Forbidden Flame (Mafiatale Grillby x Reader)

Chapter 12- Need Some Company?

(~Your POV + Time Skip~)

I never thought I'd be so upset to wake up to an empty bed. Grillby left early this morning. I tried to convince him to sleep in, since he hasn't done much of sleeping at all since we got here. As proven by the fact that he's not here with me, he went back anyway. Part of me wishes that he'd leave the bar in the back of his mind. The other half of me knows that my request is unreasonable. I squish a pillow tightly against my chest.

'You know how much it means to him.. You can't expect Grillby to drop everything he knows just because you came into his life.'

Even though that's exactly what I did. I'm either wanted dead or presumed dead by now. I haven't returned to the manor. I haven't attended to any of my work. Heck, I haven't even told any of them that I'm still alive.

'Doesn't seem like anyone cares since no one is looking-'

A prominent knock on the bedroom door startles me from my depressing thoughts. I groan as I sit up. It feels like a ton of weights are on my back, pulling for me to just fall back into the sheets. I push myself up anyway and answer the door.

'Papyrus and... Sans..'

As soon as my gaze meets with the shorter of the two, I attempt to slam the door. My attempt is stopped by Papyrus' gloved hand. He pries the door back open effortlessly. "GOOD MORNING, MISS Y/N. MY APOLOGIES FOR THE INTRUSION." I fight the growl from stirring in my throat, seeing as Papyrus has done nothing to hurt me. He doesn't deserve me bashing at him. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

'I will open my eyes and Sans will not be there. Problem solved.'

I open my eyes and resolve to ignore his existence altogether. "Good morning, Papyrus. What brings you for the visit?" "YOU DIDN'T ATTEND FOR BREAKFAST THIS MORNING. WE WERE QUITE WORRIED ABOUT YOUR HEALTH, SINCE YOU WEREN'T FEELING WELL AS OF YESTERDAY. FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, I MUST RESPECTFULLY INSIST THAT YOU AT LEAST EAT BREAKFAST IN YOUR ROOM." It was hard to ignore when Sans offers me a plate of a standard breakfast. It consists of two eggs, a slice of slightly burnt toast, and a generous amount of bacon. I take it, mumbling, "Oh? Thank you. You must've made this to drug me next." I know I told Grillby to forgive them but I'm not exactly in the best mood this morning,

Sans sighs heavily, "Y/N, I'm really sorry. I know I can't take it back but I can assure ya I won't be doing that again." "YES, I COMPLETELY AGREE THAT SANS' RECENT ACTIONS WERE IDIOTIC AND MANIPULATIVE AND HARDHEADED, BUT I ALSO KNOW MY BROTHER. SANS' MAIN FOCUS HAS ALWAYS BEEN TO PROTECT THE FAMILY. HE WAS SIMPLY DOING WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS BEST. AS FOR THE FOOD, I INSPECTED THE ENTIRE COOK THROUGH MYSELF AND IT HAS NOTHING IN IT THAT SHOULDN'T BE." His words make sense. I was a stranger that walked into their home and they felt threatened. Who wouldn't with so many criminals and mafias fighting for power nowadays? Also, I suppose I've developed a soft spot for Grillby's youngest nephew already. I sigh a breath of relief, "Thank you, Papyrus."

"NYEH HEH HEH! ALL IN A DAY'S WORK FOR THE GREAT AND STEALTHY PAPYRUS!" He cheers gleefully. I turn and look to the darkness of my room. With the bed messy and the curtains closed, all it really does is prove my depressive episode to myself. "WOULD YOU LIKE US TO STAY WITH YOU FOR A LITTLE WHILE? IT LOOKS LIKE YOU COULD USE THE COMPANY SINCE UNCLE GRILLBY ISN'T HERE." Papyrus proposes. I look back to him and his brother. I tiredly rub my cheek and then down my neck, muttering, "Sure.. I suppose I do.."

