How Dare You? Echotale- G!Sans X Frisk

Chapter Three - Speaking to a Flame

~First Person View~

"Good evening, Miss. I'm Grillby. It's a true pleasure to finally meet you." The man now identified as Grillby bows along his words.

G ignores Grillby's humble gesture and makes his way to the kitchen.

I'm speechless. I mean... yeah, I'm used to monsters and mystical creatures roaming around now but... a man. 

Dressed in a suit.

Completely made of fire? Call me crazy, but that's.... impossible. And yet it's right in front of me.

"Tongue tied, Sweetheart?" G says in a chuckle. "He's got quite the appearance, doesn't he? But take it from me, he's a pretty lit person." G's chuckle increases while Grillby makes a condescending gesture.

"He'll really light up your world. But yeah, that is quite the burning statement. But whether he's a good person.. that can be hotly debated." He begins laughing, pretending to wipe a tear from his eye socket.

I have to hide a smile behind my face of pure confusion. These puns are really bad.. but somehow still makes me want to laugh. Probably from how bad they are.

"G, you can stop." Grillby says, and turns to me. "Apologies, Frisk. He'll take any chance he can get to show off his Oh-so-clever puns." He says with an annoyed tone, emphasizing the 'p'.

Again. They know my name. Have they been planning to abduct me for a while now..? Or was it random? Who... are these people-

...

Who are these monsters?

"Ah, nah. You can just get really blazing mad. Maybe you're so mad cause you're getting burned." G bends over, holding his stomach. He's laughing so hard that I could practically hear his bones jiggling.

"G." Grillby says. Although he doesn't necessarily have a face, he gives off a stern manner. For once, G finally shuts up. The silence is so solid you could almost cut it with scissors.

"Apologies for such a... rude way for us to meet." Grillby says to me. "I'm sure you have plenty of questions. I'd love to answer them for you and ease your angst. What do you say we go to my restaurant? It's very comforting and homey. I'd imagine you'd feel safer there rather than in this... dump." He speaks so softly, and so... convincing.

He owns a restaurant. That explains the formal outfit.

G's straightened his posture by now, his back leaning against a counter. He rolls his eyes, "Like she'll want to go there."

My eyes shoot an annoyed look at G. As if he's known me long enough to know what I'd prefer. "What's wrong with his restaurant?"

"It's located somewhere you don't belong." He says in a snarky reply. "And you'd probably have a panic attack." The way he says it sounds like he knows me. Like he knows how I think.

"Why do you keep acting like you know me?!" I shouted at him. My hands were at my sides, balled up in fists. I honestly didn't mean to shout. It was just.... agitating.

G stood there silent for a while. He looked like he was debating on what to do or say.

Grillby wasn't fazed at all, as if expecting this. He picked up the grocery bags and made his way to the kitchen, next to where G stood. He set everything where it needed to be and waited for something to happen, although he acted as if he already knew.