The Gods Must Be Joking (Grillby X Reader)
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Last published Fri, Oct 6, 2017
"I still remember that day."
How gastly of them to turn you away on such a dire moment without any consideration. You played your part well and served them obediently through thick and thin they were your mentors, it was alright for them to order you around but this, this is just too much.
➸Immortal/Post-Pacifist AU
➸Angst, Death, Self-hurt & Gore
➸Slight Sans x Reader
➸Veteran!Grillby
➸Gender-Neutral Reader
《Cover by the awesome PhoenixKatana》
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