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Underfell: File Name not Edgy Enough #13

Chapter 13: Pussycat WARNING: I WANT NO RESPONSIBILITY OVER SPOILING THINGS FOR OTHERS. THAT BEING SAID, THIS IS HOW FILE NAME NOT FOUND WOULD FUNCTION IN THE AU OF UNDERFELL. BEFORE YOU READ THIS, UNLIKE THE NICE TIME OF UNDERTALE, THIS WORLD IS KILL OR BE KILLED. THIS STORY WILL BE GRAPHIC, GORY, USE SWEARS LIKE NOBODY'S BUSINESS, AND DEAL WITH SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTERS. FOR EXAMPLE, THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE READ THE FILE NAME RELOCATED SPOOF WILL KNOW HOW I PICTURE THIS VERSION OF LYNSIE COMING TO THE UNDERGROUND. IT IS NOT AN ACCIDENT. IT IS NOT BECAUSE OF SOMETHING DUMB. IT IS BECAUSE SHE CHOOSES TO END HER LIFE. SO TAKE THIS WITH A GRAIN OF SALT. I MADE IT BECAUSE I NEEDED TO LET SOME OF THIS EDGINESS OUT OF MYSELF. WHICH I GUESS MAKES UNDERFELL LYNSIE EVEN MORE TRUE TO WHO I REALLY AM. ANYWAY, ENJOY. ^_^ ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Papyrus woke from slumber feeling oddly satisfied. Not that he would admit it, but the human's sub-par meal was successful in filling him and not entirely leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He would admit it was better than anything his brother had attempted making. First was that god awful Mustard Pie. Then he burnt his try at a Hamburg Quiche. The final attempt was pathetic, Sans merely put a takeout menu on a plate with the message of "order whatever ya want". That one really annoyed him as not only was that a new low in laziness but Papyrus can't stand bad grammar, and his brother's use of slang pisses him off to no end. But now was not the time to dwell on the stupidity of his brother. Nope. It was yet another day and once more it was time to get ready for work. And if anything could be said about Papyrus, it was that he was a creature of habit that sticks to a strict routine. He wakes up extra early to steam clean and presses his Battle Body uniform, after all, he only has the one that he made himself. After that, a small morning workout and shower to really wake himself up. This was now how his mornings ended. He would normally make something to eat for the both of them, but that was the human's task now. He'd fetch her and his little pet will do as Master tells her. That much he at least found comforting. She wasn't the best pet, part of him really wanted her dead and out of his life, but at least she had her moments where he knew she'd obey without question. And when it came to breakfast, she was a bit more tolerable. First things first, it's time to make sure that no good sloth down the hall gets his ass up and ready to go. So the spotless proud badass struts his stuff over to his slimeball of a brother's door and ever so nicely pounded on the door hard enough to get attention without breaking it. "SANS! WAKE UP, YOU LAZY SHIT! YOU HAVE FIVE SECONDS TO OPEN THIS DOOR! ONE! TWO! THREE...!" The door opens but to Papyrus's surprise, the human is the one standing in his sights looking very tired. "*slight yawn* Morning, Papyrus. Sans is getting up...Slowly." His right eye twitches. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HIS ROOM?" She rubs her eyes wearily. "Must have nodded off. San and I were up for a good chunk of the night. *groan* God, my back is killing me..." It doesn't take much to set off the short fuse that Papyrus has. And that less than subtle bit was enough to do it. In seconds, he has her by the throat and slammed onto the bedroom floor. "YOU FILTHY WHORE! HOW DARE YOU DEFILE MY BROTHER!" She winces and looks at him confused. "What are you talking about?" "DO NOT DENY IT! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD FOR THIS AND MOUNT IT OVER MY BED!" "pap, knock it off. it's too early for this crap and nothing happened anyway." Sans stretches himself out of bed, ignoring the seriousness as if this is as normal as it can be. Papyrus is far from convinced by his disheveled and possibly pleased brother. "DO YOU TAKE ME FOR A FOOL? THERE IS ONLY ONE REASON A FEMALE AND MALE SHARE A ROOM." Sans smirks cockily. "oh yeah? and what exactly is that, huh?" The always serious and unwavering Papyrus begins to falter in his cool. A slight blush reddening his cheekbones and his eyes shift a bit. "Y-YOU...YOU KNOW..." "no, pap, i don't. why not enlighten me on why this is so bad?" Sans, of course, knows the reason why Papyrus is having this little fit. After all, out of the two of them, Sans is the more social and people experienced. He's thrown himself into the dating pool before and, due to his family's reputation, came out rejected and soggy. So he finds this rather funny. The highly inexperienced Papyrus losing his shit over something like this. It's god damn hilarious to him. And it would be even funnier to see if Papyrus can even say the word "sex" without passing out like a prude. Papyrus on his end starts to sweat a little and his grip on the human weakens in nervousness. "UH...UM...WHEN A MALE AND A FEMALE..." Sans isn't able to hold in his amusement in and laughs out loud. "oh my god...hehehe...this is just too rich." Papyrus growls all flustered. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY, SANS!" "i disagree." "May I interject here?" Papyrus glares at her but seeing as Sans isn't in a helping mood maybe she won't be a bitch about this. "SPEAK, HUMAN." "I can see where you probably got the wrong idea from all this. But for real, nothing happened with me and your bro. All we did was talk." "THEN WHY WOULD YOUR BACK HURT IF ALL YOU DID WAS 'TALK'?" "she slept on the floor." "Technically, I passed out on the foot on the mattress and then rolled onto the floor." "oh, ya didn't roll. i pushed you off." "You dick!" "SO...THERE WERE NO ACTIONS DONE THAT WOULD BRING SHAME TO OUR FAMILY?" "*sigh* no, pap. nothing happened." "Okay, for one, ouch. I know I'm no prize but he could do way worse than me. And secondly, your bro is cool, but he's not random fuck cool." "the fuck does that mean? ya think you're too good for me?" "Never said that. I'm just not interested in bedroom antics. And if anything, you're too good for me." That caught Sans off guard, causing him to blush a tiny bit. Papyrus, however, takes offense to this. "EXCUSE ME? IF ANYONE AROUND HERE IS TOO GOOD FOR ANYONE, IT'S ME. I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS. I COMMAND RESPECT...RECOGNITION...AND BEST OF ALL...FEAR." "Got high standers, huh?" Sans scoffs. "there's an understatement." "AND WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO ME?" "bro, you've never been on a date in your entire life." "THAT'S BY CHOICE! IF I WANTED TO DATE THAN I WILL. I JUST HAVEN'T MET ANYONE WORTHY OF MY TIME. THAT'S ALL." "right...and it has nothing with that incident when we were kids." "YOU SWORE WE'D NEVER SPEAK OF THAT AGAIN!" "did i go into detail about what happened? no. so calm down, bro." "EITHER WAY, THAT THING HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. IF I DO DATE, AND ONE DAY I WILL, SO FUCK OFF...IF I DO CHOOSE TO DATE, I WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! PEOPLE WILL FLOCK TO BE WITH ME. BEGGING TO BE ON MY ARM AND FLAUNTED AS BELONGING TO ONE SUCH AS MYSELF. I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING AND BREATHE DEEP THE INTOXICATING AROMA OF ENDLESS AFFECTION. BUT THAT DAY WILL