Pyromaniac Reader X Grillby

Chapter 33: One time, BitterSweet

There are times for someone's life. Out of the billions of others populating, living on this dot floating in darkness with other dots we call a planet, Earth.

They made a thought or choice or action once. Only one time in their lifetime. But when using this phrase, "One time." It can be ironic depending on the past activities or situations.

It turns out it was the case for you. Grillby the one who saved you. The one whom you respected and loved for all their actions. At this moment you and he were arguing. It was not uncommon to have a few exchanges of heated words. This one is unique out of the other time's conflict happens between the two. A human who uses to live in a mental medical environment is still unstable, to begin with, a fire monster who again recently came out of the underground to live on the surface for a few years.

Unsure what causes this event to happen. It is giving negativity to the home. Hearing muffled voices from upstairs from the fierce conversation. It results from a fuming human storming out of the room who locked their selves in a bathroom. Luckily the others do not know except for Sans.

Leaving a stressed caretaker contemplating over his decisions and past actions. The two need their space without any more tension. Although it was the one who walked out create an image that it is possible they are at fault for Grillby called after you to come back to deal with this face to face. Ignoring his voice continuing not wanting to listen nor speak. There was urges to punch him in the face, or at a wall, this is an attempt not to stir more drama.

Most of the brutal attacks weren't in your control. It was not indeed your fault. And to have a bad mood after a hearty sweet party, Bittersweet. Regret is already planted, it just has not sprouted yet. The brain has other plans it numbed and tricks you to believe you were not at all in the wrong. That is foolish to feel so upset and pouty sulking to yourself. It is considered childish to think that one is all alone and it is just them that they can't be wrong, how vulgar.

That is terrible that the brain works that way laying flat in the clean shower. Back against the cold white surface of the tub looking up at the silver metal faucet and up at the large sprinkler. Curtains closed as the lights were off to make an illusion no one is present in the bathroom. The only light source is the cracks of the curtain above and the side from the nearby lit rooms. Night time has already arrived. Just how long has the conflict lasted? A question comes up. To hear murmurs, you held your breath. The voice has not died down when the discussion of your whereabouts is unknown. Grillby voice is strained. Even so, it is impossible for him to hide his worry for your well-being. Sans assured everyone telling them to calm down.

Relaxing in the tub is not so bad. It is pleasant to feel the lack of heat. Summer is cranking up with those discomforting degrees. You instantly slept from the rollercoaster of emotions left you mental and physically drained.

It wasn't for long for Grillby to find you sleeping in there peacefully. He decided to bring you back to his home for once. He may have a job, but what can happen to a successful manager for skipping a few days from work? Nothing really, only a few disappoint regulars from the underground. You did not stir from sleep, not for a single moment. The sleeping pills are still strong for the body despite them being smaller than the pinky finger.

The pills gave you another strange dream like the rest. Which you never have any, to begin with. Lots of them have to do with rooms. Ones you are familiar with in real life. Even so, there is a different feel to them as if the rooms their selves are in another realm of reality.

You begin to see the light. Opening eyes wide open the room is bright. The restroom is on fire. You are not bothered by this in the slightest bit. No harm or burns was made when making contact with an extended hand reaching out to the flames on the shower curtain. None as they flicker and dance glowing the room in a warm yellow to red-orange hues. The cold surface in the bottom of the tub warms close to body heat.

This only led you to wake to stare at the white painted door on the left. In a dimly lit room. The same colors of your dream instantly caught the eyes' attention that follows to the source. And it is indeed Grillby. Who is sitting on the far edge of the corner with his back facing? You also felt the soft fabric on top and below sandwiching you.

The hints and clues show that you are in his house. Not wanting to speak to him you pretend to sleep longer. That is when regret begins to grow within you. It hurts, the pain this emotion is giving. So much so you stood up quickly startling Grillby.

He was about to speak although he was cut off by a tight hug. He sighed returning the hug knowing that no hard feelings were made in the process of your current relationship. But that doesn't refrain or made him forget to give you an ear full of nagging, scolding, and agreements.

Both of you discuss the lack of communication and how both parties must be on the same level of understanding. Everything has gone in your side favor. It still does not mean internal issues will not happen. Leaving you back to a pouty mood, but relief and happiness are not out of the picture.