Sans slammed the shot glass down on the bar counter.

"Grillby. hook me up with another 'un." His voice slurred; the bartender could tell he was drunk.

"…Sans…while I understand what you might be going through—" He didn't. "…I'm cutting you off. No more ketchup."

Sans looked up at him with the face of a kicked puppy.

"...Someone your age doesn't need to make that face. Eugh. All right, just one—but I want you to tell me what's going on."

Sans covered his head with his arms, the sound of his voice muffled by the fabric of his jacket.

"every time, it's always the same. I can't get it out of my head. the images—horrible images. I see them over, and over, and over…"

"…Like what?"

"…terrible things I can't even begin to tell you. and it's…it's all her fault." He slammed a fist on the counter.

"Okay, time to calm down. Who was it? What did they do?"

"I mean, what can I do? I can't stop her. I can't let her know what I know. it doesn't matter, anyway. knowing her, she'll just do it again, and again, and again…"

"You know, I can't help you if you don't start making sense at some point."

"she likes seeing it. gets some sort of an awful kick out of it. I can't understand it. and I wouldn't mind so much if it was just all of them, you know? or even if it was just me. but then she dragged my brother into it. now? now, it's personal."

Grillby sighed, and brought over a jar of mustard.

"Inhale."

Sans breathed, sense coming back into his eyes.

"Good. Sober yet?"

The skeleton nodded. "kinda."

"All right. Now, from the top, tell me what happened."

"it was a day like any other day, it was a day where nothing ever tried to get in my way, until I listened to pieces of a radio show…"

The bartender gave in, pushing his face into the jar of mustard as he continued mumbling nonsense to himself. "I swear I'm going to throw out all the ketchup before you come here again. No—I'll keep it in a safe in the back. You'll need a password to get in it."

"it seems the end of the world will arrive in a day, so you should go to Alphys's lab and watch anime while you still can…"

Ah. Finally, something that resembled clarity.

"Hm. Did something happen to you at Alphys's lab?"

"she told me to watch this show called Dundertale, right? and I thought, sure, why the skel not? but she was in the bathroom for some reason when I got there (I mean, that's not normal, right? unless she was eating human food again…ugh, her obsession's really gotten out of control these days). so, I looked for the file on her computer myself."

"I couldn't remember the name of the show, but I came across another file. and a whole world opened up before my eyes. I understood everything. I saw all of it. and…and I wanted to kill her. the file was named…"

"…Undertail."

Grillby took off his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Then, without a word, he set an extra-large bottle of hot sauce on the counter.

"Drink all you want. It's on me tonight."

And then they ki—NDA HAD A BRO MOMENT. THE END.


Notes/Manizu Chatter:

Sans is gonna need something a little stronger.

And now, I should clarify: I have NEVER come across any Undertail, thankfully (except a topless picture of Toriel I found when I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND COSPLAY REFERENCE MY POOR INNOCENT EYES). But, uh, people say weird things about it. I…eh.

Anyway…Alphys seems to kind of have a crush on everyone (yep, even Asgore, Toriel, and Mew Mew), so…I wouldn't doubt that she…

Has anime figures of all of them. Hey, the ones on the Fangamer shop right now are really cute.