Sans is a regular at Grillby's. He goes there all the time, nearly every day. He goes there so often that he and the owner, Grillby, have become like best friends. They chat, Grillby brings him home when he's drunk whenever Papyrus is unavailable, and pester each other a lot, just for shits and giggles. But both of them have stronger feelings that they're afraid to tell the other about, scared it could ruin their friendship that they had built so strongly over the years. This book will contain other ships of mine. If that's a problem, the door is right over there. (points) Dear god, why does every single Sansby fanfic have a fire pun in the name... Credit to @TheReturnOfTurtle for the drunk bun's name and the Skelebros' full names.

Quiet and harmless Grillby is fed up with seeing days go by without Sans paying the tab. Either he's too lazy to pay for it, or he always forgets to bring the cash like he says. So Grillby will have to remind him by telling him verbally... Or physically. It could be one way or the other. (warning: contains graphic smut. Read at your own risk.)

I didn't make the art. Idk who did, but credit to them.

Dark... Darker... Yet Darker... But... there was a time when the labs weren't a haunted place for the forgotten. There was a time of life and energy. Love and compassion. Passion and hard work. Trapped in an endless cycle of right versus wrong, things end up getting a little... out of hand.