𝙎𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝘼𝙐 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨!! ⋆｡°✩ //request closed// finished

Horror sans x Cook! Reader

Ok, so the reader is the chef of a 5-star restaurant... And you are in the Au that revolves over culinary arts. Umm... Cooktale? Idk- Forgive mah dumbness (┬┬﹏┬┬). So basically Horror was sent there to grab *cough* steal *cough* some food mostly for himself by his Papa Nootmare (I swear, the numbers of nicknames I have for the Noot boi) and yeahhhh-

I'm a major foodie (⌐■_■)

WARNING!: MENTION OF DELICIOUS FOODS

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

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"Chef (L/N) (yes, all your cooks call you by your last name, out of respect) there's a problem with the sauce!" Said a 21-year-old looking blond guy running up to you in a hurry holding a bowl filled with a brownish liquid. You take a spoon and taste it. "You're right Nathan, try adding some more of those herbs, but only 2 teaspoons, ok?" You say pointing to a jar on the kitchen counter. "Hai, Chef (L/N), I won't fail you!" The blonde declared. You chuckled at his energetic demeanour. "I'm sure you won't, Nathan" and with that, he ran off continuing his work. See, you were a high-class chef only in your twenty's and you managed to give the restaurant, previously owned by your father, a five-star rating. You succeeded at all of your dad's expectations, creating quite the reputation for that.

Temskip to a few hours

You check your watch, eleven o'clock sharp. Your workers left an hour ago and you said you would clean. Everything was silent and as you folded out and turned off the light, bag hanging on your shoulder, fully prepared to leave, a bloodcurdling scream was let out somewhere near the back door of the restaurant.

It wasn't the simple yelp some people let out when they see a spider (I love dem spideys) or something that might creep them out, it was the same type of scream of when you see a horror movie and when the person meets a bloodthirsty murderer and screams for their life. Shivers were sent down your spine and you froze, completely. Breath completely ragged and eyes as wide as saucers, you began to comprehend the situation you're in. Someone screamed, obviously out of pure fear, in the back of your restaurant, probably because they saw something---or someone-- terrifying. 'should call the police' was your first thought before another high-peached screech was let out. You didn't know what had gotten into you when you instantly bolted through the back door of your restaurant, kicking the door down in the process, with a pan in your hand. There definitely was someone holding an axe, aiming it towards a women's head who was unconscious, not dead, but unconscious. His back was turned to you so he couldn't see you and with a sudden pulse of adrenaline, you shackly took the pan and slammed it against the beings head. Fun. 'Huh, reminds me of something you thought.
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"Achoo!"
Somewhere in the distance, a Disney princess sneezed
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Being the gEnIuS you are, you took him to a dining table and tied him to a chair. The guy was a skeleton, with a large hole on the side of his skull, dusty and bloody jacket and...slippers? You almost chuckled at the slippers since it was uncommon for a murderer to wear them. You weren't surprised by the fact he was a skeleton since the monster was freed a few months ago. 'He's a little cool though, with that big blood red shining eye, wait... when you're unconscious, aren't your eyes closed?' Oh sh*t. An overly stretched grin was formed on his face as he looked at you insanely with his eyelight. Your breath hitched as he silently stared you down, then back up until his gaze met your eyes.

(it get's pretty cringy from here-)

"Holy shit-"
He grinned knowingly thinking you would start running but-
'That eye- no eyelight- has something in it. That look... No... His gaze is not that of a normal being' (seriously?). It's-
"Oh, you poor skeleton!"
Nope, You were not going to let this pass.
"What?"
"Nobody AND I SAY NOBODY, that is present in MY restaurant is allowed to be hungry or hangry, even if it costs my head, I, dear skeleton SHALL SERVE YOU THE BEST MEAL, and satisfy your appetite"
Stare
Staaaaaare
Staaaaaaa-
"You're kidding right?"