COME ONLY WHEN I FIND SOMEONE WORTHY. I REFUSE TO DEGRADE MYSELF BY LOWERING THE BAR AS YOU HAVE." Sans growls and opens his mouth to most likely say a very hurtful thing, but the human speaks first. "I do hate to interrupt because this is interesting as hell, but don't you both have work today?" Realization hits Papyrus and he lets her go while rushing downstairs. "you know he's going to yell for you to go down there and make breakfast." Sans remarks while looking through his dresser. "I know. Just letting my neck relax. Why does everyone keep grabbing me there?" She rubs her neck in soreness. "come here. i'll give it a look." She pulls off a reverse somersault and moves over to him. He snickers a moment and checks under her bandanna. "hmmm..." "The bruises going away or getting worse?" "the major marks are going away slowly. there's some minor irritation in the palm prints, probably from pap's grip. but i'd give it to the end of the day for it all to be gone." "It's still so weird. How did his strangling follow me out of the void?" "not a clue. i might be a smart guy, but shit that breaks the laws of reality or sense is beyond me." "Makes your brain grind it's gears too?" "yep." "HUMAN!" "called it." She sighs and stretches, a few bones pop in doing so which make Sans cringe. "Time to do another stereotypical woman chore. Hope eggs are still good on your menu." "heh...anything is better than morning pasta." She snickers and takes her leave of his room. "See you in a bit, Sansy-boy." Sans glares but lets her tease go. He really doesn't like her calling him that. But he as a limit on how many times he can take it before it gets under his metaphorical skin. He'd have to think of one to get back at her later, though the one Grillby came up with works pretty well. Maybe he can work with that. By the time Sans gets downstairs the hustle Papyrus had has slowed down thanks to food. Judging on his brother's plate, today's meal was eggs over easy with some french toast. The smell alone had him salivating. "smells good." That got her to smile. "Tastes good too. You like soft yokes?" He saw an opportunity and went for it. "that's one of the few things i like soft." It takes a moment before she giggles. "Oh wow...You cracked me good there." She hands him a plate and he takes it with a grin. "not hard to do with such a weak shell." "Careful now. You don't want to get stuck in a sticky situation." She offers syrup and he has a hard time not snickering. "now you're just eating up my time." "You know you like chewing the fat with me." Sans attempts to make another pun but the deep throaty rumble from the entryway shuts that down. "i'm...i'm just gonna go eat." "YES. YOU DO THAT, SANS." Papyrus comes into the kitchen and puts his dishes in the sink as Sans walks out. "WHILE STILL NOT ON MY LEVEL...I WILL SAY THIS DISH WAS ADEQUATE." "Glad to hear you were able to tolerate it." Papyrus smirks. "THAT. THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHAT I'D LIKE TO FIND IN A PARTNER." "What? Witty banter or blind obedience?" He scoffs and she snickers. "Okay...somewhat obedience depending on mood." "A BIT OF BOTH REALLY. THOUGH I'LL TAKE THE BLIND OBEDIENCE." "I knew you would say that." He pats her head roughly and it makes her bite her tongue as his phalanges pull her hair. "SUCH A SHAME, HUMAN. HAD FATE NOT BEEN SO CRUEL AS TO MAKE YOU INFERIOR, YOU MIGHT HAVE HAD 1% CHANCE OF GAINING MY ATTENTION." She playfully mock pouts. "Oh, how cruel this life of mine is. How wrong my birth was, as random as it might have been to house this weary soul, to be made human. Damn you powers that be for committing such a grievous sin as having me miss out on a potential rejection from the great and terrible Papyrus!" He slaps her in the back of the head and she laughs. "Too much?" "AS TRUE AS YOUR WORDS ARE, I AM NOT IN THE MOOD TO ENJOY YOU MAKING AN ASS OF YOURSELF. HEH...MAYBE WHEN I COME BACK." Papyrus turns to leave. "Master..." The very utterance of that word had him at a dead stop. "Am I really to be restrained while you're away? It would make doing my chores impossible." She's manipulating him with the truth. On the one hand, she does do things around the house. And on the other hand, he doesn't trust her as far as he can throw her. Maybe if there was a guard in place? Lord knows the flower isn't stopping her and she managed to get by Sans. No, he must handle this with a delicate touch. Whom could he trust with ensuring the human wouldn't run around town like an idiot or altering Undyne that there's a human in the Underground and losing his position in the Royal Guard? Maybe...Just maybe... "HUMAN...SANS FOUND YOU AT GRILLBY'S WHEN YOU DECIDED TO BE 'ADVENTUROUS', CORRECT?" She stops what she's doing and looks at him. "Yes." "AND UNDER GRILLBY'S ROOF, DID HE MAKE YOU STAY?" She looks at him funny. "He was a bit insistent. Why?" "AND HOW DID HE TREAT YOU?" "He was okay but kept annoying me with this pet name. So what?" "I SEE." "...I'm not sure I like how this is starting to sound." He begins to smile and she grows in concern. "What? What are you planning?" "HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO SPEND THE DAY WITH HIM?" "Why?" "what?!" Sans comes in and is not happy. "what sort of bullshit did i just hear?" "SINCE WE CAN NOT TRUST THE HUMAN TO STAY HOME AND NO ONE IS APPARENTLY KEEPING HER IN LINE BUT ME, I HAVE MADE THE CHOICE TO HAVE HER UNDER A MORE RELIABLE WATCHER." "so she gets to be at grillby's and that's fine. but if i do it, you bitch me out?" "Uh, better note, I don't need a babysitter. I'm a grown woman." "A GROWN WOMAN THAT DOESN'T LIKE TO LISTEN. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU ROAM FREELY LIKE YOU OWN THE UNDERGROUND. AND SINCE YOU ARE A CRAFTY LITTLE CREATURE THAT DOESN'T WANT ME TO BEAT YOU TO A BLOODY PULP, I'M OFFERING A GENEROUS ALTERNATIVE. I RECOMMEND YOU ACCEPT IT." "But...But the housework?" "IT CAN WAIT. NOW FIX SOMETHING FOR YOURSELF AND FLOWER. WE'LL BE LEAVING IN THREE MINUTES." She growls in annoyance. "BE PISSY ALL YOU WANT. IT'S HAPPENING WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT." "are you sure this is a good idea, bro?" "OF COURSE IT IS. ALL MY IDEAS ARE GREAT. OUR PET IS A TROUBLEMAKER AT HOME, BUT SHE ISN'T AS STUPID AS SHE SEEMS. