Everyone stared on at the two scientists and robot. Grillby was the first to speak. "Gaster? What are you doing here, and why have you released those… things?"
Gaster was about to answer, but Tok responded quicker. "These things are people's family, this one," she motioned to the Endogeny, "is even related to your hounds." Endogeny let out a low growl. "Oh sorry. Your friends, the dog guard."
One by one the dog guard lifted their heads and stared at the Amalgamation. "Mom?" Dogamy questioned.
"Cousin?" Dogeressa queried.
"Grandpa!" Doggo yelled with joy.
They struggled against the ropes, tails wagging excitedly. Tok looked at Muffet, "Let them out."
"Tok, are you sure?" The robot nodded. Muffet waved to NC and BP, they lifted the rope. Instantly, the dog guard ran to Endogeny. Grillby stood and brushed off his suit, Muffet still had one hand aimed at him, and Undyne stood up scowling.
"Grillby!" Tok shouted at the elemental. "I do believe you owe an apology for someone here."
Grillby looked at his rival, then to the robot. "I will admit this battle is stupid, but I certainly did not start it."
"Maybe not you personally, but you gang." Tok glanced over to the dog guard and smiled, Endogeny was bounding and playing with its family once again. Then she looked at Undyne.
"You are mistaken, Tik." Grillby straightened.
"It's Tok."
"Anth- Muffet here began this quarrel." He felt the gun push against his side, but he continued anyway. "I may have called the cease-fire, but she provoked Undyne and, in turn, provoked me. Which goes against our agreements."
"Bull!" Muffet proclaimed, and pulled the gun away. Not only did one of your skeletons shoot of one of my arms!"
"What!" Tok screamed.
"But you right fin man over there, provoked Mettaton."
"Ya that's right!" Mettaton joined in, standing proudly next to Muffet. "That over-cooked salmon was going to shoot me just because I wanted a simple date night with Papy."
"What did you call me tin-can?" Undyne screamed and ran at Mettaton.
"Undyne calm down." Grillby stopped her with his arm and he turned to the skele-bros. "Papyrus, is this true?" He nodded.
"No! They manipulated him! Pap, he doesn't really love you!" Undyne tried pushing past Grillby, but he stood his ground.
"Alphys," Tok said to the awestruck scientist, "can you calm her down?"
"Wh-what? Why me?" Alphys backed up, Gaster stopped her.
"You're charming. And you both have scales, maybe you're connected." Tok walked to Mettaton, "Figure it out, please."
"Uh, okay." Alphys slowly approached the enraged fish. "Um, excuse me? Undyne, right?"
She stopped her raging and turned to look at the small drake, there was a fire in Undyne's eyes that Alphys felt drawn to. "What?" Undyne snapped.
"Oh! Sorry, it's just, well-" Alphys started, but drew off.
"Spit it out already." Undyne demanded, but her voice was much softer now.
"Your spear-gun is really cool!" Alphys shouted, and she wasn't lying. She really did like the craftsmanship of it.
"Oh, ya it is really cool. Gaster made it for me." Undyne looked her over. "Hey, aren't ya the one who took over for him after he joined our crew?"
"Y-ya," Alphys sputtered out.
Undyne smiled, this drake was kinda cute. "I never got your name, by the way."
"It's Al-Alphys." She felt like she was going to faint.
"Well, Undyne," Grillby broke into their conversation, "now that you're calm down, thank you for that Alphys," Alphys nodded and went over to Tok. "perhaps you could tell us all what happened."
Undyne watched Alphys walk away and took a deep breath, "Fine. Pap was hanging around that robot for a while. I wasn't sure what his intentions were, so I guess I just shot first and asked questions never." She looked at Papyrus. "I'm sorry Pap, I just didn't want to lose ya."
"Undyne," Papyrus said, "I would never leave you. You're my friend after all! I just really, really like Mettaton. I was hoping you all would be understanding of it."
Grillby and Gaster smiled at the young skeleton, Gaster spoke first. "Son, I will always support what you do. I see no problem with loving someone, even if that someone happens to be an with Muffet." Gaster smiled over to the spider, to make sure she knew he meant that as a compliment.
"And," Grillby started, "you don't have to worry about that anymore, because I'm not calling the cease-fire." Everyone stared at him in confusion. "I'm calling a truce." Muffet gasped. Grillby turned to her and smiled, "So, Anthea, do you agree to the truce?" Grillby held out his hand.
Muffet hesitated for a second before she closed her hand with his. They smiled at each other. "Well, I guess that problem is solved," Muffet said, "anyone for drinks?"
