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Part 1 of Under the Spotlight
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Under the Spotlight

Chapter 4

Summary:

Editing this during a stream. If you want to see it, go here. Two links. ;3

Anyway, since I am stuck with the current point, I thought I might as well edit what I have. And since I have over 20 chapters written, it's okay to post and be stuck. I have time. This happens a lot. I have the basic notes done. Just gotta get it down and make it work.

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(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

four

 

Sans ended up teleporting me home that night. While he checked out my simple apartment – his expression not giving his thoughts away at all, I talked him down from his strike three. I reasoned that if he went to strike three immediately, and because of me, we might not learn everything we needed to about the Gier family and what they were planning.

 

Sans knew that Sandy was already aware of why he had a sudden disappearance from his office earlier that day. It would create more problems if he suddenly cut ties since it was clear she knew exactly who I was to Sans. Gier needed to be caught in an act of some sort. No doubt Sandy and her father had something planned if Sans tried to do anything that would hurt their business.

 

Even Sans agreed Sandy wouldn’t have pulled me aside to badmouth me if she didn’t have an ace up her sleeve. We just needed our own ace or to at least be prepared with an argument.

 

 

The next day, I received a text from Sans first thing in the morning.

 

[sans: hiya, good morning. hope your well.]

 

Short and to the point. Auto-correct picking up most of the mistakes – but not all, I noticed – he might make out of laziness. No capitals meant he probably had that turned off automatically.

 

[Me: Hi, Sans. I am. Just got up. Need to get ready. But thank you for the morning greeting. That is so sweet. :3]

 

Only a couple seconds passed before the phone buzzed.

 

[sans: any time for a sweet little thing like you. ;3]

 

Damnit, his texts shouldn’t have the ability to make me blush. Choosing not to respond, like I was busy, I began my morning routine. By the time I was at the bus stop, I was back to texting. Sans sure loved his puns, and used every advantage to show his expertise.

 

“Hey _______, who you texting?” Dina breathed as she came up behind me. I jumped, burying my phone in my chest. “Oh, no way! Show me!”

 

“No! Please!” She easily pried my phone from me, and immediately gasped at the name.

 

“No way!” She enunciated, her eyes practically sparkling.

 

“Don’t say anything out loud.” I warned. “We are in public!”

 

“Your mom actually did it!” She squealed.

 

“Dina, quiet!” People were staring, some of them openly glowering at us for disturbing the quiet of the morning.

 

“Oh, this is great! So, do you have a date yet?”

 

“N-no…” Kill me now.

 

“Why the hell not?”

 

“Shhhh!” One of the people who openly glared at us hissed. She was an older woman who looked to have a no nonsense attitude. That, or she was just stuck up.

 

“Oh, can it, old lady! This is a city! People are gonna be loud!” Dina retaliated, much to the woman’s disbelief.

 

“My word! Who do you think you are?”

 

“Someone who doesn’t give a shit about your opinion! That’s who!”

 

Turning away, the old woman piled onto bus that had just arrived. She ignored us until her stop, hissing a complaint to the bus driver, who waved her off.

 

“Who the hell even was that lady?” Dina mused.

 

“I don’t know. I feel like I should know her. I think she might be a client or associate of the Gier Company.”

 

“She’s Ned Gier’s ex-wife, Maria Stolz.” A man said from behind. “The whole family is one big fucking mess. I pity anyone who has to work at that company.”

 

“Gee, thanks.” I muttered.

 

“Oh, sorry.” He mumbled.

 

“Where do you work?” Dina asked.

 

“I work at Gaster Industries as part of construction.” He replied, relieved by the subject change. “My name is Charlie Jones.”

 

“So, you work for Sans!” Dina stated, nudging me with a smirk.

 

“Yeah, my supervisor is Nate Fuller. Everyone there is great!” I nodded politely, not wanting to draw attention. “Are you considering getting a job there?”

 

“Oh trust me, she totally is!” Dina laughed.

 

“What’s so funny about that?” Charlie’s tone sounded both amused and offended, which was an interesting combination.

 

“My bestie has a personal history with Sans.” She replied, much to my chagrin.

 

“Oh? What’s that about?” He pressed.

“That’s enough! This is our stop!” I pulled Dina up, and pushed her to the front and outside the bus. While Dina didn’t work at the Gier Company, she did work close by at an accounting firm. She became the assistant manager a year ago and since then, the firm had grown. She was aiming for the spot as director of her branch.