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, HUMAN? YOU KNOW BETTER THAN TO CAUSE PROBLEMS IN PUBLIC. DON'T YOU, PET? YOU WOULDN'T RISK DRAWING ATTENTION TO YOURSELF. CAN'T GET BACK TO MOMMY IF THE TOWN GANGS UP ON YOU." Her growling softens and she folds her arms. "You've backed me into a corner, sir. I have no moves left. And I hate it." Papyrus laughs in triumph and Sans shakes his head. The human begrudging sets two more plates and serves a nervous Flowey before muttering curses as she eats. There isn't much resistance after that, though the human was reluctant and moving so slow that Papyrus had to drag her the rest of the way. Once at the bar belonging to the fire elemental, Papyrus explains the situation as discreetly as possible to the amused bar owner and Sans had to squeeze extra hard on that stress ball in his pocket to ignore the creepy look the monster behind the bar was giving the slumped over human hiding in a booth. With that done, the skeletons left me here and here I've remained seated for the last hour or so. I don't mind being here, not at all. The part I'm annoyed by was that Papyrus MADE me come here. I planned on doing the chores quickly and then napping before cooking. Now I'll have to rush shit when they bring me back to their place. Shit...I gotta call mom before she wigs out. Man, I really need to get a better phone. Texting would make this less embarrassing in public. [RING] "Hello?" "Morning, mom." A loud excited sound of glee shatters my eardrum and gets attention in the bar. "My child! I am so happy to hear your voice." "Glad to hear that...mostly because it means I haven't gone deaf." "My apologies. I have just been worried sick. You did not call last night." I slap my face. "I knew something was bugging me for a reason. I am so sorry, Nanny. It slipped my mind." "What could have possibly distracted you?" "I was just up all night with Sans..." I can hear her phone crunch a bit in her grip. "I had another nightmare. And we just talked to get it off my mind. Making dumb jokes and puns. It helped." The crunching stops and I start to notice a shadow hovering behind me that is casting a faint glow. "Do you wish to talk about it, my child?" "Maybe some other time. Preferably when there isn't someone listening in." I look back at the smirking flame-man leaning in over me. "Are those boy's being rude?" "No, they're at work. This is another mischief maker." He moves his head closer and invades my personal space. "*whisper* Calling mommy, pussycat? That's so sweet." I want to slap him and hide under the table at the same time. "Mom, I got to go. I'll check back later when I'm alone." "Very well. I shall call you at supper time." "Sounds like a plan. Take care, Nanny. *mutter* I love you." "Awww...!" I close the phone before I hear Toriel's reply and I glare at Grillby hard. "Dude, what the hell?" He merely smiles and moves to sit in the booth seat across from me. "You seem to be in a good. Such a nice girl you are to call your mom and let her know you're okay." I'm not in a playful mood right now to deal with him. "Shouldn't you be behind the bar?" He chuckles a little. "I have the right to take a break when I want. Besides, surely you would like some company." I stare at him blankly. "Don't tell me you're that mad? It's not like I heard anything. I merely was playing with you." I fold my arms and rest my head on the table. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just not in a good mood." "Can I interest you in another burger?" "As good as it was, I would prefer to be able to remember things. Thank you." He gets quiet for a moment before tapping on the table to get my attention. "How about a drink? Free of charge." I eye him. "What? What's with that look?" "Nothing is ever free. There is always a price. So what is it you want?" He frowns a little. "You wound me, pussycat. I am just trying to be friendly. Did I do something wrong to you last time?" "...No." "Then would you be willing to come to the bar and keep me company? I assure you, that mood of yours will turn around if you do." I really don't want to leave my booth. I'm not a sociable person when like this and I'd rather be left alone. But Grillby is very charming and when he puts his hand over one of mine, it makes it difficult to really tell him to piss off. "Come on...I'll make it worth your while." I fight the smile coming to my face so that it only comes out as a smirk. "You can try, my friend." Still holding my hand, he pulls us from our seats at the booth and he gets us to the bar. He, of course, takes his rightful place behind it while I rest on a familiar stool. When he returns to his post, Grillby begins receiving orders from other patrons and he decides to be a cheeky bugger by showing off his skills in the art of flair bartending. Flair bartending is the practice of bartenders entertaining guests, clientele or audiences with the manipulation of bar tools such as cocktail shakers and liquor bottles in tricky, dazzling ways. Used occasionally in cocktail bars, the action requires skills commonly associated with jugglers. He starts off with some simple baby moves, the basics really. When getting ready to put ice in a glass, he throws several ice cubes in the air and then catches them in the glass. Then grabbing bottles by the neck, he flips them 360° degrees in front of him and catches it by the neck or body before beginning to pour. He then tries something a bit more advanced as he continues. He takes another bottle by the neck and throws it like he did the with the basic flip. But instead of catching the bottle, he has it land in his palm. He gains much applause for this yet he isn't done. With another bottle he lays it flat in his palm, then using his fingers to spin it in full circles a couple times, he makes waving motions to make it pour out only when the neck points at the glass. And as a cool finishing touch, he snaps his fingers to cause the drinks to come alive with a fiery top that needs to be blown out to drink properly. He's really good. "So, pussycat...How's that bad mood now?" "Heh...You make it hard to keep a frown, that much is true. Though, please, quit calling me that name." "What name?" "I'm not going to say it." "Say what?" "...I will smack you." "God, you're so cute when you get feisty." I glare at him but all he does is smile. "You get off on this way too much." "Maybe. But it's only because you make it so much fun." I so want to wipe that smile off him. "By the way, since you fixed the jukebox, I looked over what was inside and found a little gem that I think suits you perfectly." I sense a setup. "Why don't you give it a listen?" "...If this is a ploy to play a messed up song or porn music, you sir, will not like me...unless it's funny." "Trust me. It's none of those things." I eye him still as I go over to the jukebox. "What's the setlist?" "It's the first one. I made it easy for you." I hit the button and the track begins to play. Upon hearing that first blaring note, I recognize this song and smack my face for falling for this. [What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones begins to play] "Oh, you cheeky fartknocker..." He laughs and I sit back down. "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" "I hate you so much right now." "You know you love me." "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, I've got flowers. And lots of hours. To spend with you. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat nose!♫" "Hey, I find this song offensive!" Shouts a dog from the other end of the bar. Grillby responds with the threat of being hosed with water. "Fuck off, I worked hard on this bit. If you don't like it, then leave." The dog grumbles and drowns its snout in its mug of beer. "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" I hide in my hands and pray to become invisible, all the while Grillby can't get enough of this. "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, you're so thrilling. And I'm so willing. To care for you. So go and make up your cute little pussycat eyes! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat eyes!♫" "Come on, pussycat. It's not that bad." "I don't know which I want to do more. Kick your ass or applaud you." "♪What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What's new, Pussycat? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...!♫" "When is this over?" "Relax. It's only a two-minute long song." "Longest two minutes of my life." "♪Pussycat, Pussycat, you're delicious. And if my wishes. Can all come true. I'll soon be kissing your sweet little pussycat lips! Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you. Yes, I do! You and your pussycat lips! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!) You and your pussycat eyes! (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!) You and your pussycat...nose!♫" The song fades out and I stare at the smirking man of fire before me. "Well? Did I pick your tune or what?" I feel on the verge of some emotion, but whether it's good or bad I can't tell yet. "Um...You okay?" "...Let me have a drink and I'll let you know." "Alright. What'll it be?" "Just ice water." Now he's the one eyeing me as he does as requested. He hands me the glass and I drink deep of it, half is gone by the time I set it down. "So...?" I take a slow inhale through the nose and calmly exhale the same way. "Grillby, my dude..." "Yes?" I suddenly yank him by the tie and pull him down to me. "You are so lucky I like you, ya flaming dork." He blinks a few times then grins. "You got me again, pussycat." "You make it easy, sir." I let him go and take my glass again. "And my name is Lynsie." I drink in smug satisfaction as he readjusts his glasses. "Whatever you say..." He pokes my nose. "Pussycat." I mock purr and it gets him to flair a slight blush. "That's checkmate, flame-boy." "Oh, pussycat...I have yet begun to play with you." I smirk. "Bring it on. But first...A refill, please? And maybe a basket of those onion rings." [Ten minutes, two baskets of beer-battered onion rings, and a very tall glass of spiked fruit punch later] [What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones begins to play for the fifth time in a row] "See, hotness...here's the thing about when 'What's new pussycat' plays over and over and over and over and over again." I'm in a giddy mood and been cracking Grillby up since my blood alcohol level went higher than zero. "Do tell, pussycat." "Okay...The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not 'Hey! Someone's playing Whats's new pussycat again'. No. It's 'Hey...What's new pussycat is a lot LONGER than I first thought...and it has like...a dip in the middle'. You know how some songs have a dip? Where it dips out and you think it's over, but then it suddenly kicks up again?" "Sounds familiar." "Then you get where I'm going. So...The third time it plays, your thinking 'Maybe someone's playing What's New Pussycat again'. The FOURTH time it plays your thinking...'WOAH! Someone just played What's new pussycat FOUR times!'. Or at least...'Someone played it twice, but its really long song.'." The bar itself is not in a good mood even if Grillby and I are. The song is getting on people's nerves. MOST people have gotten wind as to what's going on. The silly drunk girl can't hold her liquor and is acting a fool. And management is getting his kicks out of it too, so they know Grillby won't stop me. Which, for one patron, is really shitty. A butt-ugly fish monster sits at the far left end of the bar, a glass of scotch shaking in his hand and there's this look on his face like he just got his thirty-day chip from anger management. And he's staring hard into the glass to keep calm. "Now...The FIFTH time is the kicker." "You mean this one?" "Yeah. Just look around for a moment." Now we're watching the entire bar at this point and the fifth play fades out. It's dead quiet. There is thick anticipation that it was the last play or a different song will come on instead. And then, I don't know if you know this, but the song begins very suddenly with a very loud blaring sound. "♪What's new, Pussycat?...♫" "GOOOOODDAMMIT!" The guy loses it. He pounds on the table and flings his glass at the jukebox. It's a fantastic reaction! But one that earns him the wrath Grillby, who allows the guy to stay if he pays a fee. After all, nearly ten minutes of the same song can drive people crazy. And that's understandable. Even to me in my dizzy state of mind. Which is why I did something evil. When I was first up at the jukebox and punching in the "What's new pussycat"s, I punched in about six and added one "It's not unusual"...then more pussycats. So after six "What's new pussycat"s in a row...suddenly... [It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones begins to play] "♪It's not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not unusual to have fun with anyone. But when I see you hanging about with anyone. It's not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die.♫" Sighs of relief sweep through the bar. People are ECSTATIC! It was like the liberation of Monsters from the Underground. So much joy unleashed by one little action. "♪It's not unusual to go out at any time. But when I see you out and about it's such a crime. If you should ever wanna be loved by anyone. It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say. You'll find it happens all the time. Love will never do. What you want it to. Why can't this crazy love be mine?♫" Someone somewhere must have once wondered..."Can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones'-It's not unusual"? And the answer is...YES. You can. As long as it's proceeded by a bunch of "What's New Pussycat"s. "♪It's not unusual to be mad with anyone. It's not unusual to be sad with anyone. But if I ever find that you've changed at any time. It's not unusual to find out I'm in love with you. Whoa, whoa, whoa...♫" Ah, how the joy on those normally depressed faces is something to behold. And oh how evil I am in giggling of the soon to be made rage. The song fades out...it's dead quiet...and then... "♪What's new, Pussycat?...♫" The bar goes fucking insane! No one could handle it! Not one soul. I, myself, end up laughing so hard that I fall off the stool and hit my head on the foot bar, still laughing. And it didn't help that Grillby was indifferent, snickering to himself finding the chaos hilarious. It doesn't last very long though. Someone unplugs the jukebox and restores the peace once more. Probably for the best, I had six more pussycats's lined up to play. Had that been allowed to happen a riot might have started. No one needs that. "You okay, pussycat?" I settle down and climb back onto my stool, all be it a bit a tad shakily. "I'm fine...Though I got a question...Were you always red?" "No, dear. You just have some blood over your eyes." "Oh...Grillby...I feel sleepy..." "Okay, no more punch for you." Grillby uses a washcloth to wipe away the blood trickling down my face and, upon locating the open gash, seals it with some lite cauterization using his magic. That probably would've hurt if I could feel pain right now. "Pussycat, tell me how many fingers you see." I try to focus on his hand and it's a little hard. "Ummm...Is it four?" He sighs in relief. "Good. You're not too messed up. Thought you had a concussion." "So...Is it cool to nap for a little bit?" "Only after you drink this whole glass of water." He puts a glass in front of me and drops two tablets into it that makes the water he pours in churn. "Why is it bubbling? I don't like seltzer water." "The bubbles will help you sober up. We can't have you hurting yourself, can we? Plus, I don't want your housemates getting on my case about any of this." "Okay." My initial grasp of the glass is flimsy, but messed brains will do that, yet I get it and begin drinking. "You wanna know