Walking towards the empty bar, Sans froze and his eyelights disappeared. His soul dropped and his magic stifled him. For the person standing behind the bar was not his old friend Grillby, but... you. You where standing there behind the bar, looking at him.

'Sans? Welcome, what can I get for you?'

Teeth gritting and fist clenched, his voice grew deep and menacing. "what did you do to him?" You tilted your head, letting your hair fall across your face.

'To who?'

"to grillby!" One of the few monsters who where able to be safe from you, one of the ones who never felt how it was to die by your hands...and now you were there, where he should be. Sans pulled your soul out of your chest, making you jerk forward and causing plates on the counter to crash onto the floor.

Guess, I'll have alot of cleaning to do. You thought, sighing heavily.

You jumped over the bar and took a stance, ready to dodge his assult. As Sans ran towards you, his right eye blaring, a white object quickly stood infront of you, obstructing your view. Sans was then warded back by a flash of heat. Stumbling back to his feet, his eyesockets widen in disbelief.

"grillbz?!" Grillby stood infront of you, taking a stance of his own.

"...Sans, I will not allow violence inside my bar..."

"you're alive!? i...i thought..."

"...That I was dead? Quite a large assumption from just seeing my new employee, don't you think?..."

"employee? grillbz, that thing is a human!" Grillby removed his glasses as to massage the space between his eyes.

"...You're assuming alot again. Do you really believe I didn't know what she was?" Sweat dripped down his skull, too baffled to talk back. "...Anyone who put in any effort in looking at her could tell she was not a monster ..."

"so...why?" Grillby placed his glasses back on and folded his arms.

"...She was looking for a job and I had one to give."

"but-"

"...If she was not already my employee, I would not stand in your way from doing your job. But now..." Grillby's flame crackled along with his threatening timber in his voice. "...She is under my protection while she's under my employment ..." You could feel the heaviness in the air between the two as they continued to stare at each other; daring for the other to make the first move.

Clearing your throat, both Sans and Grillby shifted their gaze towards you. You sighed once more before walking back behind the bar. Taking out a bottle of ketchup, you gave it a small shake, focusing your attention towards Sans.

'Will you be having ketchup with your order?' You smiled cheekly. Sans scuffed before giving a side glance towards Grillby. The look on his old friend's face, left him speechless. For he stared at you with such tenderness as a small smile threaten to reveal itself. Grillby having noticed the staring, quickly composed himself before heading back to the kitchen. Sans couldn't believe that Grillby had protected you in such away as to get in his way. Nothing was making any sense to him. Seeing how Sans wasn't making any effort on moving (besides glaring at the Fire exit as if some weird creature would pop out of it at any moment), you walked towards him. Leaning real close to the side of his skull, you blew softly, earning you a very amusing reaction from him.

Sans stumbled back, holding the spot where you blew, skull burning from the unexpected assult. You smiled wide at him, before returning back to your spot. 'Better sit down, bone boy, or people might think you're the new centerpiece of the bar.'

Bone boy!??

Sans rubbed the back of his neck, cautiously walking towards the bar. Sitting down at his usual spot he kept his sight on you, just in case you wanted to pull a fast one on him. He continued to stare as you gingerly cleaned the bar, wondering what you were planning. Nothing that you did in the current timeline made any sense to him. At least in the past he knew your end goal, which was nothing more then to dust as many monsters you can with that dreaded knife you used to carry. But now, not only where you acting friendly towards his brother but now he's caught you working under Grillby?

'Gonna order, or are you just gonna keep staring at me?' Sans cheeks turned into a slight shade of blue, having been caught staring off. 'Or, are you enjoying my new look?' You signed while you wiggled your brows.

"no! i mean i wasn't..." Sans sneared, which did nothing for the blush from spreading, which you seemed to enjoy.

