Pyromaniac Reader X Grillby

Chapter 1: As I waited.

(AN: Warning. The story may go a little deep for reader-chan is a mental patient. And for those younger audiences below ages of teen-like 13 read at your own risk if continuing. Enjoy readers!)

As I waited.

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And waited.

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And waited.

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After the many long moments of silence passed as you waited your Patience starts to SnAp.

"HEEEELLLLLLOOOO IS ANYONE THERE? I KNOW YOU'RE THERE BEHIND THE CAMERAS." You shouted in a happy, yet twisted voice as you turn your head at the camera with a mischievous grin out of the rest that surrounded you.

You are patient 1604A, one of the mental hospital's most mentally ill patients. The mental illness of the patient is ranked by letter A-F alphabetical. A is the highest rank for patients who are the most unfortunate while the numbers are just counting the number of patients.

You struggled in your straitjacket wanting to break free from it. But no they can't allow that. You're mentally ill. They say. You're this and that. You already knew you have a problem with your mental state, but you know the reason why while they don't. Even so, they never bothered to listen, that because they can't trust you of course. And they don't care, for they are only using you to earn more money. A pawn, a footstep for their purpose, a tool, a guinea pig. You struggled as you sat on the cushioned floor.

You start to growl through your mask like an animal as you struggled more. Then the speaker begins to speak up after a small crackle. "1604 you better quit it with that, or you'll be in that jacket with your legs bound or strapped to a bed."

You growled at the speaker. "Don't you growl at me I'm just doing my job." You responded, "As if you're doing your job! You're only giving empty threats like you always do you a worthless man who left his family behind!" And then it turned off after the response was said. "Hey, I'm not finished talking to you yet!" You yell. There was no response. The speaker stayed quiet, the man behind the speaker is not going speak anything time soon.

"Screw you!" You shouted the last time at the flimsy speaker letting out a frustrated sigh. You throw yourself backward making your back made contact to the padded floor laying. You started to feel lonely again. 'The only feeling I have ever known' A voice came into your head. Not able to talk to anyone now. The only person in this wretched place to ever talked to is the man in speaker after each test or experiment was made on you by those doctors. 'Doctors are supposed to help people not used them for their purposes. .....Right?'

A flash of pictures goes through your thoughts. 'That doctor....'

"Docter Wilson would you please tell me what's the matter to this patient I see here?" An unknown voice of a male is heard. "Hm? Oh, that's one of our very ill patients, poor thing I said. The patient is only a child, not even near the age of teens yet." A voice of the doctor you knew so well. "Yes, it's sad. But why put her to sleep?" The voice asked. "That because the patient has a fear of needles. Just one glance of a syringe the patient will panic making the heartbeat go faster and may end up having a heart-attack so easily because of the weak mind."

The air starts to feel heavy; you shifted a little feeling uneasy. Even though the fluorescent light lit up the white sheets of your room, it seems to get darker in your vision.

It's not that you're sleepy you starting to hallucinate. You began to see dark figures forming around you. You froze in an instant when you spotted them. Then they laughed, they laughed at you laying there helpless.

You're scared knowing that there is no one here to be with you nor help you. You're all alone. You crawled yourself up into a ball by pulling your boney knees up to your chest and stayed still with your eyes shut unable to do nothing but wait.

'Don't worry (Y/N)' You assure yourself with your real name. 'It will all be over soon.' The shadows laughed louder and louder by the unmeasurable minutes. You curled up into a smaller ball shaking 'It's ok (Y/N) it will all be over.' 'But when?' A voice asked. 'But when is soon to for this to be all over?' 'No worries (Y/N) I just need to wait that's all. We just need to wait. Just wait.'

Grillby's POV

'How long has it been since the monsters have gone up to the surface?' Grillby thought as he was cleaning his glass cup as usual while the usual customers chatted doing their usual business along with some humans in it also.

It was about over a whole year since that happen. He remembered. He wasn't for sure why that came to mind, but it has. Nothing much changed for him, but his business that grew. Now he works at the surface in a larger building of the bar/ restaurant.

The fire bartender cleans his cup when he then heard the door entrance bell rings. He looked up taking his attention off the glass cup to the customer that now entered.

It was the usual skeleton as he walked up with the child still the same as ever. They took their same seats like in the underground. He looked at The skeleton waiting for his order. "What would you like to have kid?" Sans ask the child next to him. Frisk, the child smiled and just nodded. "The usual like always, Grillby." Grillby nod in responding as he gets their orders ready.

He gave them their usual orders as he continues cleaning the cup where he has left off. The two looked at each other starts to snicker. He stares at them strangely knowing that they're up to no good.

They stopped as Sans turned to him asked, "Hey Grillby how it's going?" He gives him a suspicious stare. "Why am I asking that question? Well, it looks like you're having a good time cause you're on fire." They burst out laughing after the joke was said.

He stood there unimpressed. 'I should have known,' he thought to himself. 'I should have known that this was about to happen.' They laughed controllably causing a distraction to the other customers that are now staring at them. 'I have had it with them for the last time this was the tenth time this month they have made a fire pun.' His anger that grew is now displayed in his flames burning a deep vibrant shade of red.

They suddenly stopped when they now realized what they have done. The other customers looked nervously or scared while some have already left leaving cash on the table.

For that what they saw is the sight of a flaming mad bartender who is ready to explode. Sans apologized to Grillby rubbing the back of his neck trying to make the fiery bartender to 'cool' down. Which failed with the joke. Grillby made Sans have a bad time facing the wrath of the fireball.

(First fan fiction on reader x character, but still made a good start. There are times why I question to myself why I still haven't encountered the reader as a pyromaniac x Grillby yet. I have already researched that, but no luck in finding it...... Oh well it's not their fault for that, so I guess it hasn't put into mind.)