•You hear footsteps behind you.
H u m a n .
•You turn around and shake his hand.
•A farting sound fills the air.
Heh. Get dunked on.
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•You get into a defensive fighting stance.
Don't worry, I won't fight you. The name's Sans. Sans the skeleton. Hey, wait, you turned around before... never mind. Wanna go to Grillby's with me?
•You accept the generous offer.
Cool. Come on. I know a shortcut.
•You follow Sans through the shortcut.
Here we are. Grillby's. I always go to Grillby's when I'm having a bad time.
•You point out that Sans goes to Grillby's everyday.
Uhhh, forget about that.
•Sans shoos you inside.
What do you want?
•You order a burger.
Nice. Now, before we eat. Do you know anything about a t a l k i n g f l o w e r?
•You remember your promise to Flowey and say no.
I think your lying. But okay. Food's here. Ketchup?
•You say yes.
Ok. Here you go.
•The bottle flips open all over your food.
Whoops. Heh.
•You ask why Sans likes to go to Grillby's.
THAT is a good question. Well, it all started, of course, with Pap.
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Welcome back to the world of Buttercups! Except now it's Puns. Yep, we're moving right along to Sans Week. Yay!
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FanfictionA story for Sans week at Napstabooks. Skeletons are rare in the Underground. Sans and Papyrus know this. To Papyrus, it's life. To Sans, it's a curse. You need to uncover the truth- at a visit to Grillby's.
