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Art; a creative method of expressing emotions. Something you had always been taught, even as a young child. Parents, relatives, friends, and extended family; they would always tell you, “You have so much talent!” accompanied by “You're such a natural!”. These comments spurred your life in art forward, propelling you to finish High School and enter a college of Art and Animation. You had always wanted to go and learn animation, growing up watching cartoons and anime, they inspired you to broaden your perspective of art... But there was a minor set back.
Money.
Money has always been an issue for you. You knew, right out of High School you wouldn't have enough to go to College; so with no way of paying for it, you were stuck with a receptionist job at a Therapist office. Not the ideal way you thought to spend your days, but you felt privileged none the less to have the job. Now, we all know that self-insert characters have jobs that have special meaning right? (someone fix the fourth wall, please.) What happened to be special about this one, is it happened to be one of the first – and only – monster and human run therapy offices. This distinctively put you on the monster supporter side, obviously. Not that you minded. They were just like humans. They had feelings, most of them ate, some had kids, and they all had amazing personalities. You probably couldn't ask for a better job... except for the one distraction.
Dr W.D. Gaster, The head monster therapist in the office.
He was – of course, the initial reason you were hired in the first place, him being the one to select you out of the other 20 or so people that had applied. Soon after your work started, you grew a strong admiration for the Doctor. One of those moments is now.
“Mx (Y/N), would you wish to join me for coffee?” you hear the doctor ask, leaning on the counter. You look up from the computer where you currently are in a really heated game of 3D Pinball Space Cadet and sigh,
“Yes, in a minute. I'm just finishing up something really important right now; can I meet you in the staff room?” you ask turning back to the screen where you currently are using your last ball.
“Sure thing (Y/N). but I know you're just playing that game you and the other receptionists do.” he smiles at you then walks off. You snap your head up and look at the doctors retreating figure.
'How does he know that?' you mentally ask yourself, remembering the game on your screen you snap your head back down to it just in time to see the ball fall to the bottom and through the paddles “Fuuuuuuuu!” you hiss out leaning back in your chair. “I was so close to beating the high score too!” you mumble standing up from your seat behind the counter and stretching your arms up. You walk to the side of the counter and unlock the blockade that keeps people from just walking behind the counter, closing and locking it behind you. You turn to give your colleague a thumbs up to tell them you'd be back and they nod, turning back to the computer screen and typing away at the keyboard.
You walk towards the only unmarked door in the vicinity and touch your fob to a black scanner next to it, it beeps and the light turns green, letting you know you can walk in. You open the door and are greeted by Dr Gaster's warm smile, “Ah, (Y/N). I have a question for you.”
“Yes sir?” you ask, pouring yourself a coffee and grabbing one of the cookies left on the counter.
“I understand you are doing this job to earn funds for tuition, yes?”
“Ah, yes sir. That's correct.” you sit down across from him at the round table placed in the room.
“We have started getting more and more adolescent and child patients coming in, and they do not talk or open up the same way adults and seniors would. I was doing some research and found a new way of doing therapy.” he pauses. Taking a sip of his coffee, “It is a form called Art therapy. They say that it can help children with deep-rooted emotions from traumas; as well as abuse, bereavement, and an assortment of mental illnesses can be assisted by art therapy.” he takes this opportunity to sip his coffee again, “Being that children naturally are more creative and artistic than adults, I thought it would be a decent idea to bring into the clinic. What are your thoughts (Y/N)?” you look up from your coffee at this point and look him in the eyes. You set your coffee down then take a breath.
“I think that is a great idea, Dr Gaster – but I have one question?” you ask, shifting your gaze to the floor momentarily
“Yes?” he asks, before sipping his coffee once more.
“What does this have to do with me?” you pause a moment, “Like, I'm just a receptionist, I take calls, make appointments, I phone you guys when you have appointments coming in. What role would I serve in making this decision? Furthermore, how does this relate to my schooling?”
“I thought it would be rather obvious. You are an artist, right?” he questions.
“Uh yes sir, but not professionally-”
“You are creative, and understand colours, and their relation to emotions. Correct?”
“Yes sir, but-”
“Then there is no more to talk about, is there? You would be perfect to assist me.” he stands up from the chair and moves to the door.
“But sir, what does this have to do with my schooling and tuition?” you turn to look at him as he's pushing the handle down on the door.
“I thought that was rather obvious too. I wouldd be paying you to be my assistant.” he gives you a kind smile, “So is it a yes to my proposal?” he asks, pushing the door open slightly.
“Um, yes. I-I'll do that for you. I can help you, with that.” you mumble, taking a bite of your cookie.
“Great to hear! I will talk to you later about it.” he pushes the door open all the way and steps out, “Oh, before I forget.” he says stepping back and looking toward you again, “You look absolutely adorable with that cookie hanging out of your mouth” he then steps out and the door closes rather abruptly and you are left alone in the staff room... with a barely eaten cookie in your mouth and a heavy blush.