was a good choice, maybe the only choice. It would clearly benefit a lot of people and who else would be willing to date you?
You were after all broken.