To Strike The Match (Fell X Reader)

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Shrugging off the firemonster's very noticeable resentment, red had relaxed into his seat chugging down the first bottle of mustard without a care in the world.

Grillby crackled in rage before sighing returning to cleaning an already clean and steam polished glass...anything to distract himself from the rage educing skeleton before him...

A curious frazzled y/n sitting on the floor of the breakroom confused on what had just happened and why it had...

And a bar filled with monsters who just didn't give a fuck.

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Did...he just throw her into the break room?

he has never done something like that before...

His flames had crackled loudly and burned brightly giving off small sparks into the air almost as if he was scared...Grillby scared?? that isn't normal.

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Sighing to yourself you got up

dusting your clothes off singeing any dust on you with a quick *POOF*

looking through the doors crack

you perked up seeing a new monster talking with Grillby. He looked interesting to put it simply... a ragged looking monster... you hadn't seen this species before!

flickering in intrigue and turning into a slightly lighter hue you continued to watch the exchange unable to hear a single word behind the door, but happy non the less to watch...to see something new.He had smiled to Grillby so he must be friendly!

its strange to you...you had never seen him before..

living in Snowdin your whole life and not once seeing this monster was odd...maybe he was from Hotland? Was it a new species? are they new to Snowdin? how did Grillby and the others around seem to know them and you didn't? so many questions unanswered as they ran through your head as fast as your flames flickered.

sighing in yet even more confusion you sat down at a proper seat on the breakroom table going back to your tablet.

""Questions were always better to hold down till they faded away...""

you muttered trying to clear your head enough to focus on your tablet but not a single word from your book was able to be processed as the questions kept resurfacing in your mind...

maybe he was right ...questions lead to problems and you didn't want a problem

...he said any question held in would be forgotten eventually.

if so then...why wasn't it working??

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the bar was silent as he strode in

winking to a monsters smirking when one giggled in response...

ah he loved this place...good drinks sexy monsters and good quality music....

but today wasn't any more special than it always had been years ago...the same days repeating every timeline...the human would fall in a few days and he wanted to be completely wasted until that dreadful day came...again.

to everyone he was as he always was...a monster not to mess with and he was ok with that....less monsters to deal with the better...he didn't tolerate much...not anymore...if the timeline resets the same as everything ever has been he doesn't have to get close to anyone...they'll all forget about how he treated them in the long run...like they always did. But that was fine ..less effort to be put out on his part...he always liked doing the bare minimum...a new way to be lazier? how could he say no to that ?

Grillby greeted him the same as everyday with a loving scowl...ah how nice

Grillby's hatred for him always made his grin sharper and his ego inflate just a slight bit more...it was always funny watching the fire monster swirl and flicker in annoyance to every single thing he did...

...it was entertainment

and it was damn good entertainment.

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Grillby really needed to get this monster out of his bar and quickly...he could practically feel your curiosity seeping out from behind the door he held shut.

But the damned monster seemed to know he was in a hurry and took his sweet time still nursing on the first bottle of mustard he had given him while side glancing to him as he seemingly grinner wider slowing down even more. this fucker was teasing him...eye twitching he kept his composure.

and to top it all off monsters around the bar were starting to rile up at his presence alone...

Everyone in the underground hated this skeleton...even his brother seemed to...

if this dead beat wasn't related to the captain of the royal guard he was sure this bastard would have been long dusted...

if only papyrus had fallen in ranks in for a short period of time...but papyrus WAS a powerful boss monster...Grillby had respect for the tall skeleton however.

He held his own and sadly held Red's to...

why he wondered...why did papyrus let this...leach of a monster cling to him?why let the weak hide in the shadow of your power?

The underground was designed to weed out the weak.

Why fight what was natural??

he had never once seen red in an intense dusting battle...it was always petty squables..no death by dust...just injuries leading to parts dusted....like Childs play...nothing like the real underground...and this bastard knew he was lucky.. flaunting his bony ass to the REAL boss monsters knowing no matter how much he pushed them...because of papyrus, they could do nothing to him without getting dusted themselves.

It was either a swift dusting by the law...or Papyrus getting to you first...and if he did...there was no doubt your dusting would be slow and meticulous.

Grillby shuddered at the thoughts of the past events Papyrus had done to other patrons...infront of him no less thankfully never when y/n was here..

From dismemberment..to suffocation..to beheadings even as ruthless as electrocution

and so much else...he couldn't even stomach to try to remember making his flames crackle and swirl in a sick manner

all of it......all leading to dust ...in his poor bar...

and red KNEW he couldn't be touched.

oh how much he hated this monster...