(~Time Skip~)

I pout as Sans laughs at me. He leans back in the small wooden chair (in the corner of the room), eagerly teasing me, "Ya still worried about him?" "Considering what happened the last time he was at the bar, YES." I pace in circles around the room. Papyrus has taken the liberty to make my bed before taking a seat for himself along the edge of it. It's getting close to afternoon now and I've never felt the time drag on so slowly in my entire life.

'When is he coming back?'

"You act as though it's childish for someone to worry about their soulmate."
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"Y/N, he'll be fine. Grillbz has gotten into tough situations before. If he was afraid of confrontation, he wouldn't own a bar in the first place."
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"He's gotten hurt before!"

Sans pauses awkwardly, knowing exactly what I'm talking about. Grillby has a scar going down one side of his face. Something or someone put it there. I truly want to believe that Grillby can protect himself but I'm tired of everyone talking down my concerns like he's invincible.

There's a knock on the doorframe. "May I cut in?" Gaster asks respectfully. I quickly turn around. He's leaning on one side of the doorframe. The back of one of his hands is resting on the wood's surface, likely the source of the previous knocking. "Do you need something, Gaster?" I feel myself go uneasy by his presence. "I was looking for my sons. Though now I can see that we're having that little worrying issue again." When I don't say anything else, he continues, "Grillby understands the risks that come with his decisions. You mustn't undermine that, Y/N."

'There they go, putting down my emotions again.'

"WELL, I CAN UNDERSTAND WHY MISS Y/N FEELS THIS WAY. I NEVER LIKE STAYING BEHIND WHILE SANS IS SENT ON MISSIONS..." Papyrus messes with his sleeves quietly after that. "Worrying over things is unnecessary. It causes you to lose focus on what's important." It almost like the skeleton just scolded his son for having emotions. I don't like the sound of that one bit. Gaster firmly believes his opinion is the best one in the room. "Okay Gaster, we'll see how you like it when your soulmate's life is on the line!" I snap back at him for Pap's sake.

The room goes awfully quiet as all three skeletons find ways to look in an opposite direction. From that alone, I can tell I crossed a line that I shouldn't have. "I'm sorry. That was inconsiderate of me." I quickly apologize.

Sans smiles as if nothing happened, explaining, "The point is that getting hurt is a part of life. Scars? We all got 'em." "I HAVE SOME... THOUGH I WILL ADMIT THAT I'M OKAY WITH THEM. IT MAKES ME LOOK MUCH COOLER!" "As everyone can plainly see, I have my fair share of them as well." Gaster adds while tracing a hand along one of the cracks in his skull.

"One time I came home from a mission and told Dad I broke my arm in three different places." Sans says. Papyrus shudders, wrapping his arms around himself in insecurity, "THAT WAS NOT PLEASANT IN THE SLIGHTEST..." My eyes widen as I stare at Sans. I've never broken a bone in my life. I am terrified by the thought of even seeing that happen to me or anyone else. Yet, he sounds like his get broken so casually. That must be one of the downsides to having a skeleton body and nothing else to protect it from impacts.

'What are these missions that they keep mentioning and how are they so dangerous that Sans would get an injury like that in the first place?'

"Did you get it fixed?" I ask Sans, concerned. Sans and Gaster suddenly look like two teen besties trying to hold back their laughter in class. I ignore the urge to tilt my head.

'Am I missing something?'

"Yeah, Dad helped out A LOT." Sans chuckles softly while rolling his eyelights. I turn to Gaster. He suffers through hysteria as he tells me, "I looked him dead in the eyes and told him to sToP gOInG tO t-ThOse PLacES-" Gaster's voice cracks into a wheeze. Sans loses his ability to breathe altogether as he busts out laughing with his dad. The reality of the dad joke hits me and I yell at him, "OH MY GOD GASTER- YOU DID NOT!" Gaster laughs harder and nods his head. "I had never been in so much pain and joy in my entire life." Sans whimpers while putting a hand over his mouth. Papyrus stomps his foot on the ground before abruptly standing up. "YOU. DID. WHAT?" Pap growls in digust.

'Welp, Gaster's dead for sure.'