Note: I do not own the characters, settings, and names used. Whether real or not, Undertale is credited and owned by Toby Fox. This is merely a fan fiction with bad grammar and possibly a countless number of mistakes. There will be a boyXboy relationship present so if you aren't comfortable with that, what are you doing here? If there is any additional warnings, I will put it in the beginning of each chapter. Anyways, I hope this gets good feedback, for it is my first fanfic. Happy reading! :D Let's begin!
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Grillby's POV
The last glass was cleaned as I put it up back in its rightful position on the shelf. It was a long day and the lengthy sigh I gave made it evident. I wanted to sleep, to forget everything, especially the nagging that killed my head. I wanted to go to bed, and nothing less.
Two minutes. Two minutes until the bar is closed. It's not easy running the only bar in Snowdin. It kept money running around and into my pocket. Without it, I couldn't care for my daughter and Fuku especially would notice. She's smart like that.
I scratched my hair... -er, flames in frustration. The pain killed my whole being like I'm forgetting something. But I'm almost done, just take out the trash. Then you can rest. I edge my way towards the back of the bar and hurl the bag over my head into the can. It's funny that a man of fire can't burn through everything, let alone trash. But I'm not invincible. Water still gets the best of me; the reason why I hired a friend to help out around the shop (and wipe my hands with a tablecloth).
"Yo Grillby! Can I have my bottle of ketchup now? I finished the dishes!"
Speaking of the devil. "Sure Sans, just... keep it down alright?"
"Geez... sorry..."
"It's fine. Do you mind closing up shop? I have to go home."
"Sure boss. Stay safe."
"See you."
Finally. I walk to the coat rack at the corner of the bar to get my overcoat and umbrella, just in case, you know, if it's snowing. It's next to the old jukebox, broken because a regular of the bar used to love hearing it. But I can't help but try to figure out who it was. I practically know everyone in Snowdin! Ugh... here comes the headache. I hated not knowing something.
But just as the inquiry was about to do some damage to my head, I couldn't help but feel something or possibly someone hold my face. I could feel fingers caress it, in a way to reassure me of my pain. It's ridiculous! Nothing was there; nothing near me! Yet the feeling to have someone care about me filled me with gratitude. I sunk further into their touch, barely making out that the hands were almost boney. I appreciated every action this force was taking to calm me down.
My eyes then looked down to my watch, it reading 9:30. I should be home by now. I got out of that corner of the bar I learned to love, where I almost met with the strange force regularly. It had a relaxing atmosphere, yet I can't help thinking that someone actually lurked there. I didn't want to give it anymore thought. I was almost out the door.
I then looked down at the floor, watching the footprints my shoes made in the layer of snow that fell the previous day. It was interesting to see the faint glow illuminating off my skin. I made my way towards the shadows with no one out at the time to spare me a glance. I walked further into the woods as my flavescent figure was slowly engulfed by what the Underground calls night.
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