Finding Your Parts (Grillby X Gaster FanFic)

Chapter 5

(A/N: Omg I'm so very sorry for the lack of updates! I just had so much to do with all the testing in June, family events, and summer work. I promise I won't abandon any story I write, so always know another update will always be promised. I'd like to thank those who are supportive of my writing, whether it be through voting, commenting, or even following me. So here you go! I wrote another chapter today! And I hope to keep writing until the very last one, which won't be anytime soon. Thank you again and happy reading! : ) )

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(Oh and I hope you don't mind, but throughout this chapter, I experimented with alternating from 1st to 3rd person POV, especially since it helps with events of this chapter. I tried to show the divisions with the " ంంం". Tell me what you think about it!)

The next day at work was a different one, for he now would spend most of his time observing. No matter how hard he look around him, there didn't seem to be any clues leading to the hand wielder. Grillby knew the weekends brought him his huge surge of customers; them playing, chatting, and enjoying the company of others within his bar. Although at this very thought, something seemed to boil within him. No... it can't possibly be... envy? Perhaps making Gaster a huge priority of his time wasn't a good idea afterall... He couldn't focus on manning his bar.

He could be dead for all he knew. Perhaps, being scattered brought him to his-

"Excuse me, sir? May I have another a bottle of ketchup?" asked one of his customers. "This one seems to be empty."

"Yes, right away, sir," responded a thought broken Grillby.

But before the customer can express his gratitude, the flames-man appeared to have left his place. All the man was left with was the swinging of kitchen doors.

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"Damn it! I burnt a burger!"

The weekends were always the busiest days at the bar, and having to run it for the first time, alone I might add, made my raging headache reach new heights. Jared, being the older brother he was, would assist me from time to time. Sans was my usual helper. But both had to cancel, Jared for family reasons and Sans; well, he didn't really give me the whole story. I was nowhere near the jukebox so at the moment, I couldn't be comforted. Even if i were to go near it, Gaster would have no time to soothe me. I spent a great amount of time moving on my feet.

After disposing of the burger, I had to deal with my recent task.

"Now where's the ketchup?"

After looking around for awhile, I saw it, the new bottles of ketchup on the highest shelf the kitchen had. Even though they were placed up there because someone would devour the whole stock when it was within arms reach, that same person would usually help stock and bring down the supply when needed. That is, when he wasn't too lazy to use his magic.

But he wasn't here right now. So, grabbing the stool that was half my height, I made my way to the shelf to get it myself.

"Woah... this stool's a bit wobbly..."

A ringing was audible near by, signaling that someone came into the bar. Great, now I have to hurry up to serve the customer. But the problem was that the bottle was out of reach. It was deep into the shelf, almost touching the wall. Tippy toes were now necessary. With one foot in the air to provide a better reach, I strained my arm and grabbed the bottle. Yet hastiness never seemed to be in my favor. I put my airborne foot down quickly, forgetting that i was on the edge of the stool. Now my ass was going to reach the ground before my feet do.