Frisk's Determination

BRING IN DA FIRE!!

      Walking towards the empty bar, Sans froze and his flashing eyes disappeared. His soul dropped and his magic stifled him. For the person standing behind the bar was not his old friend Grillby, but... you. You where standing there behind the bar, looking at him.

'Sans? Welcome, what can I get for you?'

Teeth gritting and fist clenched, his voice grew deep and menacing. "what did you do to him?" You tilted your head, letting your hair fall across your face.

'To who?'

"to grillby!" One of the few monsters who where able to be safe from you, one of the ones who never felt how it was to die by your hands...and now you were there, where he should be. Sans pulled your soul out of your chest, making you jerk forward and causing plates on the counter to crash onto the floor.

Guess, I'll have alot of cleaning to do. You thought, sighing heavily.

You jumped over the bar and took a stance, ready to dodge his assault. As Sans ran towards you, his right eye blaring, a white object quickly stood in front of you, obstructing your view. Sans was then warded back by a flash of heat. Stumbling back to his feet, his eye sockets widen in disbelief.

"grillbz?!" Grillby stood in front of you, taking a stance of his own.

".....Sans, I will not allow violence inside my bar...."

"you're alive!? i...i thought...."

"...That I was dead? Quite a large assumption from just seeing my new employee, don't you think?...."

"employee? grillbz, that thing is a human!" Grillby removed his glasses as to massage the space between his eyes.

"...You're assuming alot again. Do you really believe I didn't know what she was?" Sweat dripped down his skull, too baffled to talk back. ".....Anyone who put in any effort in looking at her could tell she was not a monster ...."

"so...why?" Grillby placed his glasses back on and folded his arms.

"....She was looking for a job and I had one to give."

"but-"

"....If she was not already my employee, I would not stand in your way from doing your job. But now...." Grillby's flame crackled along with his threatening timber in his voice. "....She is under my protection while she's under my employment ...." You could feel the heaviness in the air between the two as they continued to stare at each other; daring for the other to make the first move.

Clearing your throat, both Sans and Grillby shifted their gaze towards you. You sighed once more before walking back behind the bar. Taking out a bottle of ketchup, you gave it a small shake, focusing your attention towards Sans.

'Will you be having ketchup with your order?' You smiled cheekily. Sans scuffed before giving a side glance towards Grillby. The look on his old friend's face, left him speechless. For he stared at you with such tenderness as a small smile threaten to reveal itself. Grillby having noticed the staring, quickly composed himself before heading back to the kitchen. Sans couldn't believe that Grillby had protected you in such away as to get in his way. Nothing was making any sense to him. Seeing how Sans wasn't making any effort on moving (besides glaring at the Fire exit as if some weird creature would pop out of it at any moment), you walked towards him. Leaning real close to the side of his skull, you blew softly, earning you a very amusing reaction from him.

Sans stumbled back, holding the spot where you blew, skull burning from the unexpected assault. You smiled wide at him, before returning back to your spot. 'Better sit down, bone boy, or people might think you're the new centerpiece of the bar.'