Our Secret Garden. A Frans Story.

Bar fight.

Sans.

Frisk stood up.

"I'm going to use the restroom real quick." And she walked away.

As soon as the bathroom door shut I stood up and used my blue magic to throw Grillby into the wall. My eye was aflame as I drew the fire monster closer to my face so that I could stare into his eyes.

"What the hell was that stunt that you pulled?" My voice was a low growl as I awaited his response.

"I know you like her, relax." I was surprised and released him. He straightened up and faced me.

"I was trying to get you to make a move."

I immediately felt shame for harming my closest friend and looked away.

Then Kitten came out of the restroom and sat back down next to me. I smiled at her softly, and she returned the smile.

Grillby smiled softly at the sight of us together and went to the kitchen to make our food.

Kitten was oblivious to what happened. And I wanted it to stay that way. I pet her head gently.

Her hair was soft and silky, but filled with knots and tangles.

"When was the last time ya brushed your hair, sweetheart?"

She looked up at me with those giant eyes that I loved so much, and tilted her head in thought.

"Uhhhhh... a week ago. Why?"

I was fairly surprised at this. Tori would have cleaned her up.

"It's all tangled." She ran her fingers through her hair.

"Oh. Gimme a sec." she used her tiny little hands to brush through her hair and undo the knots.

Meanwhile, Grillby came out with our orders. I took them and thanked him.

"Tab, I'm assuming?" I nodded and the more monster sighed.