Grillby was washing an already clean glass, methodically wiping the cloth, in the cup, outside the cup, anything to keep from worrying about his friend anymore than he already did. Sans usually came in here this time of day, but now Grillby had upset him and he had run off.

But, if anyone would find him, it would be Papyrus, and he trusted the skeleton to tell him about any changes. Sure enough, Papyrus soon burst through the door, but he was not alone.

Grillby tilted his head questioningly at the human child that peered out from behind Papyrus's legs.

"HELLO MR GRILLBY," Papyrus said in his loud voice, causing the dogs of the royal guard to cringe as his voice echoed through the small building, "I COME BEARING NEWS OF MY BROTHER."

Grillby nodded for him to come forwards, choosing to ignore the human for the moment. Papyrus came closer so Grillby could ask more comfortably in a whisper, not wanting to sign and have the whole restaurant know Sans's business, "So, you found him?"

"YES, I DID," Papyrus whispered back, but his whisper was as loud as someone would be just casually speaking, "AND HE WAS HURT. SO I TOOK HIM TO DR. ALPHYS."

"Hurt?" The fire monster stared, "What hurt him?"

"WELL, UH," Papyrus found his hands rubbing his forearms again, "EITHER SOMEONE HERE IN SNOWDIN DID OR... HE- HE HURT HIMSELF."

The glass in Grillby's hand broke, half melted pieces of glass falling to the bar.

"OH, MR. GRILLBY!" Papyrus cried worridly, "ARE YOU-"

Grillby held up a hand, then he turned towards the back door the second time that day. Papyrus and the child followed wordlessly.

"You mean to tell me, that Sans has been hurting himself?" Grillby demanded as soon as they got out, signing with sharp movements that caused his flames to crackle, "And that he's been hiding it so well I didn't see?"

"N-NO!" Papyrus stuttered, "ALPHYS SAID THAT'S THE MORE UNLIKELY OF THE TWO POSSIBILITIES!"

"Is it really though?" Grillby tried to remain calm, "We both know nobody around here would hurt him. Where was he hurt and how?"

"THERE WERE CUTS, HERE..." Papyrus indicated on his arm.

"So he HAS been hurting himself?" Grillby clenched his hand around his own arm after signing in clipped movements.

"WELL, DR. ALPHYS SAID THAT THIS WAS SOMETHING CALLED SELF HARM..." Then he brightened a little, "BUT! THIS HAS ONLY BEEN SEEN IN HUMANS BEFORE SO THE CHANCE OF THIS REALLY BEING TRUE IS QUITE LOW."

Grillby didn't look reassured in the least but he asked, "So where is Sans now?"

"AT THE LAB, SLEEPING PROBABLY, " Papyrus had to keep himself from remarking about Sans being lazy, "AND WE WERE GOING TO HEAD BACK THERE AS SOON AS I CHECK SANS'S ROOM FOR SHARP OBJECTS LIKE ALPHYS SAID."

"Alright then," he nodded, "Then let's go."

"WAIT, YOU HAVE A BUSINESS TO RUN HERE, "Papyrus seemed confused, "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE CAN YOU?"

"Eh, I have some friends who owe me a favor that can take over, " Grillby gave his version of a weak grin, his flame low, "And I'm more worried about your brother than my restaurant right now. Just let me get my rain gear and we can go."