Pyromaniac Reader X Grillby

Chapter 18: Poking Fun At.

You have become for vibrant the past months with the monsters. The progress is going well too according to Alpheus. Grillby is happy to hear, but it does not answer on your mood changes. 

He did not tell this to Alphys about this. You were calm and relaxed, and then something triggered a switch in your feelings causing you to be scared, fearing something. He is unsure to discuss this with you. His few attempts to do so only failed made you go running up the wall in fear in the end. He can only infer that it just what he can say, memories better off not remembering. 

This only happens when in open dark or when left alone in an empty house. He tries his best not to have you alone, but you seem to at least help by following him around or find search for him when you know it's only two in the house trying not to be alone. In which he finds it adorable by how you trail behind him. He noticed the distance between you both increased, noting an improvement on trust and independence. 

He was glad to have a long break from the bar now that the holidays have come in, meaning he can spend more time with you not worrying about the possible troubles that will happen at Toriel's home. He was able to find things that will keep you occupied while he is cooking or doing work related things. Like the television or some simple objects like playing cards for example.

Both of you sat watching the news on tv. There is time to time you will ask, what is that, what does that mean, or what that do? Pointing at the screen fascinated by the many things you don't generally or never even seen outside of a hospital. As much as it made Grillby happy to answer your questions, you tend to annoy him by tapping and tugging the cloth of his arm or shoulder too much when you get excited. 

He was unsure the number of times you did this since he has already lost count. When you tugged his sleeve, his patience has lost it. He tightly grabbed the wrist asking you calmly although you can hear his voice is slightly tense. It pains you whenever someone is angry at you, even when it does not physically hurt you at the end. Talking about bring physically hurt, Grillby gave you a poke on the cheek. You gave out a yelp of surprise only to glare at him rubbing your pain cheek. 

"Y/N imagine that happening the same number of you tapping and tugging me. Would you like that? No." You ignored him continued to stare at the screen displaying an advertisement. "Y/N I know you have heard me." You pretend he did not say anything not turning your attention to him. "Y/N," Grillby's voice turns to parent figure mode. As you still sit there focus on the tv, Grillby presses the remote's off button turning the screen completely black.

"Hey!" You said. You reached for the remote, but the fire monster would not let you have it pulling it far from your grasp as he uses his free hand to push you back. Unable to get it you instead you grab onto his sleeve making the hand that holds the remote come to you. Successfully taking the prize from him, until he poked you again. This time is to your stomach. Your hands covered the belly that is pulsing in pain from the poke received.

"That hurts, Grillby!" You growled still hissing at the pain. "Well, it wouldn't happen if you just behave and listen." He responds in the matter of fact tone. You stood up from the couch taking your leave to the other room. "Where do you think you're going?" Grillby pulls you back by have his arms hold yours back to the couch.

You try to kick him, but he pokes then again at your side. "Ow! Quit it!" You try using your feet to push him away now that you are sitting on the couch again. That attempted failed now that you left an opening for you to be attacked by jabs of pokes. Now Grillby has the upper-hand he kept repeatedly pokes at your belly on sides even when you try to swat his hands away. Somehow he hits one of your ticklish spots making you laugh a little. 

He raised a brow at your reaction and continued on, creating a storm of laughter from you. You try to speak between your laughs only to spur the words. "S-top tat. HAHAHAHA I'm sovy. HAHa-Iv give." Admitting defeat, but it does not seem to satisfied Grillby. He only continued the torture of pokes enjoying the moment. But you don't know how to feel about this. There are mixed feelings to this interaction you hate it, but it seems rather enjoyable. He starts to laugh also. "Nok- funey" you slurred still laughing hard.  

After that, you were left lying on the couch out of breath feeling like it was your last breath on life. You gave Grillby a punch in the arm in revenge to the pokes. He chuckled ruffles your hair as he gave you the last point gently on the forehead and quietly states out, "You're fun to mess with sometimes." You move his hand out of your face irritated. "Y/N, you know it was fun to you. That I can be sure." You remained silent crossing arms and closed your eyes to sleep. "Alright I'll let you rest now, but don't hit me when I wake you up for lunch. Ok?" You nodded in response still have your eyelids close dosing off in a flash.