[Undertale] Sans X Reader - Repeat, Eternally

Chapter 54 ~ Underfells, of Day Two ~ Grillby

Sorry for not posting sooner, the internet was down at home. -_-

Just got it back too!

Fear.

Fear is what you felt as Uf!Grillby gripped you, not intent on letting go. His nails dug into your- wait, did Grillby even have nails? No, you doubted that. They must be some sort of claw. As he touched you, you expected pain but felt only a cool breeze. He dragged you into the middle of the room, grabbed a chair and sat you down on it.

"Tell me a reason why I shouldn't kill you," He said, softly, as if he were saying something nice. Which he wasn't. This was not nice at all.

"Because..." You begin, searching through your head for a good reason that Uf!Grillby would support. "I want to live?" No, he definetely wouldn't support that. What were you doing?

"That's not a good enough reason. Please don't squirm, I despise cleaning carpets with blood in them." He wrapped one arm around your waist to prevent you from moving. His hand formed into a blade, and the heat coming off it was giving you sunburn just from being near it. The pain was immesurable, and it hadn't even touched you yet.

"Wait! Wait, please!" You beg, terrified. Uf!Grillby laughed, bringing the blade ever closer. "I'll do whatever you want!" This caused him to pause.

"...Whatever.... I want?" A nefarious grin crossed his face. "Really now?"

"Yes!" You yell, leaning away from the blade. It instantly forms back into a hand, and it brushes against your cheek, wiping away the tears you had shed in fear and pain.

"What if what I want is extremely scandalous, yet...fun...?~" He teased, attempting to make you think it may be something perverse. But wait, was it? Your face showed your worry, and he laughed.

"Relax, I'm not interested in bodily connection with the likes of you. I just want to prank Asgore." Uf!Grillby smirked, and you realized that he seemed a lot more childish than you expected. Even if he was murderous, he was still...Grillby, within good perameters. His black hipster glasses framed what you assumed were his eyes...or where his eyes are. Of course Uf!Grillby would be a hipster.

"Asgore...as in your Asgore, right?" You ask, and Uf!Grillby glares at you. His flames turn pitch black, and you take this as his way of saying, 'Shut up, I'm annoyed. You're annoying.' He snapped his fingers, and several candles lit themselves. It looked like a pretty cool power. Uf!Grillby then began to take off his shirt, and wow, did he have sweet muscles. He could be a better model than any Metatton with that kind of figure. You continued to stare, and Uf!Grillby caught you.

"If you're enjoying the show, then you really should pay me if you want to see more. Of course, if you'd rather not spend time with me, you could pay me to spare your life. Money is the best lawyer in hell." Grillby put on a black tanktop. He was...a temptress? A temptor? Whatever he was, he wasn't big-boned like Sans. Wait, this was Sans' best friend you were talking about! Grillby and Sans had always been tight. You needed to stop your train of thought before your feelings for the father-son duo became any more sinful, and ended up involving Grillby, too.

"So, you like money, Grillby?" You asked, attempting to start a conversation to distract you from how good Uf!Grillby looked. He stopped whatever he was doing, and gave you a long, hard look. You thought he wasn't going to answer, as the original Grillby hated stupid questions with obvious answers, but he sighed.

"I do. Money is my only love. It's the only thing that will never betray my trust, the only lover I need." He began to fill a bag with cans. You couldn't make out the labels because of the weak glow of the candles, but you knew those cans had stuff in them that would make Asgore mad. "We're ready. Three rules for you to keep your head. Don't be annoying, don't mess this up and don't ask stupid questions."