Grillby X Reader - What have I gotten myself into?

Grillby's

Sorry! Just a little before note. This picture is what the 'mask' looks like, and the style you wear it in. You can change the colour and pattern if you want! (It's actually called a neck muffler, if you wanted to know.)
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"Hello." I greeted him with a smile, however it was useless, as it was hidden under my mask. He nodded his head in greeting, handing me a menu.

"Thank you." I said. He then turned away to serve another customer. Or at least, deal with a customer. He had moved over to the skeleton beside me, where the blue-jacketed monster was swigging ketchup straight from the bottle. Grillby reached swiftly over the bar and pulled it out of the skele's grip.

"Aw, come on Grillbz, that's not fair, you know the stuff here is better than in the underground!" He protested. Grillby appeared to glare at him.

"Sans, if you want to drink ketchup, either buy your own, or pay for whatever you drink here." Came a smooth voice, barely audible over the ruckus of the bar and the crackle of flames. I assumed that that had been Grillby talking. I had to strain my ears to hear him.

I tore my eyes away from the group, focusing on my menu and selecting something to drink. I decided not to order alcohol as I wanted to seem like the sort of person that would be interested in baking, but not too obviously, so that ruled out tea. I told you I was experienced. I decided to go for a soft drink (or water, if you don't like soft drinks).

After a few more minutes of arguing with Sans, Grillby turned to me to ask if I had decided on anything.

"Yes, could I have (your choice of drink) please?" I asked politely. Grillby nodded his head, stepping into the back room to fetch my drink. I needed to get him talking, get him to trust me. I was contemplating what to say to get the conversation going when Grillby re-appeared. He placed my drink in front of me, and I thanked him.

"So, did you have a place like this in the underground as well?" I asked him, crossing my fingers and praying that it wasn't a sore subject. It wasn't. Grillby nodded his head.

"Do you prefer this place or the old place, then?" I asked him. He tilted his head to the side in thought.

"The business is better here, but it was...friendlier in the underground. However I prefer my old diner for...different reasons. Please, do not ask."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset yo-"

"No." He spoke loudly, and quickly. A few people nearby stopped their conversation. Grillby looked down.

"You um, didn't...upset me. I just...don't want to explain it." He told me, quieter. I nodded my head in understanding. We existed in silence for a few seconds before I spoke.

"The food looks good." I gestured towards a booth containing a family of bunnies that had plates of steaming food in front of them.

"Would you like to order some?" Grillby asked, pushing up his glasses. I turned back to him and nodded.

"Yeah, sure. Could I get some chips (fries, if you're American) please?" Grillby nodded his head and headed into the back room, coming out with several plates that he quickly delivered to a few impatient customers, before dashing back inside. He moved lithely, darting in between the crowded tables like he had been doing it his entire life.

It wasn't long before he was out again, with a few different plates. He delivered them all before sliding the last one in front of me. I smiled up at him.

"Thank you." I said warmly. He flew around to the other side of the bar, opposite me, where he began to polish a glass. The chips (fries) were delicious, the best I had ever tasted. I was definitely coming back to this place, competitor of Muffet's or not. Once again we remained in a comfortable silence, or at least, as silent as an open bar/diner can get. For the first time, Grillby initiated the conversation.

"If you...don't mind me asking...why do you wear that mask?" He gestured vaguely to the piece of fabric that covered my entire lower face beneath my eyes, along with my neck.

"I have my reasons." I told him simply, feeling a little queasy all of a sudden. He nodded his head, and I was beginning to wonder if that was his main form of communication; like a bobble head. I finished my drink and decided it was time to head home. It had already gotten dark. Honestly, Autumn and its short days!

"I should really be heading home, it's getting dark. Could I have the bill please?" Grillby hesitated, almost sadly, then replied with a

"Yes, I'll...be right back."

Weird.

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After paying for the chips and drink, I traveled home, the cold wind biting at my cheeks and ears as I rode. A small shiver ran down my spine at the chilly breeze. I eventually came to my apartment. I parked my bike and headed inside, got ready for bed, and went to sleep.

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Grillby POV

"I should really be heading home, it's getting dark. Could I have the bill please?" She asked politely. I sighed inwardly. She was the politest person I had met all day, despite her odd appearance (to be honest, I had seen weirder) and I wasn't ready to put up with more rude patrons. I reluctantly went to fetch her her bill. After she paid, she said goodbye, leaving me hoping that she would come back another time, or at the very least, I would get more customers like her. As I saw her start up a motorbike through the window, I realised I had never caught her name. I mentally face-palmed.

Suddenly a voice piped up.

"Got the hots for someone, eh Grillbz?" I was slightly taken aback as I looked down at Sans. It wasn't the first time he had made this pun, so I held myself together, staring him down until he stopped grinning so widely, and turned back to Alphys. I then glided into the back room, preparing another round of orders.

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And that, my friends, was part two!

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