'Well, if your not gonna order anything, then maybe you're here for something else?' You signed before leaning ever so closely to him over the bar. Sans almost fell off his seat if you hadn't grab onto his shirt. Safetly back on, he buried his face deeper into his jacket.

"what the hell kid?" You just laughed while shrugging at him. Sans sighed loudly, running his hand over his face in an attempt to brush away the rising heat from his skull.

What the hell is up with that laugh? It didn't used to sound so damn...cheerful.

"look, i just wanted to grab a bite to eat. i didn't know you were here."

'Burger and a side of fries then?' Sans waved his hand at you without much effort, he didn't really care for all he knew was that he was emotionally drained at the moment. Giving him a small nod, you disappeared through the kitchen door. Folding his arms ontop of the counter, he rested his head until he felt his elbow hit something over. Looking up, he saw that it was the bottle of ketchup you had left for him. Taking a swig, he went back to resting his skull.

What was he doing? What should he be doing? He can't figure out why or how you had changed so much. When you came back, you placed his meal near him. But before you could go back, Sans grabbed a hold onto your elbow.

"kid, what's your angle here?"

'My angle?' Letting you go, he suspiciously looked at you for any tall tell signs that you where going to lie to him.

"what are you doing? why are you acting so...different. what are you trying to get after all this?" You smiled softly at him, causing his soul to quiver. His soul's reaction confused him, that sad smile on your face, stunged at his soul. Making him want to comfort you, to erase it away. Shaking the feeling off, he tightened his hold on your elbow, urging you to respond.

'To go back how things used to be, break the barrier and free my friends.' Sans eyesockets widen for the determination on your face was the same one you gave him back when he first meet you. The cheeky little kid who always scurried their way to speak to him, who went along with the weird antics of his friends, who always laughed at his puns, who spared everyone they meet and freed them from their imprisonment.

"f-frisk?" You smiled shyly before waving at him.

'Hi Sans.' Tears of joy, of relief...of guilt, rolled down his cheeks. He couldn't believe it. You were really back. All this time, he thought he had lost you back at the barrier. That he was only left to deal with the psychopathic human you had become. His body started to shake, remembering all the struggles he had to go through as he tried to convince you time after time to change back. But nothing he said or did could get through to you. He had given up hope that you would change back.

"i...i didn't know...why didn't ya t-tell me kid?" Sans placed his hand over his eyesockets to hide his tears. But stiffend when he felt something soft and warm pull him out of his seat into an embrace. You didn't say anything as you started to pet his skull gently. Hearing your heart beat softly against his skull, he wrapped his arms around you. His grip tighten, afraid that you might dissappear, that it was all a dream. By stars, did he wish it wasn't a dream.

Please...please let it be real!...I...I don't think I can handle another nightmare before I start to lose myself.

"coulda' saved me a lot of trouble of impelling ya with all those bones." He mumbled as he buried his skull deeper into your neck. Your body shook as you laughed. Pushing him away, you lifted his skull to make him look at you.

'I knew you wouldn't believe me. But it's ok, I'm okay now.' Your words of being okay didn't reach your expression that it almost broke his soul on how worned down you really looked. Before he could apologize to you, he heard a cough coming from behind the counter.

"...Miss Frisk, it's almost time for lunch, if you could make sure that the tables are all cleared it would be quite helpful..." You stepped away from Sans, to give a sharp nod to your boss with a cheerful smiling playing across your face. Sans adjusted himself back onto his seat as you left to clear out the tables. Grillby raised his eyebrow at him, awaiting for him to explain on what he just witnessed.

"heh, the k-kid's really something huh?" Sans felt awkward that he looked down at his untouched meal. Grillby pat his shoulder before going to greet the customers that started to arrive. Sans ate his meal in peace and every so often, he could see that you really had come back. From the way you acted around the other monsters, to that stupid grin you would flash at him from time to time.

It's not a dream...right?

