Underswap|When She Cries [BOOK 4]

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The kiss obviously took the skeleton by surprise as his whole body bolted up from a sitting position to a standing one and quickly exclaimed, "LET'S GO TO GRILLBY'S!" In one go.

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"What is this place?" You asked in pure amusement as you eyed the so called 'diner' located in the depths of a place called 'Hotland'. Sure it may burn a little and was hot enough to actually feel like the sun was following you around, but nonetheless, it was cute.

There was this bartender made entirely out of fire who was just behind the counter drying off a glass, "GRILLBY!" The little cinnamon roll beside you called, running towards the fire man who instantly perked up at the call of his name, suddenly, something brushed across the line where his lips supposed to be and formed a darker shade of orange, it was curved into what seemed to be a sincere smile.

"Sans, I didn't expect you'd be coming here. Much less alone." He spoke honestly, which made you think that it was quite unusual. But what makes you think that? Suddenly, an image flashed before your eyes and as quick as it showed, it vanished. You were left there staring in awe at the bartender who gave you a small smile.

"Well, I haven't seen you before." Then he stopped, "Are you . . . a hu—"

"SHE'S WITH ME." Sans told the man with a smile, "-man." Grillby continued nontheless, "Well, I'll be. I've never seen a human for quite a long time." He spoke, eyeing you curiously, "Surely, there is someone I know who would truly love to see your human friend." He grinned wide enough to send shivers running down your spine, "Don't you think?" He said, smiling down at the little cinnamon roll who brought you here.

For some reason that is quite unknown, you were certain that this bartender should talk less. No, he used to talk lesser than this. But where, oh where did you get that idea from? What does these certain images fr the unknown mean?

"YOU'RE RIGHT, BUT I WOULDN'T WANT ALPHYS TO TAKE HER AWAY." Sans simply told the bartender with an adorable pout, wanting you to bite his nonexistent lips. Teeth. Mouth? Whatever, I don't even know if you cam bite something on the skeleton. Unless—

"Hey, what're you eating?" The bartender lowly called as he eyed you suspiciously, you were snapped out of your thoughts and immediately glance at your hand, "What," you answered, "this?" You raised a burger in your hands(Flamo: uh, if you don't like burgers . . . which I doubt any of you wouldn't, or allergic to it, then you can think of any food you want.), "Yeah, that." The bartender said.
You look down at the burger once more them shrugged, "There's this little volcano thing we met on the way here asking me if I wanted to buy something from it. So I said yes and bought this burger(Flamo: or any food you thought of.)" Suddenly, a somewhat sincere smile was spread across the fire man's face, he turned to the skeleton with a proud grin before saying, "That human is indeed a keeper." The shorter skeleton smiled back at the man and chuckled, "YEAH, PAPYRUS WON'T EVEN LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT GETTING US IN CHECK. HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW WE'RE HERE FOR THAT MATTER."

"Well, I'll be!" The fire man, Grillby exclaimed, "My little man is becoming a rebel!" He chuckled lowly, igniting something in your stomach. Why were you feeling this way? Some part of you knew he wouldn't laugh that loud nor would he even spoke at least 500 or less words.

"MWEH HEH, NOT REALLY. I JUST COULDN'T TELL HIM CONSIDERING HE WENT TO MUFFET'S." He smiled, biting down into the taco he ordered, "Ahh, that spider monster?" He asked, as if he was reminiscing until he cringed, "That spider monster." He suddenly blurted and you could help but giggle, "It sounds like she did something really bad to you. Mind sharing?"

The fire man grinned, "Don't think I would, oh and Sans?" Grillby called, "MWEH?" He answered back, "Are you certain Papyrus doesn't know where you are?" Sans nodded, "Well that explains it." He sighed dramatically, "Explains what?" You asked as you watch him hide under the counter.

"GRILLBY—"

"SANS!"