It's been two and a half weeks since I've fallen down here. Don't get me wrong about the monsters, here. They're all great, but what about my family? My "friends?" Graves I'll never see again. Bullies I'll never get my revenge on.
Actually, it's probably better that I climbed that mountain. I can finally get that new start I've been begging for.
"Sans! I'm home!" Papyrus shouted, probably from the front door, "I've brought back some dinner!"
"I'm coming." I sighed, putting my mask over my face and pulling the collar of my sweater further up my neck.
I haven't eaten a proper meal in too long, and I probably won't for another while, but in the off-chance that this dope has brought home real food, I can but humbly accept.
I sat down at the table seated for three, the tall skeleton handing me a folded, paper bag.
I practically tore it open, disappointment forcing itself against my face. I pulled out a can of sea tea and some sort of burger made up of sequins and glue instead of meat and bread.
I let out a tired sigh, shoving the items into my inventory so that I may dispose of them without Papyrus looking.
"Something troubling you?" He watched me as I threw the wadded up paper bag into the trash can. Slam dunk!
"Just got a lot on my mind." I sighed, resting my head in my arms. So what? I just have to get used to this "food," and I'll one day be good to go.
He stayed silent for a few moments, probably trying to find a solution to some nonexistent problem, "Would you rather go to Grillby's?"
I lifted my head up, glaring at the creature of bones through my eyeholes.
"I know you don't want to go outside, but you're my brother and I just want to help." Still can't figure out what gave him that impression.
I looked down toward my sock-covered feet, curling my toes in a somewhat painful manner. I'll die of malnutrition, at this rate.
"Fine." I sighed, slipping out of the chair, "Let me grab my slippers."
I stepped outside, pulling my jacket closer to my body as I faced the biting cold of perpetual frost.
"Remind me to never do this again." I huffed under my breath, glaring at Papyrus.
"Well, if you like the food-"
"I'm not too hopeful of that." I sneered, my chin dipping downward in hopes that what little body heat was trapped behind my clothes would start warming my face.
"It's a nice day out." The tall skeleton watched the sky as we continued to walk. Of course he'd think it's nice. He doesn't have any nerves.
"I don't know." I laughed, "It feels like I'm being chilled to the bone."
He laughed with me, not at all annoyed by my great jokes.
We approached the building, the word "Grillby's" written in capital letters. We went inside, the warmth of the building greeting me at the door.
Papyrus walked ahead of me, being the first to sit down at the bar. Of course a followed, watching as a man, engulfed in flames, handed us some menus.
My eyes scanned over the items, a lot sounding familiar. Grilled cheese. Burgers. Fries.
"The hell is a popato chisp?" My eyebrows began to furrow.
"Chisps made from popatos." Papyrus watched me with concern.
"Not very helpful." I sighed, setting the menu down at watching the creature of fire, "Just get me something edible."
It watched me for a short moment before nodding its head in understanding.
Waiting for the creature to hurry up, I began to prop my head with my arm, my mittened fingers tapping against my mask.
"How much?" I reached into my pocket as the plate was set down in front of me. A burger, fries, and a bottle of ketchup.
He waved his hand, returning to his job.
I started with the ketchup, pouring some of the substance into the empty space of the plate. I picked up a few fries, being sure not to get any red on my mittens, and held my hand under my mask in an attempt to eat.
I looked up at the man, who was watching me, in awe. This wasn't cardboard, or glue, or glitter. It was real.
I let out a sigh of relief, lifting my mask up about two inches as I shoved the food into my mouth, smothering every bite in ketchup.
"Thanks." I laughed, pushing the plate forward.
The man nodded, taking the empty plate from me.
"I have... never seen anyone eat that fast... ever." Papyrus watched me, looking somewhat... impressed? It's hard to tell without the skin.
"Yeah. It's crazy what hunger can do to you." I pat my stomach, only realizing my mistake after the words were out.
"Maybe I'll get to see your magic, soon!" He spoke in a child-like excitement.
Food is different for monsters, at least that's what I've been told. They need it more for a magical sense than a survival.
"Maybe," I let out a strained laugh, sweat rolling down my forehead, "b-but I'd like to save that surprise for a special occasion."
"Wowie! I can't wait!" He practically cheered, leaving his seat. He was out of the restaurant in what felt like an instant.
I got out of my seat, putting my hand on the bar, "Hey, you're Grillby, right?" The flamed man nodded to me, "Could I get a couple bottles of ketchup to-go?" He held his hand to me, probably asking for money, "Just put it on my tab. I'll be here more often. The name's Sans."
I later walked back home, a bottle of ketchup in each pocket and a few more cradled in my arms.