Tending the bar during lunch hour, Grillby glanced towards his bony friend. Catching the small glances he threw towards you. Glances that invited you to draw near. When you weren't occupied, he would find you "chatting" with him as if you were meeting an old friend and not someone who tried to harm you. He was glad at how Sans seemed to lossen up more the longer the two of you talked, even throwing puns at each other. Except somewhere deep down, he had an uncomfortable feeling settle on his soul. In the few days he's spent working with you and the shorter time you had started to live with him, he was starting to miss those silly grins of yours that you used to show him. But watching you throw it towards Sans, he could feel his soul contract painfully at the thought of you not needing him anymore. He even felt a small strange sting in his soul when he saw you in Sans' embrace. But he buried whatever the feeling was. It didn't make any sense on why he felt for you in such a matter, in a short amount of time no doubt. Absent-mindedly cleaning a glass cup, he blinked out of his stupor when he saw you waving your hand over his face.

'Grillby, you okay?'

'You where spacing out.'

"thinking about a 'tinder' encounter in the past?"

'Its probably burning through your mind?'

"were you too hot to handle?"

'Maybe he flamed out before it got too bad?' Grillby let out a frustrated sigh as you and Sans snickered through each others horrible puns.

"...Frisk, please don't let him influence you so much..."

'Sorry.' You grinned, before asking if you could sit down for a bit. With lunch hour dying down, he didn't mind if you wanted to rest. 'Grillby, can I ask you a question?'

'Do you have any needle and thred?' Grillby raised his eyebrow, questioning about the strange change of subject. 'My sweater has a small tear in it and I wanted to patch it up before it gets any bigger.'

"...That's what happens when you use the same clothes both day and night. If you would only accept to use one of my shirts to sleep in, you wouldn't have to overuse your only outfit..." Sans stumbled out of his seat, receiving questionable stares from both you and Grillby.

"wait what?"

'The other day during breakfast, Grillby noticed I only have that one sweater, so he offered to let me borrow one of his shirts.'

"...But she politely declined my offer, saying something about how she didn't want to be more of a bother. Which she isn't..."

"hold on, the kid is living with you-" Sans was interrupted by an alarm in his phone. Looking at it, he saw that he was late for his Resort job and if he didn't get there soon, he'd have to deal with that annoying calculator. He ran his hand over the back of his skull with a sigh. "sorry but i'll 'ketchup' with you later, ok?"

'Sure! It was...nice to talk again. See you next time?' Sans gave you a side grin and winked at you.

"definitely, kiddo." Shoving his hands into his sweater, he shortcuted away. Spinning around, you faced your boss with a grin.

'So, boss, what do you want me to do?' Grillby smiled back before walking towards the kitchen.

"...You can help me with the dinner prep..." You followed behind him, enjoying the rest of your work day.

After a long day of work and closing the bar, you followed Grillby back to his place. Your heart still pounding against your ear from earlier. You knew you could never get his forgiveness or even have him trust you again, but to have him see you without hate is enough. It helped kindle the small determination that was left on your heart from your soul.

{Great, you have the go ahead from the comedian, can you now leave this area?}

Not yet. I still have that meeting with Papyrus.

{You're taking too long!}

I know. Don't worry, I'm not a very patient person as well. But I want to patch things up before I continue.

Chara clicked her tongue in frustration before leaving you alone. Lost in your thoughts, you hadn't realized that you had followed Grillby all the way to his apartment room.

'Sorry, I-'

"...Sorry? Did you forget that I told you you could come over and grab a shirt?..Or were you daydreaming again and wondered in without thinking?..." He asked in a playful tone. It was obvious he was finding it amusing that it was probably the latter of the two. To confirm his suspicion, your face went to its expressionless form before you gave him a thumbs up. "...Haha...Of Course. You should really work on that..." Giving you a slight nod to follow him, he went towards his bedroom. Crouching down, he opened his dresser drawer and found a plain black t-shirt that Sans had given him once. Granted, he had picked it up from the dump but it was still in good condition. Handing the shirt over to you, you unraveled it to reveal a small phrase that was on the back.