something, hunky hot-man..." "What's that, pussycat?" "You are an amazing person. You live in his cold place and open this bar to every sad face willing to cast aside their mean spirits for spirits of another kind. You put up with a lot of nonsense, a good bit came from me today, and I'm sorry about that." He seems shocked by my words as I pause to drink. "Where is all this coming from?" "I'm not done. You have been nothing but nice to me. And doing that isn't easy in this world we live in. Since meeting you, you've shown me more kindness than I got from my own family, and this is only our second meeting. Heh, how pathetic is that? I fell into the Underground trying to die, only to end up wanting to live because of the few that showed me any decency. And for that, I give you my thanks." He and a few in earshot stop doing what they're doing as my sad tone is far from the sweet they know. "Pussycat?" I guzzle down the rest of the glass and sigh. "I don't know if it was the punch or I'm just in a weird mood. I'm probably making things awkward. No one wants to hear someone ramble about lame junk when at a bar. This is a place people go to forget things. I know I've got a lot I want to forget. Like the three or four times I ran away from home but never had a plan and always had the cops take me back. Or the time I cussed out my grandma because I thought she lost my dog when it turned out my mom had dumped the pup at a shelter and told me it escaped. Or the suicide attempts..." "Attempts?" "Oh yeah, there was more than one. Hard to believe, but I'm a very sad person. No, that's being too nice. Depressed is more accurate. 90% of the smiles you see me do are fake. Just part of the mask I wear to hide how truly miserable I really am." I put my head on the bar before I talk myself into crying. "God, I hate myself. I'm a sad pathetic mess." The feel of Grillby's hand petting my head gets to me. "Shhhhh...No more talk, pussycat. Take it easy and sleep this off. You'll feel better soon." "Why are you so kind to me? Don't you gain more if I sink deeper into this pit of despair?" Hinting at if I die, be it by someone else or I kill myself, they all get the last soul needed to be free. "Call me selfish. But I'd rather have you alive and here then deal with the unknowns of someplace I've never been." I don't know if he's being true or merely pitying me, but I like the things he says. He makes me smile. "And if you were gone, I'd have no one to play with. You don't want to leave me all alone, do you, pussycat?" I sit up straight and rub my wet eyes. "No, I don't want to do that. Thank you, Grillz." "Think nothing of it." "No...No, you deserve a little something special for putting up with me." "Really, you don't have to do..." I don't let him finish. While he speaks, I stand on the stool brace pegs and grab him, pulling him into a full-on smash face kiss. The bar is shocked. Drinks fall from hands and jaws hit the floor. Grillby himself is wide-eyed with disheveled glasses and his hair of flames burns bright as it grows upwards. I know I'm not the best kisser, only did it once and I don't count stupid kid shit, so I let this last as long as the point I want to be made. Though when I start to pull away, I swear he moves closer to prevent the contact from ceasing, but I fall back on my stool so who really knows. "That, my fine fiery fellow, is your reward and yours alone. My first kiss. Take good care of it, Hottie." Not sure if the drinks are getting to me or the heat from him did something, but my eyes lull back and my unconscious head hits the bar. Grillby, on his end, blinks with an uncertainty that such a thing even happened and fixes his glasses while his inferno of hair cools down to a less hazardous size. "Did...Did she really just do what I think just happened?" Red Bird, one of the few females that come to the bar and who sits near Ugly Fish, looks at him in a similar state of disbelief. "If you mean when she basically mouth raped you? Yeah, that happened." "Dude! You are so gonna get laid!" Punk Hamster chiming in with his two cents worth of remarks and raises his glass in cheer. "If you ask me, you can do better, Grillby. After all, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Don't take the first one that bites your hook. You get a lot more if you use a net if you know what I mean." Ugly Fish trying to give advice even though no one has ever seen him with anyone ever. "Leave the guy alone. One drunk kiss doesn't mean anything. You lot heard everything. She was out of it. No one is who they really are when shitfaced. And that girl was out of her mind." So speaks Big Mouth as he gobbles his platter of fried chicken. "I don't know about that...The way I see it, the drunker a person gets, the more honest they are. And by the way she was going, she couldn't have been more honest than had she ripped her soul out and handed it over to him. Whether or not the kiss was something based on any real feeling or just a tipsy spur of the moment thing, that's anyone guess. But hey, that's just this silly gal's opinion." Drunk Bun or Crazy Bun (depends on who's asking) is another female regular and a notorious flirt. She preys on new males and the extremely intoxicated, using them to get money or other things. She knows her craft well, so much of what she says carries weight to it when not being a naughty bitch. Though much of the males in the pub try disregarding her words while others defend them. For Grillby, all the chatter goes in one ear and out the other. While not having skin, he could still feel the sensation of another heat linger on him. It was colder than his natural temperature yet warm enough to distinguish. It was good. This warmth. It made his soul burn. He liked it. He wanted more. And that scared him. [An hour and a half later] Like normal, the time for the lunch rush rolled around and like clockwork, Sans made his way to Grillby's to grab a quick bite and get Papyrus off his back by checking in on their "pet". Remembering what happened the first time he found her at the bar, the skeleton was already imagining the human to be all giggles and making an ass out of herself while Grillby perved out. Honestly, he couldn't for the life of him understand why Grillby of all people would look at the human that way. For one thing, SHE IS A FREAKING HUMAN! Humans and Monsters don't mix. Never had. Never will. The only thing even coming close to something like that were old tales that became twisted after the war, the original stories lost long ago to time. So to see his buddy cutting these heated glances at a human just made his nonexistent stomach want to hurl for days. So when he opened the bar door and made his way inside, seeing the human passed out at the bar while the pub itself was normal, it had him feeling more at ease. "Hiya, Sansy~...Why don't you come sit with me for once? I can warm those bones of your better than any jacket could~." Drunk Bun making her move early means she's wanting something. "maybe next time. heh...try again when pigs learn to fly." She snickers. "Worth a shot. By the way, that girl you and your brother left here has been very interesting." That got his attention. "ya don't say. how so?" "Ah ah ah...If you want details you're going to have to pay a small fee~." "*scoff* nice try. but i ain't shelling out any more gold your way. hell, more than half my debt is from when