This is probably the first and only poem I will ever be proud of- and not going to lie- I am hesitating to send this here cause I don't want people stealing it as their own (Although it isn't good enough to be stolen, but, people steal whatever they can get their hands on for fame). Hgh- whatever, gonna send it on most of my platforms anyways. E- Enjoy~
Grillby's POV
The clock keeps ticking,
Time won't stop for anybody,
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Yet he still has not come in,
It is nearly closing hours;
He comes in here every chance he can manage...
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Where is he?
Every customer has left,
Leaving these bar walls to echo conversations.
But only a few run through my head,
Like a broken record;
Those puns...
They cease to leave this bar,
Always making people smile,
And others frown.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
He still has yet to come in...
The evening snow,
Crunches beneath my feet.
The streetlights should be off soon,
Snowdin has fallen asleep.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
The largest house of Snowdin,
Sat just a few yards from Waterfall.
Its pirate flag greeted pedestrians,
While the Christmas lights chased away the darkness.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Hopefully, he is home.
A gentle knock on the door,
Alerts them of my presence.
Nothing but silence comes my way,
Perhaps he isn't home?
But before I turn away,
The door finally opens,
But it was not the one I was looking for.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Maybe he knows where to find him?
The younger brother greets me with a smile,
His scarf fluttering behind him,
As he asks me if I'm alright;
And what I needed.
I ask if Sans is home,
But he solemnly shakes his head,
And claims he thought the male was with me.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Where could he be?
We race all around the town,
Asking if anyone has seen him,
But nobody remarks seeing him-
Forming a dead trail of nowhere to find him.
Papyrus begs for help,
Not wanting his older brother to stay missing...
Tick tock... Tick tock.
I hope he is okay.
We searched every nook and cranny,
Every spot of the Underground to find him,
But he is nowhere to be found.
Everyone was starting to give up,
As it was growing closer to dawn;
But Papyrus and I are still trying.
Dr. Alphys assures us she will check the cameras,
Telling us to go home and get a good night's rest.
Tick tock... Tick tock.
Hopefully, this was all just a bad dream.
I walked Papyrus back to his house,
Before retreating to my own.
My soul is aching in my chest,
Giving me a nagging nauseation of how he could be.
I step into my room,
My bed looks snug and warm,
Drawing me closer to it.
I lift the sheets,
As my soul stopped momentarily.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
There he lay,
Snuggled in my blankets,
Fallen under in his own slumber,
Unaware of today's events.
I press a hand on his cheekbone,
Relief flooding over me.
Tick tock... Tick tock...
I lay in bed beside him,
Pulling him close to my chest,
In a tight embrace.
He woke momentarily and looked up, giving me a tired smile, and whispers,
"Welcome Home."
Tick tock... Tick tock...
Thank Asgore he is okay.
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