You walked around, taking orders for your dad, he was the owner of a very popular diner. "Hey Dad. You did pay that one mafia... r..right?" You whispered to him as you saw a classic car pull into the parking lot. "That was TODAY?!" You father whispered, you groaned and pressed the palm of your hand to your forehead.
Personally, you thought your dad was an idiot. Suddenly there was gun shots and people diving under tables. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" You hopped over the counter and pulled your dad down to hide. It was quiet under two arms grabbed your dad and pulled him up.
"You owe us money, punk!" You covered your mouth to hide the scream that was lodged up in your throat. "P-please! I-I have a daughter and a wife! I-I promise to pay you double next time!" "That's what you said least time, buddy." You slowly stood up, your forehead had blood slipping down from some glass cutting you from the gun shots.
"What if you take me?" The fish lady, two skeletons, and your father looked at you. "I... I can cook and clean very well. Please. Just don't hurt my dad." You offered, knowing this was a huge mistake.
It had been about two years since you offered the mafia to take you instead of your father's life. You had made friend with Alphys and Toriel since you all took care of the place. Alphys often talked about Undyne or anime. You didn't mind. It was another day when Papyrus walked in, you saw him looking nervous. "Hey Pap! You ok?" You asked, Papyrus sat on a stool near the counter before nodding.
"Well... I... I've been thinking human," you leaned against the counter as Papyrus rubbed the back of his skull, unknown to you, Mettaton was watching with Alphys, both were fangirling like no tomorrow, "I was wondering if you'd... like to go out for dinner tonight..." Papyrus said nervously.
You smiled and nodded. "Sure Pap. It would be nice to get out of the kitchen ever so often." Papyrus looked up in shock as you walked over to the sink to wash more dishes. Papyrus suddenly walked around the counter and pulled you into a kiss, you blushed like the forth of July. When Papyrus pulled away, he gave you a little smile before walking away.
"I ship it." Mettaton chirped
"Mettaton. Please no." Undyne groaned, knowing Mettaton shipped a lot of people.
