𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬 (sans x frisk)

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Frisk felt a sudden nausea coming up to her.
The whole teleportation thing really isn't something she would enjoy.
Good thing she haven't really filled anything in her stomach to make her throw up.

Sans let go off her hand making her fall to the snow,
Frisk shot a glare at him
but he didn't seems to notice.
He storms inside the restaurant leaving her outside
*talk about making a good first impression*
frisk stands up brushing off the cold
snow from the dress Feeling agitated.
The warm light from the inside make her considered it to somewhat.....welcoming.
But shrug it off as soon as possible.....
She have to remember that this place wants her dead, nothing else.

She walk slowly infront of the door and gently turn the knob, the hard wooden door is now opened revealing some other monsters eating and drinking
Talking to each other like how
normal humans would do.....just..much happier
but when frisk step inside..
Everything went quiet.....the happy faces that she saw turns into a grimace and sneers
There's whispers everywhere.....talks here and there..
Eyes watching her like an eagle at bay.
She gulps, swallowing down the saliva
Closing the door as it makes the bell rings in such a sweet tone, too bad it was put in this particular place
And of course it attracts attention...and frisk isn't liking it.
She walks slowly towards the bar as she sat on the chair....wondering where sans is...
It's funny indeed....one moment she want him to disappear out of her sight...but now...she feels like she need him.....what a sad comedy her life is.
Infront of her was a monster that was...made of....fire?...
Blue flames....
He seems to be cleaning the glass staring down at frisk.......he didn't seems bothered but not comfortable either.

"Could i get you anything?" He finally says making frisk startled......she didn't know how to react
She didn't know what to say or what to do
She just simply stare at him weirdly....
Yep....she just killed the whole mood..again.
"U-um...what would..you.....recommend?" She croak
Her voice sounds raspy and low making her squeak like a little bird being stomped at.
He stares at frisk for a moment and pauses on what he's doing
Now she feels like an immigrant
trying to fit in but fail.
She gave a helpless smile towards him that says
Please help me kind sir im not from around here.
And the fire monster seems to just understand her,
And that amazed frisk.......he handed her a menu list
She knows deep in her skin that the food is EDIBLE
There's fries, burgers, fish and chips, pancakes, waffle, cheese cake with strawberry on top, liquors like wine, champagne, whiskey, tequila, gin and frisk could go on and on and on
Her stomach rumbles from imagining the food
And the smells from the kitchen makes it even harder to resist.
"One pancake and cheese cake with strawberry on top with some fries and a cup of coffee please" she says quickly and smiles widely towards the the monster
He gave her a look that says
You are very hungry
And well...he's right,
writing down her order, he nods and goes back to the kitchen.
Well...that went well, didn't even care if she even have a money or not she just simply want something to fill her empty tummy with something...that is not a pie......frisk shivers from the memories she had a while ago.....she has been through a lot..
A great services and food will surely make it up to her.
Grillby came back with the cheese cake on his hand placing it down on the table as he handed frisk the napkin and small fork
"Thank you..uh...i never really get your name...."
and now she looks and sound like a really rude lady who never been taught what manner is...
Her face is now crimson red, ashamed and embarrassed, but he didn't really give her any looks or emotion instead he just show her his name tag
Grillby
"Grillby!...yeah...thankyou very much" she crook a smile and he simply nod and goes back to the kitchen.....sans is nowhere to be seen and frisk is concerned about it....how does one didn't even notice when his victim is clearly not beside him anymore..
Just....wow.
Frisk quickly shrug all of her thoughts away and jab the fork on the soft sponge cake