Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 18 : Sick

There was something that made human children prettier than monster children and Grillby couldn't really put his finger on what it was. Maybe it was the size.

Yeah that was probably it. An adult human was so small as it was. The little human singer upstairs would no doubt be a smash hit with Grillby's more...knowing and wealthier customers and Grillby imagined the major reason why his private customers will willingly and uncaringly throw any amount of money at him just to...taste her was because of her doll-like appearance and petite body type. His rich clients who knew the other...services Grillby offered at his bar were men and women of quality and status and while experiencing something exotic and unknown would be a factor there was a more common and simpler reason why Frisk will be the top seller out of all his employees: his rich customers just LOVE to feel big. And what was smaller than a human?

Size matters, Grillby thought, a small amused smile tracing his lips as he leaned against the door, feeling the weight of Jim's back on the other side, and watched the little human continue her dazed exploration of the room. Not that there was much to see. It was just a barren room with newspaper under her cute little feet.

This human was the youngest one yet. The other children had been older and some were even mean. The oldest boy, the one who had been wrapped in an orange blanket and Jim's very first living delivery fought back. Viciously. He was small, only coming up just barely to the fire monster's waist and yet nearly overpowered Grillby by sheer force. The pretty thing didn't throw rabbit punches either. His attacks, mainly his punches, nearly shattered one of Grillby's kneecaps. Nasty mouth too. The fire monster could easily tell he was a street kid.

Jim and him learned an important lesson that day: up the drug dosage. Of course that didn't stop the lovely little girl with the dark blue blanket from biting him even with the heavy amount of drugs pumping through her veins. And then there was the adorable little fellow with the purple blanket who screamed for help. Now THAT annoyed Grillby more than the punches and biting. And then there was the sweetie with the light blue blanket who cried. That wasn't too bad. Made her eyes sparkle.

But if Grillby had to pick favorites it definitely would have been the boy with the green blanket. That little lovable guy was just the friendliest unaware drugged out puppy Grillby ever met. Smiles and sweet conversations to the very end.

They were all pretty and so was this newest one. Maybe the prettiest one yet. Pitch black hair that fell in perfect curls down past her shoulders and wide hazel eyes. A living doll.

Feeling his excitement build through his body temperature, Grillby took a step in the child's direction. The little girl didn't move but her eyes did squint. The fire monster knew it wasn't any sort of defensive stance on her part. The room was slightly dark and his body really was the only source of light in the room. And he was just a little too bright for her eyes.

He winced feeling guilty about hurting her eyes and tried to lower the brightness of his body. Even though it was only a slight displeasure on her part, Grillby really didn't like the children to feel any pain. In fact when that little orange fighter boy started to attack, Grillby merely restraint him until the little guy had calmed down enough so Grillby could start.

"Where's mommy?" the little girl muttered her voice slurred and heavy sounding like her mouth was full of hard candies.

Grillby shushed her, kneeling down to her level. Lowering his body temperature so he wouldn't burn her, Grillby started to pant heavily as he reached a hand out and lightly stroked her cheek. Her skin was incredibly warm, soft and pudgy. The type of skin only a child would have.