 

“Wow, kill joy! Well, see you later, ____! Have fun at work! Oh, right! That’s impossible!” She snickered. “At least stay alive!” I didn’t respond as I walked off towards the building that belonged to the Gier Company.

 

Walking inside, I was greeted by what could only be my worst nightmare. Ned Gier was talking with the police, his daughter at his side in a getup that shouted, ‘notice me’, her bleached blonde hair down in fake waves behind her. At my arrival, she pointed at me. The police looked up and approached.

 

“Miss ______ _______, you are under arrest for stealing money and other possessions that are company property. We will be taking you down town for questioning. You have the right to remain silent.”

 

I sputtered. “What? I don’t understand. Whatever happened, I was framed.” But it was too late. They escorted me out in cuffs, and into one of their vehicles. The ride to the police station was short. They began questioning me immediately, and I answered as best as I could.

 

Apparently, stacks of money and items were found in my desk. The cameras that were set to monitor the room I worked in had been disabled. I was suspect because it was my desk. After asking the same questions repeatedly, it finally ended.

 

“We are calling in someone who will help us find out if you are guilty or not. Would you like some water in the meantime?” I nodded.

 

While I drank water in cuffs, I heard a familiar voice, and groaned when Sandy came into the room.

 

“I saw her do it! There is no reason to call him in! I saw it!” She whined.

 

“Unless you have physical proof, then we will continue–”

 

“No! I swear! She is guilty!”

 

“sandy, shut your mouth and just explain why the hell i had to be dragged here!” Sans walked in and froze at the sight of me. The sound of his skeletal palms hitting his skull sounded odd yet comforting to my ears.

 

“never mind, now i get it.” He turned to the officers. “sandy framed her of a crime because of her ties to me. she doesn’t want me to see this because she knows i will vouch for ____. also, given what i was told on the way here, a camera was disabled. do you really think she has the expertise to do that?”

 

“We don’t know, sir.” The officer answered.

 

“when did this robbery happen?”

 

“Sometime yesterday.”

 

“wow, sandy. you are even more idiotic than i thought.” The blond banshee squeaked. “____ was at my lab yesterday until five. i escorted her home myself after learning about her living arrangement in the shady side of town. there was no way she could have done this.”

 

“Do you have proof?”


“absolutely, i will be right back.” He glared at Sandy as he disappeared.

 

Sandy turned to me, glaring daggers. “You stupid bitch! You ruin everything!” Sandy screamed before running out. I didn’t respond.

 

“Miss _____, do you know Sans personally?” The officer asked softly.

 

I nodded. “I met him for the first time five years ago when he saved me from a group of drunkards outside a casino in South Vale. But because monsters didn’t have legal citizenship, he teleported me away when the drunks called for the police. Although, he didn’t have time to get my name because there were sirens nearby and he was worried he would get into trouble for saving me. I didn’t know until recently that we had a deeper connection.”

 

“What do you mean?” The officer asked.

 

“she’s my soul mate.” Sans replied from the doorway, handing one of the officers who came in with him the folder. “and that’s why sandy pulled this crap. she wants ____ out of the picture so that i’ll be with her. i have no interest and after this, i think we can both agree, _____, that this is strike three.”

 

I nodded solemnly. “Yeah, I’d say so.”

 

 

 

The next couple days, I was off. Officially, I had quit my job with the Gier Company, but the CEO told the media I had been fired after I had attempted to steal money. However, police squashed that accusation and reported the truth. Sans had announced he was breaking ties with Gier for malpractice and other illegal activity. Gier’s illegal activity was investigated, and the company went bankrupt and into debt as they were forced to give compensation to countless workers who they had not paid the amount they were owed.

 

In the week I had off, I had moved into a new apartment on the safer side of town that was only two blocks away from Sans’ luxurious mansion, which he had invited me over to while the moving took place.

 

The media wasn’t given my name, so I was safe from paparazzi. I spent the first two nights in my new apartment before I had my first day at work at Gaster Industries. I would start as a paid intern and work my way up. I would be paid ten dollars an hour, a whole two and a half dollars above what I was meant to get while working for Gier.

 

Going to sleep the night before, I was excited. I fell asleep, oblivious to the presence watching over me as I slept. All I remembered was a warm kiss on my cheek.

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