A Sniper Meets A Dancer
Grillby awoke to the static of his TV. Groaning, he got up and turned off the television. He glanced at his window, just daybreak. He had time to take a shower this morning, maybe even shave. Grillby wasn't sure how he had stubble on his flame face, but it was there and needed to be taken care of. He ran a hand through the flames atop his head and went to take a shower. It was a lava shower, but it did wonders for those who could stand it. After the quick wash, he began on his face (afternoon shadow was a definite probability now). He felt casual today, today was a business trip to the Spider's Web, so Grillby stuck with a white button-up with brown suspenders and black dress shoes. Chuckling to himself he went downstairs, to do one last check-up before he left. The sun had already risen by now and Gaster waited with his boys at the bar. Gaster's head picked up when he saw his friend in that get-up.
"What's with the clothes, Grillb?" He asked. Gaster himself, wore a neatly pressed black suit with matching pants and shoes.
"Business trip. Care to join, I need a small crew just in case things get ugly." Grillby answered, already cleaning most of the bar.
"Not today old friend, I'm on the brink with this new invention."
"Oh, I see. What about the boys? They're old enough." Grillby motioned to the skele-bros who were already setting up the stage.
"I don't see why not." Gaster turned his head, "Boys! Grillby would like you two to accompany him on a short business trip!"
Papyrus was the first to get to his father, "I would love to!" His unwavering grin seemed to spread wider, something Grillby didn't think was possible.
Sans walked up, slower, "You sure, Grillbz? I mean, why us? Why not Undyne?"
"Undyne is, well, trigger happy. This shouldn't have any violence involved, just a simple money collection." Grillby answered, looping his thumbs into his suspenders.
"Well, in that case. I'm in!" Sans stated.
"But do bring guns, just incase. Muffet has quite the temper. Maybe something small, a simple revolver." Grillby said before heading towards the door.
The skele-bros each opened up the right side of their blue and red coats, "Always." Sans said simply.
The group arrived to the Spider's Web a few minutes later, it wasn't that long of a walk but with the empty morning streets they decided on a cab. After paying the cabbie Grillby turned to the boys, "Okay, let me do the talking. If I disappear keep an eye on the front door. And don't get distracted, I hate to admit it but Muffet actually has some good dancers. Got it?" The bros nodded their heads in unison and they went in. Grillby instantly went to the back room, and Sans and Papyrus sat at the bar. There was a little ghost bartender, who seemed nervous at their arrival, but still asked what they would like.
"Lightest alcohol you got, it's still noon." The shorter said and took out a crossword.
"I'm not thirsty, thank you." Pap said and looked onto the stage. The lights had dimmed so the tall skeleton expected a show. And a show did come, two figures stepped from behind the curtain. Both robots, but the taller wearing a tight pink dress with a matching boa and heels. The other had on a much looser black dress, white leggings, gloves, and flats. The black dress one seemed to glide across the stage as the taller one sang some song while a blue bunny played piano. The song went like this;
"If you got romance on your mind,
If you like to stroll hand in hand,
If you want to cuddle in the moonlight,
And whisper, 'Ain't love grand?'" The robots voice was so soft and, if Papyrus was being honest, very sexy. Sans caught him staring at the robot on stage and lightly pushed him.
"Come on dude, Grillby said to focus. And I'm sure he didn't mean the show."
"Uh huh, I'm focused." Pap whispered.
They continued with, "Baby, count me out." and sent a wink over the crowd.
The tall skeleton mentally swooned and Sans grumbled, "Stupid, hopeless romantic."
"Here's your drink, sir. Oh, he's looking at Mettaton?" The tender said.
"Ya, anything with a nice voice, Pap will fall for it." Sans took a swig of the drink, light beer.
"Well, let me tell you. My cousin, Met is a drag queen. Though he sells it pretty well, don't he?"
"Whoa really? Never would've guessed with that voice, honestly. What's your name by the way?"
"I'm Napstablook, but everyone just calls me Blook. Nice to meet you…"
"Sans. Sans Font." he took another swig. The song has ended by now.
"Oh, there's gonna be a break in between each song. So now's a good time to get your brother back to earth." With that Blook floated away to another costumer.
"Man, that ghost is a good actor. Looked so scared when we first sat down." Sans said to himself and turned to Pap, but he was already gone. "Oh god, Pap! Where did you go?" Sans looked towards the stage just in time to see Papyrus disappear behind the stage curtain. "Shit!" Sans yelled and slammed some money on the bar.
