Your order came in the middle of your conversation with Sans reminding you what your problem was in the first place.
"You alright buddy? You seem pale." Sans rests his head on his palm while giving you a lazy grin.
"Am I really that pale right now?" You touched your cheeks as you asked.
"Yep. What's the matter?"
"Nothing to worry about Sans, just nervous." You began to nibble of your fries.
"'Bout what?"
"Well It's really none of your concern." You said politely hoping that you don't offend him in a way.
Sans just laughed before facing Hellfire infront of you. "Grillby says that you look familiar."
You felt panic surge through you. "F-familiar? Me? No.." You pretend to grab your bag and look for something.
"He says that you kinda remind him of someone he once knew."
You gulped feeling your mind go into shock, it was your time.. goodbye Mr. Sans-
"He said that your kinda cut-" You saw Sans get slapped by Grillby nearly going an extra mile just to get over the bar counter.
"Wha.."
Sans began laughing as he recovers from the slap. "Grillby says your umph!" His mouth was covered by Grillby, he pried it off and began again. "Grillby says umph!"
"Grillby says I'm umph?"
"No! He means that your umph!!" Sans struggled against Grillby's palm.
"Sans?! Did you just lick my hand?!" He finally lets go of Sans while wiping him palm on the skeleton's jacket. "Disgusting."
His voice shocked you, it was like burning paper really.. no surprise here.
Sans panted in between laughs. "Grillby.. says.. that.. you're.."
"Get out. Now."
"No." Sans crossed his arms.
"Pay your tab then."
"Welp, bye stanger! Bye Grillby! See ya tomorrow!" He left without another word.
"I'm sorry about him, he could be a real pain in the ass, but he means well." Grillby returned to polishing one of the shot glasses. "Would you like anything else?"
You thought for a moment, maybe you should over a drink? But what if he'll poison you?! Well you never really tried to get poisoned once.. alright then poison it is! "I'll have a Bacardi 151 please."
"Alright then, coming right up." He grabbed a bottle from one of the shelves and a clean shot glass. He did a few tricks like juggling the bottle and such, it only scared you even more. "Here you go."
You eagerly picked up the glass and raised it. "Well then, cheers Grillby!" As soon as the liquid touched your throat a burning sensation erupts in it's wake. You scrounge up your face and coughed. "Gosh I forgot how that felt.." You pounded your chest a bit.
"Not a drinker I see."
"You could say that again." You glanced at the bar's clock it read 8:47. "Shit I gotta go." You collected money from your wallet (and maybe along with a tip) and placed it on the counter. "Bye hell- I mean Grillby!" You dashed away back to the apartment.
What a strange human..
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The Gods Must Be Joking (Grillby X Reader)
Fanfiction"I still remember that day." How gastly of them to turn you away on such a dire moment without any consideration. You played your part well and served them obediently through thick and thin they were your mentors, it was alright for them to order...
