Grillby's pov
"He never paid his tab," I mutter silently to myself.
"So you locked him in an ice box for eight years?" The voice rings in my head as I count up the earnings from tonight.
"No, I did him a favour, he can be with frisk now."
"That's a stupid excuse you know why you did it. Revenge."
"It's what he deserves," me and the voice say in unison, it's like a switch was thrown, im not myself. All I know is that sans ruined my life, he's going to pay for what he's done. He took the love of my life from me, so I'm doing the same to him. A freaky coincidence that they are suddenly old enough to be together, and then they are ripped from each other. I'm going to wait until they get close, the tare them from each other and dangle them right under each other's nose. So close yet so far, sans experience the heartbreak I went through. To feel the pain, to have it kill you and keep you alive to feel it, that is what he deserves. He took the love of my life from me, and I'm going to do the same to him.
"Daddy?" I turn and see her, my daughter. Going to grow up in this harsh words without a mother.
"Come on, bed time."