you were leading me on." "It's not my fault you made it so easy." He growls. "arrogant bitch." "Oooh, that's going to cost you. Guess you'll never know about what happened. Such a shame." He scoffs and heads to the bar and takes his seat on the right of the human. "sup, grillby. the usual and a thing of fries." "Sure." Sans watches Grillby go about his usual bartending duties but something feels off. "you okay there? ya seem a bit tense." "I'm fine." Grillby not being chatty? Now that isn't normal. "did she do something stupid? *sigh* damn girl. can't trust ya to behave any damn place." "She is fine. I am fine. Nothing happened." Red flag warnings were coming up on his radar. But he needed more clues. "so...what happened with her anyway?" "Not much. She got a bit tipsy, had some fun, bumped her head, and has been taking a nap ever since." "anything serious?" "A small cut. It's been dealt with." There's this strange tension coming off the fire elemental and he couldn't think of why. "ya sure you're okay? you can take a break if ya need one. my shit can wait." Grillby pauses for a moment. "grillz?" "Sans...Can you watch the bar for a moment?" This was odd. But a doable request. "sure...take your time." Grillby puts everything down and exits the bar using the door to his living space. Makes things really easy when your house is also part of the place where you work. Time ticks away slowly as Sans taps on the bar. None of these mooks would dare pull something while Grillby was gone. The cameras saw to that. Yet as more time passed, it made Sans question as to what got Grillby all bothered to be gone so long in the first place. He could ask around the bar, but no one really could stand him, so he doubted anyone would be truthful. So he goes with a more obvious source, one that won't ask for money, and pokes the human. "hey. kiddo. wake up." She wriggles a little but that's it. "lynsie. come on. quit being a bitch and wake up." She lazily opens one eye, looks at him, and then goes back to sleep. "ya lazy piece of shit. *pause* whoa...sounded like pap for a sec. *shivers*" He is about to attempt waking her again when the front door opens and someone nobody recognizes walks in. This orange cat-like monster that looks to be in his late teens walks in with a lit cigarette in his mouth. The punk wears a black and red trimmed fast food uniform, complete with a small hat with the letter M on it. He slinks his way up to the bar and looks around for a second before taking a puff. "Man...And I thought my service sucked." Sans snarled and was about to give this asshole a piece of his mind when someone else beat him to it. "It would be wise not to piss off someone you want to get food from. You never know what you'll get." The sleepy tone of the human caught Sans ear and the cat didn't seem to like her words. "Preaching to the wrong choir, babe. And unless you work here..." He takes a long drag of the cigarette before snuffing it out on the woman's exposed wrist, making her come alive with a raging roar. "Keep your mouth shut." "Son of a bitch! You wanna go, prick?! Because I'll beat you so bad you'll look like something you shit into the litter box!" All the cat does is smirk. "I don't see it. You're just like everybody else. Why does he like you?" "The fuck does that mean?" The sound of a shutting door get the attention from all the patrons and Grillby resumes his place behind the bar. Not wanting trouble, the human yields but rumbles low with seething spite and the sting of pain. Grillby takes note of this but follows with his job. "Is there something I can do for you?" "My pussy of a boss is trying to suck up to all us employees by paying for lunch. So we low-level schmoes heard you make decent grub. Can you handle a large order?" Grillby glares but remains professional. "Try me." The cat chuckles and pulls out a notepad, flipping it open. "Hope you got a good memory. If it helps, they're all sandwiches. *coughs* One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." The cat closes the notepad. "You got all that, bub?" Grillby folds his arms at the smug cat. "One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." Grillby's smirk makes the cat sneer. "Get to it then, old man. Unless you don't want to get paid." "Tell me, boy. Which part of that order is yours?" "I ain't stupid enough to tell you that." "Heh...You're lucky I pride my work." Grillby gets to work but he makes sure to annoy this punk however he can. First, he brings Sans his order. Then he tends to the burn on the human's hand and gives her a look that says he is up to something.. Then he refills everyone's glass and snacks. Only after all that does he go to the kitchen and starts working on this douchebag's order. During the wait, Sans remembers what he was doing before this schmuck showed up. "hey, kiddo." "Hm?" "did anything happen after we left ya here?" "Like what?" "i dunno. just anything really." She looks up in thought for a moment. "Well...Grillby tricked me into playing a song that embarrassed me." "oh yeah? what song is that?" "It's called What's New Pussycat." That got the skeleton chuckling. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up." "so...that all?" "All that I can recall right now. That song just keeps repeating over and over in my head." He figured as much. Her and booze don't mix. But maybe she had a witness. "did your bro see anything?" "Him? Don't know. Haven't heard a peep from him all day. He likes to be choosy about when he speaks." "how convenient." "What's with the questions? Did something happen?" He shrugs. "don't know. just making sure ya didn't do anything dumb." She swirls her water a bit. "Lord, I hope not." "you and me both." She shoots him a strange look. "what?" "Nothing. Just...still getting used to seeing you drink mustard." "heheh...it beats drinking ketchup, that's for sure." "I'll drink to that." She drinks and he does so too. Grillby doesn't make himself known for quite some time. The annoying cat bounces his leg impatiently in his seat by the door. He wanted out of this place as soon as possible. When Grillby finally comes back out, he's carrying two large paper bags stuffed with the food. "Here's your order. I hope you choke on it." The cat gets up and comes back to the bar. "Not so fast. I have to make sure you did it all right." Grillby glares daggers at the insult. He's a man of class and skill, he'll be damned if some punk slings mud at his good name. One by one, the cat unwraps and looks over each individual order. "Good news, old man...Looks like you're getting paid. Congratulations. How much do I owe you?" "For the food? 2,000G. For your behavior? You can get your ass out of my bar and never come back." "You serious?" "The next time your boss sends someone over here for food, make sure it isn't you." The cat scoffs and throws the gold at Grillby. "No skin off my nose about that, old man." The bar is dead silent and gets chilly when Grillby removes his glasses. "Little boy...You are going to regret that." "Yeah, right." The cat aims to take the bags but doesn't get to. Grillby punches him in the face and hops the bar while the cat flies. Patrons watch as Grillby proceeds to beat on the cat with volleys of punches and slams of his face onto tabletops. Only when Grillby is satisfied with the level of violence done to the cat does he toss the lout out of the bar and then does