"Ciro Grillby!" A voice echoed through the street, everyone stood straight and immediately turned towards the angry voice. Toriel was marching towards them all, Frisk keeping along with their hand in hers. Toriel reached them in no time and moved Frisk in front of her. "Ciro, please explain to me, why was Frisk locked in your room?" She wasn't screaming, but their was an edge to her voice that sent of shiver down him.
"We-we didn't want them to get involved with the fighting and such. We were keeping them safe, I swear."
"You couldn't have called me, at least!" Toriel's hands started to light up.
"Sorry! We were in a rush!"
While this confrontation was going on, Gaster and the skele-bros looked on. "Who is that, Pops?" Sans asked, intrigued as to why his boss was acting like that.
"That's Toriel, she's an old mobster like me. And she used to be Frisk's care-taker, but when she got a divorce with Asgore she couldn't take care of both Frisk and Asriel. So, kind of unwillingly, she gave them to us to look after." Frisk, at the moment, was communicating with Tok via sign-language. Sans returned his focus to Toriel, she actually looked really pretty despite being completely pissed at Grillbz.
Papyrus saw the look on his brother's face and smiled. Two others saw the look on Sans' face and they both wickedly smirked. Mettaton and Tok were going to have fun with this. "Hey Toriel, wanna hear a joke?" Grillby asked, in attempts to calm down Toriel. She paused and nodded. "What do you call a, umm, a skeleton with no friends?" Gaster covered his mouth to hide his grin.
"What?" Toriel asked, the fire in her hands extinguished now.
"Bonely!"
Toriel thought on that and then started laughing. Sans thought is was beautiful. Papyrus groaned at the bad pun and went over the Mettaton.
"Hello sweets," Mettaton greeted his love.
Papyrus took a deep breath, "Mettaton will you be my boyfriend?"
Mettaton as taken aback for a moment, but quickly wrapped his arms around Papyrus. "Yes! Paps, I would love to be your boyfriend!" Tok tapped Mettaton on the shoulder and whispered something into his ear. "Oh right, sorry dear but I must attend to something at the moment."
Both robots walked over to Sans, who now stood alone as Gaster went to talk to Grillby. "Hello Sansy," Tok greeted with a smirk.
"Don't call me that," Sans said while lighting a cig.
"Whatever," Mettaton said, "you owe us an apology."
"For what?"
"For shooting our Boss' arm off."
Sans' hand stopped for a moment, "Fine. I'm sorry."
"Mmm," Tok hummed in thought. "I don't think that's enough. What do you think Met?"
"No not enough, if I do say."
"Oh come on! What is it now? I said I was sorry." Sans sighed and leaned against a building wall. Some of the Amalgamations shuffled towards the trio but Tok waved them off for a moment. "Those things are kinda creepy, not gonna lie."
"You really think that?" Tok asked, forming an idea. Sans nodded as he took a drag. "Then it's your job to take then all back to their families."
Sans spit the cig out, "What?"
"Excellent idea, dear." Mettaton patted Tok's head.
"And if I refuse?" Sans challenged.
"We tell Toriel you have a little crush on her."
Sans blushed, was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Fine. But you better keep that info on the down low."
"Of course, Sansy. Bye-bye now. You have a lot of work to do."
Later on, at Muffet's café, everyone was chatting and enjoying the evening. Met and Tok were up on stage singing a fast song about swing music, Sans and Papyrus had joined them with their instruments, Undyne and Alphys were sitting at the bar chatting while Napstablook refilled their cups of water every few minutes, the dog guard were (of course) playing poker with the Endogeny, and Grillby and Muffet sat together off to the side of the café.
"I'm glad Toriel agreed to take Frisk to her café so we could celebrate," Grillby said, watching Tok and Met. He had a respect for those robots, standing up for themselves and what they knew was right even when everyone thought they were wrong.
"Yes, very kind of her," Muffet mumbled, staring at her glass.
"Anthea, are you alright?" Grillby turned his attention back to his old friend.
"I'm fine Ciro. It's just, do you remember when I used to perform on stage?"
Grillby smirked, "Of course I do. It's how we met. I was just an up and coming pianist, but you? Oh you could've performed anywhere you wanted." His hand found hers, they wrapped together.
"We were young then," Muffet sighed.
"I don't regret, just so you know."
"Nor do I. I'm just sad it took us this long to realize…" Muffet drew off.
"I agree." Grillby listened to the music for a second. "My dear Anthea, can I have this dance?"
Muffet looked up at him with a smile, "Anything for you, Ciro."
(A/N Well, that took longer. But I did get it to you guys by June, like I promised. One more to go, a little epilogue-type thing, and then I'm gonna ask you guys a question.)