Hot bud. A mischievous smile grew across your face. Before you could sign anything, Grillby stopped you by putting his hand up. Silently begging you not to say anything about it. You let it go for now, but he knew you'd probably bring it back up later. Massaging his eyelids from behind his glasses, he got up from his crouched position only to stumbled back for you were unbuttoning your uniform top right infront of him. Surprised by your sudden action, his back hit the dresser behind him. He couldnt stop his face from heating, that he could already tell that his red orange-like flames were giving off a small hint of blue. "...I don't t-think it's a wise idea t-to change in here!..." You looked up at him, tipping your head so innocently to the side.

'Why?' Having to release your blouse to sign, Grillby caught a small glimpse of your tan skin, hidden underneath. The mear sight of it, blew his face into a full bluish hue color.

"...At least t-turn around..." You looked so confused by his request, but did as he asked. With nowhere to hide, Grillby quickly turned his back as well.He needed to distract his mind off of you, but he couldnt stop his mind from wondering. The soft tan skin that showed through the buttons to the slight view of your slender neck as you turned. His fingers itched to know if your skin felt as soft as it looked. This was wrong, you were his employee, his friend, his guest, he shouldn't be having these fluttering feelings from just the sight of you. Nor letting you change in his bedroom, with him in it! He hated himself for not advising you to change else where, but you didn't seem to understand the situation you where putting him in.

His mind racing to find something to calm himself with, he suddenly remembered when the blouse slid down your back. Eyes wide in his realization he recalled that there was something marked across your back. Something he had not registered before from his flustered state.

Feeling a small tap on his shoulder, interrupted his train of thought and he cautiously turned around. Relieved that you weren't topless. But seeing the bundle of clothes in your arms, he noticed that you weren't only holding your work blouse but also your dress pants. Upon seeing this, he looked towards the back wall, avoiding his gaze from your semi dressed form. Glad, that his shirt was large on your small frame, reaching halfway on your thighs. But his gaze shifted when you pressed yourself against him. His breath hitched, as your arms wrapped themselves around him. His body stiffened against your soft small frame. Unlike the quick hug from before, you nuzzle your cheek against his chest, drawing your body closer pressing your chest against him. A strange warming feeling coursed through his soul as he felt your heart beating against him.

"Thank you again and...I'm sorry for always troubling you." You mumbled. Caught in a tight hold, Grillby gave in and gently wrapped his arms around you.

"...It's no trouble. Just know that you could always rely on me for anything..." Grillby knew that his action was stretching on for too long then necessary. But he couldn't help it, he didn't want to let go. Not until you started to push away from him, that he reluctantly dropped his arms to his sides.

'Your bud really is hot.' You playfuly grinned before walking out if his apartment. He stumbled down to the ground, his face heating up once more. Your words alongwith the way your body moved with his shirt on your way out, had weakened his knees. He hated himself on how you had caused a shiver down his spine. Did you even know what you were doing to him?

What did I get myself into?

Hearing the voices of children's shouting happily from outside his window, Grillby's conscious slowly stirred from his slumber. The first thing he noticed was how surprisingly comforting the object he was holding onto was. Feeling it breath under his touch. Burying deeper into it, he inhaled the smell of apples and wild flowers with a small hint of cinnamon. Letting out a sigh, his arms tightened it's grip around the object, enjoying the softness and comfort it provided. That was until he felt the object move. His eyes slowly opened, focusing a bit before he could see. But all he saw was a familiar tan. Leaning away, he saw that his face was burying deep into someone's neck. Staggering out of his bed, he saw the strange object he had wrapped his arms so tightly was none other then your sleeping form. His mind raced to figure out how you had appeared there. Ignoring the blazing heat that was his face.

