Summary: Someone's past comes and bites his ass
Notes: And that someone is not readyEbott Ville, Grillby's new surface restaurant, 1 year 7 months after the release of monsters and magic back in the world.
It's decided that we walk to the flame's restaurant, to Flowey's heated argument against the male's… shortcuts…
Shortcut is not the word for what he does.
I've decided not to think too much about the similarities but the question still stands.
How in the world was he able to acquire those powers? My ability to see the thin breaches in space didn't start until the accid-
I know for a fact he doesn't use the breaches so how…? Don't think about it.
"May I ask you what is wrong Sans?"
I try to look natural but some stray droplets of sweat roll down my skull for all to see.
"`m fine just too much workout for today" I'm glad that my voice doesn't betrays me, I sound sincere enough with the answer.
"I see."
He doesn't mention it but I can sense the doubt emitting from him. Willow, the weed, Eye Bone and Chester, look at different things in the city, the curiosity of a child burning in all of them.
There is another issue.
Monsters and human alike are giving us weird looks, some of them are snapping photos, some try their best to be dissimulate others not so much. I wouldn't mind it too much if this happened a year ago, people should be acquainted to the sight of monsters by now.
"Willow dear, could you hurry up? later we can see everything you want." Wilson chided to the woman gently.
"Sorry!" She hurried to catch up with us.
"Argh! Careful with the petals!"
Two more blocks and we reached the restaurant.
My habitat.
Despite the new additions in the pub, a pristine new full HD TV hangs from one corner so almost all the clients can watch the news or games humans loves so much, the old broken down jukebox was replaced for a digital MTT brand one. New and old clientele are given a sense of belonging, thanks the stars is not as packed today as it usually is; Grillby as always, stands there polishing a cup with a piece of cloth. He lifts his eyes and I see him straightening himself at the new arrival... weird. When we step inside, there were hushed conversations that I couldn't make out. I didn't mind too much so I decided to greet my old pals.
"hey-"
"I have made a grave mistake" Wilson tries to backpedal but stills, having not given a full step backwards to exit the establishment.
"huh?"
Willow grabs her brother's arm with an iron grip and rushes to the fire elemental. And it suddenly clicks together.
Grillby is a FIRE elemental.
Willow, being a pyromaniac it's like Santa Claus in the flesh for a child.
*shrugs*
I say my greetings to the familiar faces and they greet me back. They keep an eye on the brothers and that don't go unnoticed to me.
I advance my way until I reach the counter.
"heya grills how's it going?"
"… … … … … fine thank you, sans."
What a hassle!
Wilson says that he has to talk with the skeleton so we are going to a place named Grillby's… If they don't have a giant grill where I can place an entire beefalo… punches will be served!
…
We step inside and some patrons turns to watch us.
This place smells fantastic.
Like a fire well lit.
I survey the monsters and humans that stare back at us… well more than staring at Wilson…
"I have made a grave mistake"
Who says that? My eyes fix in a sole target and I feel all my other senses dulling.
There in the bar… A flaming man? Could it be a monster? Ok… yeah there was a little yellow flame girl in the park but… her color was wrong… This monster on the other side…
He is perfect.
I grab my brother's arm and make him rush until I can take a better look.
Oh, Jesus Christ he is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, his flaming hair is so well kept, his glasses reflect the tiny dots for eyes he has!
Ok Willow, first impressions matter… what did Wickerbottom said about proper courting?
…
…
…
I FUCKING SHOULD HAVE PAID ATTENTION!
Oh gosh…
"If you hurried here just to stand in front of him like a lightning rod then I'm disappointed" Wilson whispers at me as the flame stares with a confused demeanor.
"heya grills how's it going?" the little skeleton comes back from greeting his fellow monsters and address the flaming glory.
"… … … … … fine thank you, Sans"
Even his voice is dreamy! Wisps of ember come out from his mouth as he speaks.
And that smile!
*blushes*
Halt your horses at once Willow Victoria Higgsbury!, he might be a flame… a wonderful, glorious LIVING, SENTIENT flame but what about if he is a swine or, or-
*ahem*
Wilson saves our (ok, just mine) live by understanding why I'm reluctant to proceed. I may have lived in the streets my early teen years but I'm not clueless, I can't speak to a man If we've not been introduced yet.
"Sans, could you be kind enough to present us to your friend?"
Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
"… sure why not…" left boney eyebrow lifted. "uhm so grillby this is wilson and willow higgsbury. they uhm… are not from around here." Sans is not sure why he has to do it but relents.
"… … … My name is Grilliam Agni." *lowers his head* "… … …Welcome to Grillby's, my restaurant, your royal highness."
Hooooly shit….
I turn around to see Wilson's face… he is as white as a sheet… that is understandable. I want to run away with my brother on toe. But I can't, there is a knot coiling in my stomach and my legs won't answer my pleas to move. Silence chokes us; the restaurant is attentive to our exchange.
Forgive me brother.
Why now, now that we're free, now that everything seemed to be fine, now that Wilson is so relaxed that he walks around without a stupid top hat?
"Ex-excuse me?" Wilson stuttering is the worst omen in ANY situation.
Grillby points to the… modern T.V.? as a woman starts the news program.
