Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 33: Shooting the Breeze

"-and then it looked like he was going to attack me!" Mettaton finished, his voice rising dramatically, almost cracking with emotion as he took an uncharacteristically large gulp from his very pink drink before daintily putting it back.

Grillby raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as Mettaton moaned loudly and covered his eyes with one of his hands, almost as though the very experience had traumatized and continued to haunt the popular radio host.  He tried not to roll his eyes at the robot's overdramatic performance.

"It was simply... one of the worst moments of my life.  Seeing somebody look at me with such disdain and hatred, especially when I took that particular somebody in after they stole from me.  The very nerve!" With that statement, Mettaton's phony overplayed look of despair turn to one of haughty annoyance and he crossed both sets up arms and looked up towards the ceiling with his nose in the air. 

"All I can say that my employee is very, very, very lucky he works for somebody as forgiving as me and not a hard boss like Asgore.  OH-," Mettaton shuddered, but he did it with a twisted smile on his face. "-darling Burgerpants would be nothing but a pile of ashes even before his claws came out if he tried that with Asgore."

At the mention of the don, Grillby turned slightly to peek at the door behind his bar.  It had been an hour since Grillby had slipped that magic restraint collar on Sans' neck and left him tied up with the Don and his smelly fish lackey. Since then, nobody had come up to the first level of the bar. 

If he didn't find Sans Gaster to be just as pathetic as that feline (well maybe not THAT pathetic) he might have felt sorry for his best customer from SNOWDIN, but... three thousand gold coins to keep Sans in the basement of his bar, collared and gag until his eventual death, was a nice compensation for what his brutish brother had done to him. 

The whole situation was pretty humorous if Grillby said so himself.  The Don had been sending his little spies to his SNOWDIN bar for years to find out anything they could about the bastard Gaster family and none of them could get anything out of Sans in his worst drunken state.  And Grillby watched the Don's spies try hard too. Most of them tried to be best buddies with him, and Grillby recalled an incident where Sans had nearly destroyed a fellow's face with his ringed hand as the guy had tried to put his arm around Sans' shoulders.

Oh yes, all of the Don's spies came back empty-handed ...well, all except for Muffet, who hadn't returned at all.  Before that bastard nearly killed him and destroyed his bar, and after so many failed attempts to cozy up to Sans, Muffet had told him she was gonna try to kill the head asshole and get that huge gold reward that she knew the Don would give her.  Grillby didn't have to wonder too hard to know how that plan had gone.

Who would have known that after years of failed attempts, that fuckup Sans would be the one stumbling into their territory as the easiest target in the world?  Definitely not Don Dreemurr, that was for sure.

Now, the question was why in hell would Sans venture into HOTLAND?  Granted he was drunk out of his mind, but Grillby had seen him in much worse states than he'd been tonight, and never once during any of those times did he try anything as dangerous or stupid as this stunt. 

Oh well... the Don would figure that answer out soon enough along with why Wingdings Gaster had set up shop in SURFACE CITY.  Of course, Don Dreemurr still wanted Jim asking questions in the human city. Jim had connections to people who worked for the human Don (or so he claimed) and after finding out he wasn't gonna be needed for the night, Grillby'd sent the human home right after Asgore gruffly ordered him to "find out what part of city Gasters had a hold of and why." 

It was finally happening, though it took a lot longer than Grillby had thought.  The Gaster Brothers' little kingdom would soon be crumbling and they would become dust along with the rubble. The thought made him smile.  Wingdings Gaster thought he was so untouchable. Watching everything he owned or gained in that gang war all those years ago burn was gonna be a treat for Grillby.