Forbidden Flame (Mafiatale Grillby x Reader)

Chapter 10- Grillby's "Brother"

(~Your POV + Time Skip~)

"You can open your eyes now, Y/N." Sans instructs. I open my eyes to a hallway. Its walls have been reinforced with solid panels of metal. It's like it was designed to be some kind of bomb shelter. What's perplexing is that we were in Grillby's bar two seconds ago.

"HoW DiD-" "Sans can take shortcuts from one place to another." Grillby explains to me directly. Grillby is by my side, carrying a single suitcase. We're not sure for how long we'll be staying so he packed a few days worth of clothes. Grillby looks worn down. I'm very concerned for his wellbeing. We haven't even talked about what happened at the bar yet. The light from his flames are growing dimmer. It's sunrise by this point and none of us have slept.

'I doubt I'll be able to sleep tonight.'

"Would ya like the tour?" Sans yawns and stretches out his arms as he does so. Grillby politely refuses, explaining, "I already know my way around so no introductions are in order. We'll most likely be in the guest room on the second floor, right?" "Yep! Stairwell is the last door on the right at the end of this hall." Grillby walks ahead. I'm stuck staring at the bullet hole in his shirt. It feels like I'm completely disconnected from him. How can he even function when I can barely do so much as think straight? My entire body begins to shake.

'Is he even okay?'

Sans places a hand on my arm, causing me to flinch. "Hey Y/N, are you okay?" He asks softly.

'He's only trying to help..'

I try to take a deep breath to calm my nerves. It doesn't help as much as I hoped it would. I tell him the truth. "No, I'm not."

'I'm terrified.'

Sans looks towards the floor and takes a deep breath in. "How about we go talk for a bit?" Sans leads me down the hall. We approach the first two open doorways in this hall, one on the left and one on the right. The room to the right appears to be a training room. Dummies and targets are scattered throughout it.

'What kind of place is this?'

We turn into the doorway on the left. Inside is a cafeteria filled with several dining tables. This is starting to look like a camp or school of some sort of it weren't for the walls. There's an open kitchen in here too. "I should've known you be up." Sans chuckles. He's not talking to me. Another skeleton is seated at one of the tables. His pupils glow a light shade of purple. Branching from his eye sockets are two large cracks. I wince at the sight.

'Gaining those scars must have been painful.'

On the table in front of him is a scattered mess of documents and files. His pupils shift in his sockets, now looking to us. "It's about time you showed up, Sans. This is late, even for you. Papyrus was worried sick." The unknown skeleton then brings a coffee cup to his mouth using two hovering hands??? They're not the hands that are attached to his body. It's a literal different set of hands.

'How does that work?'

I can only guess it's a form of magic. "We got caught up with stuff. Grillbz' bar was attacked. They were looking for Y/N so I brought them both here." Sans explains to him briefly. The only answer Sans gets in return is a simple "I see..." The skeleton soon stands from his seat. He approaches us and specifically speaks to me, "You must be Grillby's soulmate."

'They kNow???'

"Y-Yes." I don't know whether it's the uneasiness or surprise that made me stutter. "W.D. Gaster." He holds his hand out to me. I take it and respectfully shake his hand. "Y/N L/N." I state afterwards. I turn to Sans, asking quietly, "Um.. Is this your..?" "Father? Heh, yeah." Sans shrugs casually with a smile. "Despite the lack of resemblance, we are indeed related." Gaster adds on.