Shy W.D. Gaster x Vixxie

Ch. 1

Hello my name is Vixxie. I am a hybrid skeleton...part angel, fox, and skeleton! Amazing right? Heh, I live alone...the surface is quite pretty but it gets rather boring and dull without anyone to talk too.

Right now I'm in my bedroom getting dressed. I put on a light grey t-neck sweater and a black pair of jeans...my feet are bare since I am part fox and my feet are especially used to the rough ground, even the coldest snow doesn't bother my feet.

Unless they're tickled...my feet are pretty ticklish for some reason despite how tough they are. Could be cause they're so surprisingly soft....? It's hard to tell.

I throw on my dark blue scarf and my long black hoodie jacket on, head outside and take a walk around town keeping my wings tucked snuggly in my jacket to keep warm from the cold snowy day.

It's winter on the surface and boy is it cold. Even though I am a skeleton my ears, tail and wings are the only things that can get frostbite making me shiver.

I then spotted a new place called Grillby's. It looked inviting so I went in....I was surprised to see so many monsters. I wish I found this place sooner...I'm sure to make at least one friend here.

I have nothing against humans but they have a tendency to judge us monsters and me being a hybrid I get the worst of judgment....although I do see humans here too so there not all bad.

I walk up to the counter and have a seat next to a snoring little blue hoodie on my left. They're surrounded by ketchup bottles... and appear to be asleep.

My magic 'stomach' growled at me...A elemental fire monster comes from behind a door on the other side of the counter and smiles at me.

"What can I get you??" He asked as he cleans a cup with a white rag. I ordered some fries and a burger, he nods with a smile and glanced at the sleeping hoodie next to me, shaking his head then leaves... I wait for my food.

"Zzzz *Snore* zzzzz...." I giggled as the little hoodie snores on. I suppose he is drunk from the ketchup....after all if I can get drunk off of honey then another monster can certainly get drunk drinking another condiment.

I learned that in my early teens. I am pretty old myself...56 and still being mistaken for a 20 something year old. Heh, it's actually pretty amusing...

The elemental fire monster returns with my food and then glanced at the little hoodie again...he sighed and taps their shoulder.

"Zzzz....zzzzzzzz.....Mmmm." The little hoodie nearly falls off his seat. I catch him using my tail before he falls backwards in his seat. "Nice catch" Says the elemental fire monster as he helps get the little hoodie back in his seat. That's when I realize he is a small skeleton...

"Come on Sans! Can't have ya passing out again...wake up!!" He says. The small skeleton 'Sans' is one heavy sleeper I must say. I keep him from falling by holding him up with my tail...

"Sans! Do I have to call your brother again to come and take ya home? Ya know he doesn't like it when ya get drunk..." He told Sans.

"Zzzzz *Snore* ....Hmm?" Sans seemed to be waking up. He glanced at me and smiled...I grinned as I ate. Sans sat up....

"Sorry Grillbz...must have drifted off for a second there. Heh heh..." Sans was very quiet but he seemed sober enough. I figured the elemental fire monster was the owner of the place since his name was Grillby... I smiled and looked around. I had almost forgotten that my tail was still holding Sans up....He seemed awake and looked like he was holding himself up so I moved my tail away.

He glanced at me then my tail with a grin. "Heya, I'm Sans, Sans the skeleton..." He said introducing himself with his hand out to shake mine.

I gripped his hand—

*Ppppppttttttttttthhhhhh*

His hand farted and the whole room was filled with laughter. The oldest prank in the book the whoopee cushion in the hand trick. I snorted at his little joke...as he smiled.

"Heh heh, the old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. Classic." I said. "Yep, if my name ain't Classic Sans then it ain't punny, heh heh" he said with a big smile.

I giggled.

"I'm Vixxie....it's nice to meet ya, Sans." I said, my tail wagged rapidly. He smiled...

—Few drinks later—

Me and Sans were throwing puns left and right as he drank more ketchup...I had one bottle of honey so I wouldn't get drunk like Sans.

*Sans singing gibberish*

Sans wasn't making any sense now... I told him not to drink that last ten bottles of ketchup.