"Thank you for coming Asgore" I let my ex-lover through the door and he enters nodding and giving his greetings too. I called him so we could talk, there are some things we need to discuss.
"Have you spoken to Frisk yet?" The king asks while sitting down in one of the larger couches.
"Yes, he was delivered to his school ten minutes ahead of schedule… I personally called him" I notice how wary he still is from the ordeal.
"Delivered by the so called "shadow king" right?" How I hate his scowl, it really doesn't fit the 'fluffybuns' of a husband I once married.
"Correct" My tone doesn't change, but I can feel my fur standing.
He nods.
"Can I offer you a cup of tea Asgore?"
"Yes of course"
The goat woman starts the boiled beverage and returns with a china tea set the skeleton brothers gifted her on Christmas.
The two goat monsters sit down in complete silence. While not heavy, the atmosphere feels charged with so many emotions.
"I-"
"I-"
Both boss monsters try to speak at once, Asgore motions her to continue.
"I… strongly believe that we wronged one more time Asgore." She can't stand the shame that pours in her soul at stating the obvious and lowers her head to face the carpeted floor.
"Tori- Toriel I… It was I the one who pushed you into being distrustful of his word!" The king looks pleadingly at the other so her distress lessens.
"NO!"
…
Asgore's eyes widen at the sudden outburst of the more often than not, lovely goat.
"I`m sorry… I… give me a minute" He does as asked. "Very well here it goes, no Asgore. I won't hold you responsible for MY actions, you advised me not to trust him, that is true, but I was the one to follow your words and not trust my child's"
*inhales*
*exhales*
"And as much as I would want to hold you responsible of this… this disaster. I won't. We have to make it up to Frisk and Chara, THAT is what matters right now."
"How Toriel?, how can we regain the children trust after blatantly refusing to acknowledge Chara and Frisk reasoning?. Frisk might be a child, a baby by our lifespan standards, but that child is the one we owe our freedom today, and now Chara's return to us. What he says and does should not be questioned. Never. Even worst, I knew those eyes filled with hope and determination… those eyes when we almost fought, they were not Frisk's… they were Chara's!" Asgore's voice broke in the last sentence, the guilt is too much, deep down he knew that the human male's claims on him murdering their little angel of mercy were true, may the sky forgive him so Toriel won't ask about the subject, he doesn't have it in himself to feign innocence any longer.
Toriel stares at him death in the eye and he is completely sure that today he dies.
"Now that you mention it… almost fought with him- with them? Wilson said that you killed Frisk nine times. Care to explain how in the world is that possible Asgore Dreemurr?" I question him. I give him a chance to clean his name, to try and excuse himself from the sin of harming my child.
Sometimes he forgets he is still soul bonded to the female and thus his emotions are shared through the link...
Also, The skies frown at the King of Monsters, it seems.
"I'm guilty"
No
"What?"
"I did kill them. Chara and Frisk… I—I remember Frisk crying… shouting at me, telling me to stop the fight because I had killed them on various occasions, I thought… I thought I dreamed it… I don't know how this happened, TORIEL PLEASE BELIEVE ME I THOUGHT IT NEVER HAPPENED!" The king's voice raise with despair, his paws muffle his sobs but the message came across. "I thought it was just a nightmare…" He barely audible says at the end.
The bond quivers as the goat man soul does.
NEVER IN MY LIFE I'VE FELT SO MUCH HATRED TOWARDS SOMEONE!
When we took different paths I promised to myself to wait for his kind heart to resurface from the deepest grief we felt after losing both of our children… But this? Frisk… my little, precious angel dying at his hands and then Frisk looking up at him FORGIVING HIM for what he did and sometimes calling him dad?
I feel my eyes blinding in rage.
Asgore Dreemurr
HP: 3480/3500
"H O W"
HP: 3460/3500
"D A R E"
HP: 3440/3500
"Y O U"
Asgore Dreemurr
HP: 3460/3500
*He won't fight back.
The king sobbed silently…
*Outdated Nokia ringtone*
My fireballs are put out for the moment.
I have NOT finished this.
I see the caller's ID and deem it worthy of my time.
"Hello Papyrus how can I help you?" My voice, as sweet as I can manage at the moment, answers the call. I decide to put it on speaker as to not to put it near my sensitive ears.
"… UHM AM I CALLING IN A 'NOT SO GOOD' MOMENT?"
Oh dear of course you would notice the undertone…
"Don't worry about it, I'm just having a… 'fired' conversation with Asgore."
*speaker groans*
"ha, ha, ha, yes tell me what can I do for you?"
"WELL, THERE IS THIS SOMETHING-" I glare at Asgore who is put out the flames that now décor his once upon a time white fur. "—ON THE T.V. RIGHT NOW THAT COULD BE BENEFICAL TO ALL OF US IN UNDERSTANDING OUR NEW FRIENDS!"
"…"
"Uhm Papyrus dear, you want me to watch something on the T.V.?"
"YES!"
"..On it…"
I turn the T.V. on and flicker through it until I see the face of a certain someone come from the appliance.
Notes: References: Victoria is the name of the longest reigning queen in the UK. Agni is the god of fire, messengers, and purification in the Hinduism mythology. It's the first time in the thousands of years they have known each other that Toriel raises her hand to hurt Asgore.
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