going to Grillby's

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Sans pov: Ever since the kid promised to never reset again everything was going good for everybody else of course.

I have kept so many secrets from them. I haven't told them about my depression or PTSD.

"*Sigh* I need to clear my mind, I need to talk to someone, I need to talk to him"

I got out of bed and yelled down stairs. "Paps I'm going to Grillby's"

And in a flash I was standing outside the bar.

Grillby pov: as I heard the sound of a bell ring. I made my way to the front of the store

I smiled as I saw a familiar face, he comes in every day with the same  cute smile. A short skeleton named Sans.

The regular, I say. "You know me grillbz"

I go to the back and bring in a bottle of ketchup, (probably not healthy, but who the hell cares).

I set it on the counter next to him, as he gives me a wink "thanks grillbz".

I blush a light blue, as he laughs at me."so we're having a party to celebrate the day we got to the surface, want to come" he says.

Of course, I say

"I'm warning you things might get a little hot at the party, so be prepared" he jokes.

"I gtg paps gets really heated up with out a bed time story".

Bye, I wave

Gosh I love him. He's so sweet, I just gotta tell him how I feel.

Maybe I'll tell him at the party.

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