Grillby's flame flickered as cold air suddenly flooded into the warm bar. He looked up as the door closed. He grumbled and slid out from behind the bar. He was about to tell the offending customer that they were closed when he caught sight of a blue hoodie.
He stopped and tilted his head as he waited for Sans to say something. The pun-loving skeleton respected Grillby, and would never make him work overtime. Sans didn't say anything and instead stumbled over to the bar and sat down. His hood was over his head, obscuring his face. Grillby wordlessly went behind the bar and reached down, pulling up a ketchup and sliding it over. Sans caught it and took a long swig. Grillby rested his hands on the counter and stared at Sans. The elemental wanted to know what was bothering his friend. They continued in this manner for several minutes before grillby slid from behind the bar and sat next to Sans. The skeleton was silent, then sighed and ducked his head. Grillby stayed silent. Sans sighed again and began to talk softly. "The kid reset, Grillbz," Grillby nodded and placed his hand reassuringly on Sans' shoulder. He didn't entirely understand the concept of timelines - he was just a humble bartender after all - but he did know this Kid was hurting his friend. Sans pulled his hood down to reveal tired eye sockets and a frown. (which was difficult for the skeleton to do.) Grillby's flame dimmed and turned a sickening yellow at the sight. Sans caught sight of this small change and quickly sat up, holding his hand out. "No, no, I'm sorry!" Grillby's flame quickly shot up again, in a less-sickly colour this time, and he smiled patiently at Sans. "It's alright. It's not your fault." Sans was the only monster he felt comfortable talking to. Grillby stared at Sans with a small smile. "How about I call Papyrus to pick you up." Grillby started to stand up when a skeletal hand clutched his sleeve. Grillby stared down at Sans in bewilderment, who was flushed blue. 'N-no. I want to stay with you." Grillby's flame flushed red but quickly quieted down. He said nothing, and instead led Sans back, to his living quarters. The small apartment had a kitchen, living room, bathroom and bedroom. He led Sans to the couch and sat him down, who sank into the cushions with a relieved sigh. Grillby quietly went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge to reveal many fresh foods. He pondered for a moment before taking out various ingredients, including potatoes. He set himself to making fries. When he was done, he put them on a plate. He grabbed a bottle of ketchup and went back to the couch. He discovered that Sans had fallen asleep, but when he sat down the movement pulled him out. Grillby smiled apologetically and sat the plate and bottle down on the coffee table. Sans leaned forward to grab the bottle, but Grillby caught it first and squeezed a small amount on the side. He then but the bottle on the far corner of the table. Sans huffed softly but quietly ate some fries. Grillby turned on the TV, but kept the volume low. He settled back, and absentmindedly put his arm on the back of the couch, above Sans. Sans either didn't notice, or didn't show it. They watched Mettaton's show for a couple hours before Grillby heard soft snores coming from Sans' side of the couch. Grillby smiled and turned of the TV. he stood up, and Sans fell sideways. Grillby tensed for a second wondering if he'd wake up. When he snored on, Grillby moved to reach the blanket and pulled it over Sans. The elemental walked to his room, glancing at Sans once more before closing the door. Grillby changed and climbed into bed. He dimmed his flame, but stayed awake for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Sans usually came to him after a reset; but he never asked to stay with him. Grillby doesn't remember his time before the resets as well as Sans, but he has slight deja vu. Grillby sighed and closed his eyes to sleep.