Last night, he had heard a crash coming from your room. Rushing out of his place, he found you staring at your broken window with the cold gust of wind blowing the branches from a nearby tree through it. You had offered to fix it, but he told you that he would get it taken care of in the morning and insisted that you stay over at his place until then. Which only led into arguing on who would take resident on the couch. Only in resulting in both of them sharing the bed.

Through his embarrassment, he still found himself smiling as you continued to sleep. Your body turned around, facing him. Allowing him to scan your face. Remembering the soft hum of life that pulsed underneath your skin where his body touched yours. These thoughts weren't helping him. Neither was his eyes that wondered back to you. Then his eyes widen when he saw a small glimpse of a long jagged scar on your shoulder that peeked through the shirt. So he wasn't imagining what he saw last time. Someone had hurt you. So badly that it caused scars to linger. His soul clenched on the thought of someone ever harming you. Running his hand through his flames ontop of his head, he walked towards his kitchen to prepare for breakfast. Anything to calm his fury.

After mixing the batter, he poured some onto the heated pan. "...Good Morning..." He said once we heard your footsteps against his floor. Finished with the plate of pancakes, he brought them over towards the counter.

'Morning.' You signed while yawning. Having forgotten that you where still wearing his shirt, he almost dropped the plates. Luckily you where still half asleep and didn't notice his blunder. Eating quietly, he noticed the relaxed atmosphere around him. Remembering the domestic bliss he had once had, but lost long ago.

Getting the permission from your boss to meet Papyrus that morning, you waited for him by the bridge of deadly terror. Leaning on the rope of the bridge, your eyes wondered over the faint details from his painting. It still amazed you that he was able to create it. Daydreaming of the fun you had before the restart.

"Idiot!" Hearing your little flowery friend, you let go of the rope in favor of sitting yourself down next to him. "Don't you think you're just wasting time doing all this? If I were you, I'd find a way to free them all before the whole NOT HAVING A SOUL things starts to affect you!!" You layed your hand over your heart. Feeling it beat ever so steadily, pumping blood through your veins, keeping you alive. But deep down you could only feel a small ghostly presence resting inside the hallow crevasse where your soul once resided. You shook your head from the growing numbness that it spread.

'Thank you for worrying about me. But really, I'm fine.' You softly petted his petals, enjoying the small dust of blush across his cheeks. He sneered at you before looking away.

"Who said I was worried?!" Even though he said he wasn't, you knew he was lying. For he stayed with you when you had slept on the cold ground hidden by the trees, before Grillby found you and offered his home to you. His presence alone was all the comfort you needed. But when your body started to shiver in your sleep, he had went out of his way to bring you a small candle. Apparently he had asked Papyrus for one, saying how he needed it to see in the dark and asking for anything else would have seem suspicious.

Flowey feeling his patience wearing thin, he shrugged off your hand. He was about to leave when he felt your lips gently gracing against one of his petals. His eyes widen at your action before sinking into the ground and reappearing a few feet away. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!" He shouted with his face burning.

'A simple thank you kiss.' You smiled so cheerfully, he knew you where enjoying his reaction. But he couldn't calm himself down. He had to find a way to make you stop.

"YOU'RE A PERVERT! You know that! Hugging and kissing whoever you want, all without the others permission! Who do you think you are??!!!" Flowey fuming, he soon regretted his words. He didn't want to say any of that. But before he could apologize, he saw how you sat motionless with a shadowed expression. Whenever he insulted you or threaten you, you would always look so forgiving and kind to him. Never letting whatever he said get to you. He could act however he wanted and you would always smile at him. He didn't think his words could ever hurt you. "Frisk? Look I..." He wanted to get closer but saw your hands clenched by your side. "Frisk?" You couldn't hear him, almost as if you weren't there. He didn't like seeing you like this. Didn't like the feeling that came with it. Before he could try to snap you out of it, he heard Papyrus' distant footsteps. He glanced back at you, face filled with regret, he left you alone with your dark thoughts.