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(9:15 P.M~)

I told Frisk to stay close to Grillby while I went to the back and check our liquor that we've been bootlegging for quiet some time now. Frisk of course nodded and waited patiently by my well now adopted older brothers side. I went to the back with pen and paper and started checking off our wares, everything seemed fine until a large crash from the front was heard. I quickly put the paper away and got out my gun, call me paranoid but my gut feeling told me to get my gun out.

I cocked my gun at the ready and slowly went back into the bar. I was ready for a fight but no one was there.... My defense was now on high alert as I looked for Frisk and Grillby. I looked everywhere and soon went upstairs to see an unconscious Grillby tied up in anti-flame ropes. I run to him and noticed he was out cold but still alive, I sighed in relief and noticed a paper attached to his suit. I trembled slightly as I took it and read....

~ Dear (Y/n) ,

We have your precious brat.....If you come quietly with no one else we'll let them go without a scratch......If you do come with someone both of ya will have bullets in ya. Come to the docks in Waterfall district at 12:00 sharp or else....

Underfell brothers~

The message was loud and clear, whoever these Underfell brothers were...they played no games and they messed with the wrong person. Stealing my baby and threatening their life if I didn't come, and even tying up my brother! Oh there was going to be hell to pay......

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