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Just a while longer.

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It was getting late.

That meant the time to close the pub was lurking near.

Grillby skimmed the rest pub as he finished sorting the cards scattered across the tables and floors, making sure he had gotten all of the cups cleaned and ready for use, and sorted out all of the beverages onto the long shelf behind the counter. He let out a content sigh. He had finished serving all of his customers for the day and now he was getting the pub ready for closing and honestly he was ready to close the pub. It was a stressful day, to say the least, and at the end of it all, he was left with a trashed pub and lots of cleaning supplies. But before he could move to the opening of the counter he was taken aback by the muffled glitched sizzling that sounded outside the pub's door.

Ah of course, how could he forget. He was a patron after all.

The tavern's door had swung open and there he was in all of his glory The Destroyer Of Worlds, battered and beaten, a tired yet cranky look on his face as he glared daggers at grillby. He was covered in a heavy layer of dust and a trail of blood, that he could only assume wasn't his own followed him as he moved to take the seat near the jukebox. "Hard shift?" Grillby questioned, only reviving a low grunt in response. He hummed back, confirming his question. "So what will it be tonight Desi, the usual? Grillby called all his patreons by their preferred nickname.

It helped keep track of who was who and made a business move a lot easier in the long run. Error had decided to use the abbreviation desi which meant destroyer. "Ťⱨē ụşụąĮ." error confirmed, placing his arms and head onto the counter. Grillby nodded, crouching down to open one of the cabinets behind the counter. He reached his hand into the cabinet and came back out with a bottle, the concoction inside of it varying from a bright red to a mixture of violets and purples to a thunderbolt blue.

He didn't bother grabbing a cup, he knew Desi didn't need one.

When Grillby placed the bottle on the counter Error don't waste a moment to snatch the bottle, screwing off the cap with inpatient and frustrated grumbles. Once he had finally gotten the cap of the bottle Error swung his head back, chugging the bottle like his life depended on it. Grillbies eyes softened at the sight but he didn't let his eyes linger for too long. he sighed, letting his attention turn to the watch on his wrist. In normal circumstances, this would be the time he would start getting ready to head home but at this rate, the chances of him getting home on time are Rapidly slipping from his grasp.

"Just a while longer" Grillby mumbled.

"ⱨ₥¿" Error questioned, catching Grillbies attention again. "A-ah, don't mind me. Continue" Grillby reassured. It had seemed to work, as the destroyer huffed and began to rant about whatever came to mind. Grillby took one more peek at his watch. He decently wasn't going to make it home on time.

Just a little while longer indeed.

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(Chapter end)

Word-count: 552

Whew! Sorry this chapter took awhile to get out, school had just started and I want to focus my attention on that so the updated for this book will be a lot more slow. I'll try my best to balance my time and make more chapters and I have a lot of ideas for this book! Hopefully I'll be able to get to them all soon^^ as for now I hope you enjoyed this chapter and till next time!

(PS: I wanted to try this concept from the eyes of Grillby instead of error so that's why his POV isn't mentioned as much in this chapter. I apologize if that ruined the enjoyment value of this chapter but I really liked the way this turned out in the end!)