"Eh-hello?" Papyrus whispered once the curtain fell behind him. The stage was just a bit bigger than the one at his job. The only instrument was a piano, long and black. There was some movement further down the stage, so Papyrus decided to follow it. Some giggling came from that direction, causing Pap to slow down and quietly look around the corner. The two performers were laughing while the shorter one told a joke. But Pap's attention was once again stolen by the tall and pink mystery singer. Their voice was very feminine, but the other dancer was using male pronouns when describing what he had down during her joke story. Pap listened in, trying to hear exactly they were joking about anyway.
"Then you fucking slapped that cad right outta his chair." She spoke with a slight London accent, Pap was surprised by the sudden language but it really wasn't that different to what he would say when his prized spaghetti fell out of his hands. "Man, was he surprised to find you were a guy! Bet he regretted slapping your arse." They laughed some more, so the dancer was a guy, but what was his name?
"Oh, Tok, darling. You really mustn't use such language when describing my interactions." He said, covering his mouth so giggles couldn't escape, so the girl's name was Tok. "It didn't go exactly like that."
"Come now, Met! The look on your face was pure fucking rage, that piece of shit probably wet himself." Tok said, his name was Met! Pap was very excited to have finally learned the mystery dancer's name, so excited in fact he failed to see that the two had noticed him.
"Well, hello darling!" Met said getting up and strutting over to Papyrus, who nearly whimpered at the sudden closeness of the handsome dancer. "Are you lost?"
All Pap could do was nod his head. "Well, at least he's honest." Tok said, leaning over the couch they were previously sitting on. In place of the dress she had worn earlier, she now wore a white button-up that wasn't button all the way so it left little to the imagination. Pap blushed and looked away. "Hmm, and pretty decent too. Maybe we shouldn't report him to Muffet."
"I j-just wanted to, umm," the skeleton stuttered, "get your autograph! Yes, uh, I really liked the show and it is my first time coming here so I wanted to remember it with a little something." Luckily Papyrus always had some crumpled paper in his jacket, but un-luckily upon taking it out of the jacket he slightly revealed his small gun. Met had pinned him in an instant with some super strength, Papyrus didn't even struggle.
"Well, well, well, looks like we have a little rat here." Tok said, jumping over the couch, once again revealing her lack of clothing as she was only wearing tights. Thought with the sudden movement of both dancers, the skele-shooter saw the parts of their faces that their hair had previously hidden. Tok had her hair in front of her left eye and Met's on his right, or lack thereof more like. Tok was completely missing her eye, with just an empty socket with some wiring sticking out. And Met had something in place of his eye, but it looked more like a scanner than anything else.
"N-no!" Papyrus suddenly said, just now understanding why Met was pinning him against a wall. "It's not what it seems! I always have a gun on me, f-for protection. It's a dangerous city after all" He explained. Met looked to Tok, who nodded, and he let Papyrus go.
"Well, darling," Met said, "since you are new here, we'll explain Ms. Muffet's rules. One: No guns, under any circumstance. Only knives." Met smiled and pulled up his dress to reveal several knives held against his iron leg, Pap blushed again (Why did this keep happening? He didn't even have blood!) "Two: No one allowed backstage except staff. And three: Those who do stumble back here without permission must be punished."
"Okay Mettaton, I think you've scared him enough." Tok spoke up.
"You're name is Mettaton?" Papyrus asked. Met nodded.
"I call him Met for short, and only I do that. Now, what's your name bone-man?"
"P-Papyrus Font." He almost whispered. Met instantly let him go.
"Like, of the Font bros?" Tok asked and Pap nodded. "You rat! You work for Grillby, that no-good son of a bi-"
"TOK!" a new voice yelled out. The party of three turned around to see Muffet standing with four of her arms crossed, Grillby stood there with a shorter skeleton.
"Oh, Ms. Muffet. Met and I were just taking care of this kind skeleton." Tok said, quickly trying to explain herself. Muffet held up two of her hands and motioned Papyrus over.
"You work for Grillby, yes?" She asked, Pap nodded once again, "Your brother had to come to my office just to ask about you."
Upon saying this, the shorter skeleton rushed and quickly hugged his brother, "Oh, Pap. Of all the dumb things you've done, this is up there."
"I'm sorry, Sans. I got distracted again." Pap kneeled down to his brother's level and hugged him back.