The Heat of a Soul

Broken

A flash of bright cyan alerted Grillby, and he looked up from where he was huddled underneath the counter, his dull flames of hair flickering expectantly. He placed a hot hand on the polished top and started to stand, momentarily frozen in shock as he processed the sight in front of him.

Sans staggered forward, one hand clenched tightly to his chest, the other full with a limp scarf, dragging across the floor beside him.

"Yeah, I failed." He said with a grin, his eyes playing towards Grillby, till they drifted closed as he fell forward, landing heavily onto his face.

"Sans?!" Grillby called out, hopping over the counter and quickly rushing to his friends side, lifting him carefully to him. Sans was limp in his arms, and he searched him over quickly, checking to see how bad his wounds were.

He felt a lump in his pocket and pulled out a bottle, a large rip along the side signigying that the knife had hit it. It leaked ketchup, and Grillby now picked on the tomato paste scent that wafted from the skeleton. He shot him a questioning glance, wasted as he realized that Sans' eyes were still closed. But, he had a weak grin to his features.

"Got y-you all g-good, didn't I.."

"That doesn't explain why your laying half dead in my arms."

"Maybe I'm m-making a smooth m-move.." A failed attempt at a snicker. Sans relaxed, his body going even more limp, and let out a content sigh, thought he stiffled a pained tremor. Grillby shook his head, fixing his glasses and was about to help his friend up as he noticed Sans' hand clutched to his chest.

Grillby touched his hand softly, pushing it aside and moving to unzip the skeletons parka.

"Grillby, n-now's not the time to do s-something like this.."

He looked up then, winking at him, but his face blanked as Grillby gave him a concerned look. Now attempting to sit up, he grabbed Grillby's fingers, refusing to break eye contact with the bartender.

"Seriously, don't worry." He waited as Grillby stared at him, his gaurded eyes heavy with bags and grief, lightened at the skeleton's reassurance.

"Okay." He said gruffly, scoffing as Sans laughed and fell onto him again. He shook his head slowly, the flames swirling with new life as he smiled to his friend.

"But now, you need to tell me about what happened."

"Can I do that over a n-nice bottle of ketchup?"

Sigh.

"Sure thing, bro." Sans smiled up at Grillby, making to sit up as Grillby stood as well, offering a helping hand. He was taking it when he suddenly froze, crying out in pain. Grillby jumped at the noise, and instantly knelt next to him again, placing a hand on his back as Sans doubled over.

He could feel a cold chill rising from beneath Sans' jacket.

"I thought you said you were okay!" Grillby frowned at the skeleton, his voice loud with anger. A scared look stopped him in his tracks.

"Well, I lied.." Grillby's voice and burning face was the last thing he saw as Sans fell back into a void of darkness.