the same with the food. "If I ever see your face in town again, your boss is going to have to set up interviews to replace you!" Grillby slams the bar's door and tries to calm down so that his flames don't set the building on fire...again. The bar slowly begins applauding Grillby on an ass-kicking well deserved and he smiles before returning to the bar to do what he enjoys. "That was one hell of a beat down. Most impressive, sir." The human comments. "Yeah, well...He was some jackass that needed to be taught an important lesson." "and what lesson is that?" "Never piss me off. Honestly...people like that is why I left Hotland." "Hotland?" The human questions. "it's the section of the underground past waterfall." "Oh. Any more places I'm unaware of?" "nah. only place past there is the capital and that's it. the barrier pretty much engulfed the entire mountain. so the underground encompasses that space. at least, as much as was dug out." "So there are four areas of the Underground? Neat." "and you're not going anywhere near the other two. understood?" "Whatever you say, dad." Sans punches her in the arm and she snickers. "What's wrong? Did that rub your funny bone the wrong way?" "shut up and drink your water, lightweight." "Hey, this is damn good water. My compliments to the man behind the bar." She smiles at Grillby and he, surprisingly, avoids eye contact with her while waving back. "No need, pussycat. But...thank you." She didn't seem to notice this change but Sans did. "So how long are you gonna be on break for, Sansy-boy?" "don't call me that. and i still got time." "Good. Because I thought of some messed up jokes and need your insight if they're any good." "flattery doesn't help ya, kiddo. but go on. give me your best shot." "Very well...What's the difference between a pregnant woman and a light bulb?" Sans thinks for a moment. "i dunno. what's the difference?" "You can unscrew the light bulb." The condiment bottle slips from his hand in shock and Punk Hamster busts out laughing. "Hahaha...It's so true!" "I got another one...What do a woman and a bar have in common?" "What?" "Liquor in the front and poker in the back." Punk Hamster pounds on the bar in his later and a few more start to chuckle in. "This one is for the ladies...What do you call the useless piece of skin on a dick? ...The man." Red Bird stifles a laugh but Drunk Bun cheers. "Girl's got talent!" "Okay, this one's really innocent. What's long, hard, and full of semen?" There's a pause as things build. "A submarine." Grillby chuckles and she points to him. "Busted! You were thinking naughty!" "N-No I wasn't." "Yes, you were~." "I was not!" "Dude, it's fine. That's how that joke works. I take it as a compliment. Alright, I got one more and it's in a story format. *ahem* So a man with a tickle in his throat..." [Ten minutes later] "And then...*giggles* then the donkey looks him straight in the eye, and without missing a beat, says...purple hat!" The bar is set into waves of laughter from the filthy jokes that come out of the human's mouth. She suddenly has such the potty mouth. It's actually pretty damn funny. Dirty joke after dirty joke rolls off her tongue with little care as to who it might offend. Funny enough, Sans found this almost charming. Nothing was quite as alluring as someone with a great sense of humor. But at the same time, this was the human! He can't have feelings of any level for the human. The very idea made him sick and yet sick in an almost okay way. Argh! The confusion! "Nickel for your thoughts, bone-boy? "huh? wait, don't you mean a penny?" "You look like something is on your mind. And I think your thoughts are worth more. So what's up?" "eh, it's nothing." "Thinking about the stuff from last night?" "maybe." He was lying. Like he'd tell her what he was really thinking. "Crazy shit, man. Hard to believe any of it's real. I mean...Wow." "is it really that hard to believe? after all, you are sitting in a bar with people you never thought were real either. so finding out some nutty shit like time and space are warped in a freaky cosmic way down here can't be all that hard to grasp when magic is also all over the place." "You know...That's not even the part that weirds me out." "then what does?" "The part where instead of me, some little kid was supposed to be here. I mean...I like to think I'm doing okay down here and I'm an adult. I can't imagine a kid lasting an hour here." "heh...you'd be surprised by just how tough that kid was." During their talk last night, Sans went into some length about what he knew. Mentioning Frisk and timelines, but only telling her so much. He didn't once mention how Frisk would either save all the monsters or slaughter them. He didn't mention how many times time suddenly stopped and rewinded. How many times he saw the people around him turn to dust. How many times he fought this kid and in the end failed. How many times...he himself has died. There are just some things you don't tell anyone even if the other person seems willing to listen. Argh! Not this shit again! Stop being weird already! "Whatever the case may be, be it a random anomalous phenomenon or even just a fluke the universe made because it wasn't paying attention...I'm glad." That had him looking at her oddly contented smile. "you're glad?" "I am. I'm glad to be here. To have fallen down and was able to get back up. To have met Nanny. To have my bros. To know Pap and you..." She continued on for a bit but sound ceased to be heard in his skull. The only sound he could hear was the one his soul made as it thud and thumped in his chest. This had to stop. It's too much. He had to go. "thanks for the grub, grillz." Sans put some gold on the bar and leaves his stool, making the human look at him funny. "Break time over?" "yep. if i don't get back, well...ya know how pap gets." She nods her head and brings her attention to her glass. "See you later, Sans." She used his name and not that annoying one she teases him with. Why did this suddenly bug him? "yeah...see ya later...lynsie." He headed out the door before he could see her reaction. This felt awkward. It didn't make sense. All he knew was that he needed to get back to his post before Papyrus bitched a fit or something odd happens. "Well...That felt weird." Grillby refills her glass. "You too? Like this strange tension was around him." "He has to deal with a lot. The Royal Guard isn't all fun and games. Stress piles on and others don't help." "I know that feeling. Like that douche-cat. What was his deal anyway?" Grillby shrugs. "Some monsters are just more of an asshole than others." "I'm glad you aren't like that. Makes it easier to want to be here." Grillby suppresses a blush that wanted to come to his face. "So...How's your wrist?" She looks at her wrist. "I can still feel the sting. But you healed the damage away. No new scar for me today." "Can't believe that little shit...Comes into my establishment...Harasses my people...Thinks he can disrespect me and my craft...Hope he likes that patch of burned off fur, the sniveling son of a whore!" His rage increasing with each word made his flames burn hotter and brighter. Seeing the spooked faces of those at the bar, he straightens himself back into his calm professional demeanor and sighs to a calm. "Forgive me. That was...That was just dumb." "No, no, it's perfectly fine. That creep was a huge ass-hat. He got everything