Mafiatale - Living Life Among Crime [Frans]

Helping Hand [12]

Grumbling awake and sitting up from the comfortable slumber the now cranky skeleton had been enduring, Sans' two pupils squinted through what felt like the endless darkness of his apartment bedroom. Was it him, or did it sound like he had the sound of ringing inside his skull, almost like someone was trying to break from the inside out. When he glanced towards the clock at his bedside, he was shocked to find it was 3:38am. Not just that but the ringing wasn't coming from his skull, but rather the phone that also led beside his clock that clearly showed it was early hours of the morning. Who the fuck would be calling him at this time? 

Picking up his phone, Sans couldn't help but sigh when he saw just who exactly the name was that showed up upon his glowing screen that now cut through the dark. It was Grillby. Of course. The flame monster tended to do this now and then, where he'd call in early hours of the morning. It wasn't his fault, not at all. Ever since Gaster's disappearance, the guy had been weird since. He was a lot more quiet, a lot more reserved. Probably drank more too - he did run a bar after all. But it was sad, it was sad how the vanishing of his father had seemed to damage the man made of flame. They had always been good friends, knew each other since they were teenagers so the story was told. 

"grillby... do ya have any idea what time it is?" Sans sighed, rubbing his heavy eye sockets as he decided to lazily pick himself up off of his bed, pulling himself into a standing position. For a moment, it had been silent on the other end, until Sans had heard the sound of a quiet apology. "ya don't have to apologise... what's up, bud? have ya been drinkin' again? ya know gaster wouldn't support ya doin' that to yourself." He pointed out, opening his bedroom door. Only to be surprised with the fact that the living room light was on. Was Frisk awake too?

As he was listening to Grillby talk about... Nothing in particular, Sans saw that Frisk was sitting up on the couch with the blanket wrapped closely around her, and when she saw the bewildered expression on his face that asked "Why are you up?" she replied with, quietly "I heard a sound and thought something was wrong. But it was just you waking up." Frisk mentioned, before looking towards the phone in his hand? "Who is that?"

"it's grillby..." Sans exhaled, holding the phone away from his skull and putting his hand over it for a moment as he spoke quietly. "the guy is drunk i think. he doesn't do it often but there are just some days he does that and calls me up to ramble nonsense. i think it's his way to cope, since dad disappeared." Sans simply explained, before putting the phone back to his skull, while going to look around for where ever he recklessly placed his car keys. At times like this, Sans wasn't one to leave Grillby alone when he was a mess. Especially if there was the chance of him being up to no good with him being upset. With him being Gaster's old friend, he felt it was his responsibility to help the guy out when he needed someone, not just that but the man had listened to him countless times when he had drank himself stupid and talked about random crap. 

"frisk, catch." Sans said, throwing Frisk the car keys where she just managed to catch them from where she was sitting on the couch. "go unlock the car and get inside. we're goin' to see if he's alright." 

"Oh, okay." Frisk simply nodded, going to get up and head towards the front door where she left her shoes, before making her way down some stairs and out to the outside world where Sans had gone and parked the car. Using one of the buttons on the keys, she unlocked the car and climbed inside the front passenger seat. It was strange, to see the skeleton seeming genuinely caring. It definitely felt different to the way Sans was nice to her. With her, it felt like Sans was just nice to her because he had to be, but with Grillby, he sounded realistically concerned. They must have been good friends or something.

Should it have made her sad that Sans didn't see her as a friend? Well, even if it was a no, for some reason she did. At the beginning, if truth be told she hadn't really had a good first impression of him. At first, she had disliked him. Quite a bit. Then with the more time they spent together, the more Frisk felt like that maybe the guy was like a friend to her. He was someone she wished well being for, who she wished would remain unharmed when doing something reckless. She felt really concerned when he put himself in harms way. Yeah, to her he was a friend.