***Hello, everyone! I am back, after assembling a bed, with another chapter. I don't have anything decent to say here, so Papyrus and Grillby belong to my man Toby Fox, Kabel belongs to me, and let's jump right in!

Chapter Twelve: Telling Him

After Papyrus' text, Kabel just laid there in the bed. Was this really what she had to deal with in the middle of the night? She put her phone down and sighed to herself.

It made her even more annoyed when her phone kept on buzzing. She turned it off completely, getting fed up as she put down her phone and got out of bed. She looked at Grillby, who was still sound asleep. Then, she reached into her purse, pulling out her cigarette box and lighter before she went to the bathroom connected to the bedroom.

She shut the bathroom door quietly and flicked on the lights. When she exhaled the first drag from her cigarette, it came out as a sigh. She sat on the counter. Partly because she wanted a place to sit, and party because her back was to the only mirror in the bathroom.

A small part of her wanted to check all of those texts. Maybe they weren't from Papyrus? They could've very well been from any other person. But who could've been sending texts at this hour? They had to have been out of their right mind.

Then again, I was never perfectly sane in the first place either, Kabel thought, lighting a second cigarette. When she finished smoking that one, she left the bathroom, turning out the lights.

She put her things away and laid down on the bed, wincing as her broken rib barely nudged the bed. She moved to where her head was against Grillby's chest.

When she felt his arms go around her was when she managed to go into a dreamless sleep.

XxX

The next day was the one day out of the week that Grillby's was closed.

So, Kabel woke up to the sound of cooking faintly downstairs. She rolled over in the bed and checked the time. 10:14 AM. So, she hauled herself out of bed and went down to the kitchen.

Sure enough, Grillby was making some breakfast. "Hey, what's on the menu?" Kabel asked as she walked over. "Well, I just started making pancakes. Question: do you have any other clothes besides your sweater and your jeans?" Grillby asked. Kabel looked down at herself. She had slept in her clothes.

"No, unless you count my work uniform," she said. "You can borrow some of mine. I'm a bit bigger than you, but the clothes will fit until you can get some more," Grillby said.

Kabel was a bit flustered by the offer as she went upstairs. Then again, she'd just shared a bed with the man, so wearing his clothes wasn't exactly unreasonable. She went to his closet and pulled out a pair of black pants and a white button-up.

As she took off her sweater, she saw the painful reminders of where she'd cut off her own rib and where Sans had hurt her. But they reminded her even more of how much of a liar she was.

She'd told more lies than she had the patience to count or the memory to recall. And she'd only ever come clean about them to her brothers. But, she had to tell one more person. And he was downstairs, cooking breakfast. Kabel changed into the white button-up and black pants, smoked a bit in the bathroom so she'd be somewhat calm as she poured out even a little bit of her past, and went downstairs.

"Hey," Grillby said. Kabel sat down at the table. "Breakfast almost ready?" she asked, her tone thick. "Yes. But you were in a good mood literally a few minutes ago. What's wrong?" Grillby asked.

Kabel kept her gaze on the table. "I'll tell you when you sit down," was all she said. Sure enough, it didn't take long to finish up breakfast. The strange couple had their pancakes in no time.

"So, what exactly is wrong?" Grillby asked.

So, Kabel launched into the story of her surface arrest. She could've smoked every cigarette in her bag, yet she couldn't make herself crazy enough to get into her Underground arrest. And she came clean about how she'd gotten kicked out of her house.

"And... would your broken rib have anything to do with this?" Grillby asked. Kabel felt her aforementioned injury ache more than normal. "Sans and I got into a fight. I burned his face, he broke my rib. Fair trade, apparently," she said.

Grillby was silent as he let that sink in.

"So you've got a smoke-addicted, jailbird of a broken girlfriend. If ya wanna kick me out, I'll go pack up my stuff," Kabel said. As she started to walk away from the table, she felt a warm hand grab hers.

"Wait," Grillby said. "What? You wanna dump me first before ya cordially show me out?" Kabel spat sarcastically.

"No. I still love you. And I want you to stay," Grillby said. He walked over to Kabel, taking both of her hands this time. She was happy, if not a bit embarrassed as well.

"Are you made of flames or made of cheese?" she asked. "Maybe a bit of both," Grillby replied.

He had to pick up Kabel to make up for the height difference, but he still kissed her.

XxX

After breakfast, Grillby had gone to shower. How someone made entirely of flames could shower was beyond Kabel. But when she saw all of the texts that had been sent to her, that was the last thing on her mind.

She read them all before her eye sockets widened and she could only get out three words to describe how she felt currently.

"Oh... my... God."

***Yep. Back-to-back cliffhangers. I'm cruel like that. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!