he deserved. Which, I'm kinda hoping you did something to the food to really make him pay." He mocks a scoff. "Why, my dear pussycat...I am a man of the highest pride when it comes to my work. I would never knowingly serve trash to my customers." "My sincererest of bads, good sir." He motions her to lean in a bit and she does so, allowing him to whisper in her ear. "But that boy is not my customer." She smirks as he grins. "Don't tell anyone. Okay, pussycat?" "Ask me again and this time use my name." "Very well..." One of his hands comes up and firmly grabs the back of her head, gripping just a little strongly into her hair enough to make her wince soundlessly. "You'll keep all of this just between us. Won't you...Lynsie~?" His voice murmured her name in growl directly beside her ear, the distortion of a crackling fire that always accompanies his speech making it seem intimidating and intimate at the same time. "Y-Yes." Her voice came out meek and it made him release her. She just looks at him concerned after such actions. Did he frighten her? It wasn't his intent. He only thought a little roughness in his flirt would show her he was interested. He didn't mean to do the opposite. He only thought, well, he wasn't sure right now what he thought. That kiss stirred things in him. Hell, he had to soul-jerk the moment he was alone just to get under control again. Still, he may have overdone it and an apology was in order. "Look...I...I didn't mean to..." "Random question...Were those twelve sandwiches really worth 2000G?" Whatever the thoughts going on in her head were, she clearly wasn't going to voice then as she changed the subject rather quickly. Grillby blinks for a moment as he remembered how to talk again. "N-No. I overcharged him to piss him off. You really remember the amount and price?" "The fucker put his cigarette out on my wrist, damn straight I'm gonna remember every detail. From that lame hat to his yellow eyes, to that twitch his nose made when he got annoyed. It's all in here." She points to her head and it made him think. "Tell me...Can you remember the entire order?" She closed her eyes and he noticed her hand looked like it was typing words on her glass. "One burrata and marinated cherry tomato sandwich, but only with green tomato. Two porchetta sandwiches with marinated onions and salsa verde, one with white onion and one with regular salsa. One pecorino parsley and anchovy sandwich, extra anchovy. Three braised brisket burgers with pimento cheese, one with cheddar, one with swiss. Two smoked gouda and apple butter sandwiches, both want normal butter. One soft shell crab sandwich with slaw, make sure it's the blue kind. And lastly, two pork schnitzel sandwiches." His eyes widened. "Oh don't look so surprised. If you can picture it, I used to work in the food industry." "Really?" "For one year, I worked the counter at a pizza chain. I took the orders, handled the phones, did the drive-thru window, everything apart from actually making the food. *pleasant sigh* I hated that job." "Why only one year?" "Family moved. But I was thinking about quitting anyway. Hard to want to work at a place that gave me more work than required, few hours, shit pay because of said few hours, and no help when the summer rush hit. Though, as bad as it was, I am proud knowing I worked hard and earned that award." "You earned awards?" "Just one. There was a company contest that had the other stores compete with each other for who could get the most donations for charity. During that time, one guy would always call once a week and order the same thing each time. He would then donate $100 dollars each time. My store won and that me a photo on the store's internet page, a certificate telling me I did good, and a small pin to put in my uniform's hat. I still have that uniform...well...Guess I don't since I'm here." "Hmmm..." "What?" "Nothing. Just..." "Yes?" "Well...What would you think of the idea of working here?" That made her almost spill her glass. "You're offering me a job?" "Nothing major. As you can see, the place is usually slow, so you wouldn't have to worry about insane rushes. Hell, rarely are there ever more than ten people here." "If it's that slow, why offer me a job?" "Just because it's slow and not a lot of people come in, doesn't mean those few don't keep me busy. It would make things a bit easier if someone could top off drinks or pass out snacks while I'm cooking. You know? Keep the mood going so they're more likely to keep ordering." "Wow...Manipulation through hospitality. You're a genius." He chuckles to himself. "So? What do you say, pussycat?" He hoped the pet name would make things more normal. Maybe have her forget that small incident from earlier. "I don't know...Based on my current situation, whether or not I accept the offer means nothing. If anything, you'd have to take it up with my 'housemates'." True. She was under the skeletons' thumbs since they were harboring her. Any decisions regarding the human had to be taken up with them first. No way around it. "Fine. I'll talk with them when they come back to get you." "Good luck with that." "Are you saying you'd accept if they agree?" "That depends. Will you be cool and not pull that creepy shit again?" He knew he was too hopeful on her letting that slide. "I was merely stepping up the level on our game. I thought you were ready for more...intense play." She gives him a funny look. "Part of our game? Really?" All he could muster was a nervous grin. She eyes him for a while before finishing her glass. "Okay. I'll buy that." Maybe luck was looking his way. "So...We're okay?" "For now. But just so we're clear, when I am ready for that next level of play, I'll let you know." He knew better than to press his luck any further. It wouldn't be in his best interest to question her. "And how would you do that?" But he is but a man. And playful curiosity tempted him too strongly to ignore. "Trust me. You'll know." Considering her drunken-self told him that was her first kiss, he figures her to have this cute naïve idea as to what intense things are. So he was even more curious as to how she would let him know. "Care to give me an example? Just so I'd know for reference." She rolls her eyes at him. "Don't be naughty." "Come on. Try me. Just one little tease. That's all I'm asking." "I don't want to in front of others." Her cheeks began to redden and he is eating her shyness up. "Would it help if I made them leave?" "Stop teasing me." "But you look so adorable." "Will you both just fuck already?!" Punk Hamster shouts, causing them both to glare at him with faces glowing in blush. "What? It's not like we're not all thinking it. Be mad all you want. That don't make it any less true." Grillby growls but stops when she gets off her stool and returns to the booth from whence she began. Even though it wasn't anything he had planned, Grillby felt some real progress was made, until this turd opened his yap. Now he could go over there and try to talk to her, tell her that moron is just wasted so she should ignore the remarks. But he opts to go about this differently. He'll leave her alone for now and focus on his work. Let her come to her own thoughts and see how it goes. And maybe, if she would let him later, perhaps they could mess around some more. After all, he had her for five more hours.

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