You enter into a sturdy looking diner, not expecting so much people in a line to order something to eat. Then you realize that they didn't come for fries or burgers.
At the front of the line was a table and a chair (noticeably the imfamous Chairiel), and on the other side was who you recognized to be Grillby and none other than W. D. Gaster.
They both see you and smile.
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