First Impressions
It’s been almost five months since the monsters of the underground came to the surface, and since their arrival monsters have been the top topic. Everyone has an opinion, but the government decided to make them a protected class and even started programs to promote monster safety. One of those programs was currently staring you in the face in the form of a blank sign-up sheet. Each empty line filled you with a small twinge of guilt. All you would have to do is take care of and train a monster while at work, so it didn’t seem to be that big of a commitment. You wrote your name on the top line.
“I’m glad to see you taking the initiative ______,” You hadn’t noticed your manager coming out of the office, “But now you are five minutes late on the timeclock.” Shit.
“I’m sorry sir. I’ll go right away and- “
“Don’t bother. You just earned a week’s vacation for signing up. I’ll give you the address and basic information of the monster you will be training, as well as his uniform. I expect you to go to his home and begin training him on proper human interaction in the workplace.” Your mouth fell open. The large man turned to retrieve some paperwork from the office, “I expect you both here on Tuesday at ten for graveyard shift.” He shoved the longest apron you’ve ever seen into your arms as well as the paperwork and waved goodbye.
You were going to miss an entire weeks’ worth of tips. This monster has literally ruined your entire week before you even met. You got into your car and pulled out the information sheet the manager had given you and scanned it for details on your new ‘friend’. If he was going to mess up your money, then he wasn’t getting any form of mercy from you. Quickly popping the address listed into your phone’s GPS, you had decided to introduce yourself. At midnight.
The skeleton monster’s home was a pretty average two story house, nothing really standing out to you as you exited your car and made your way to the front door. With the way too long apron slung over your shoulder and a deep breath, you knocked firmly on the door. As promised the one who answered was a skeleton. You had to take a moment to comprehend his appearance before peaking, “Hi, I’m _____. I’m part of the monster- “
“We don’t want any, thanks,” The hoodie clad skeleton attempted to close the door on you, but you jammed your foot into the doorway to stop it.
“Apparently you do since I was sent here. Someone in this house signed up to work at my restaurant, and it’s my job to train him,” you couldn’t keep the irritation out of your voice. You pulled the apron off your shoulder and held it up to him, “Judging by your size I’m guessing this isn’t for you?”
“Look kid, my brother signed up for the program, but it’s bed time so come back tomorrow,” you let out a hearty laugh, causing the little white dots to disappear from the monster’s eyes. “What’s the punchline kid cuz I’m really not gettin’ it.”
“Your brother signed up for work. He was never promised day work. I’ll be training with him at night since that will be both of our schedules from this point on,” a small sigh escaped your lips, “Can I come in now?” With a nod he opened the door enough for you to slip in. After a moment of surveying the house your eyes landed back on him. He stood only an inch or two taller than you and from what you could see his bones were much thicker than a human skeleton.
“See something you like?” his tone was flat.
“Well if I’m going to be seeing you regularly I would like to know your name,” a smug grin was plastered on your face.
“It’s Sans. Sans the skeleton. And I hope I don’t have to see you a skele-ton,” his expression mirrored yours.
“Oh,” you shook your head, “You seem like a real comic, Sans.”
“STOP THIS. STOP THIS AT ONCE. I WILL NOT BE SUBJECTED TO THIS NONSENSE RIGHT BEFORE I GO TO- OH HELLO NEW HUMAN,” a tall skeleton monster emerged from one of the upstairs bedrooms. He made his way down the stairs before introducing himself, “I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND IT IS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU, BUT I MUST ASK WHY YOU HAVE COME SO LATE AT NIGHT. I KNOW BEFRIENDING SOMEONE AS GREAT AS I AM CAN BE QUITE EXCITING, BUT I CAN ASSURE YOU I WILL BE JUST AS FRIENDLY IN THE MORNING.”
Your eyes were bulging in disbelief. He just keeps talking and his voice is so loud. How were you going to make him acceptable in a week? “Bro she’s here about the job. Says you gotta do night training since you’re gonna work overnight,” Sans’ expression changed. He looked almost happy now.
“OH WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO, HUMAN? I AM MOST EXCITED TO BEGIN OUR TRAINING TOGETHER, BUT FIRST LET ME MAKE YOU THE TRADITIONAL FRIENDSHIP DINNER. I WILL BEGIN RIGHT AWAY.” And with that he was off.
You gave Sans a questioning look, “Tradition?”
He smiled back, “It’s tradition for him.”
“What kind of dinner is this gonna be?” you were a bit worried about being thrown into some monster tradition.
“It’s just spaghetti kid,” he patted your back.
“Oh.” This was going to be exhausting.