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You made your jolly way to Grillby’s, humming a chipper tune. From the distance you could see a familiar warm golden glow, notifying you that you were almost there.
When you opened the door, warmth immediately engulfed you, making your shoulders slump and relax. You wiped the snow off of your shoes on the mat placed by the entrance, and waved back at the humans and monsters that called out your name.
Sans introduced some friendly peeps to you, back when you used to go to Grillby’s regularly for food. Nowadays, you were forced by Gaster to cook your own food, real food, for at least 4 days a week. Ugh, yeah. You joked about being able to live off of cereal, and toasted Pop-Tarts without breaking the “make your own food” rule, but you just dug your own grave by doing so. So now you were banned from eating them for meals other than breakfast. Way to go you.
Anyways, at first it made you kind of anxious to be around so many people that knew your name and existence, but you quickly got used to it since they were such a friendly bunch. You wondered why you never saw any problematic people in the bar, but you could only guess that Grillby kicks them out with the help of his customers. (Some of them looked like they could knock out a person with a single flick.)
Almost everybody was nice and friendly, except for this one guy that had catlike features and orange fur. He always sat by the corner, mumbling about not trusting cute girls, and “Assaton” or something. Maybe you should try to strike up a conversation with him, to cheer him up.
You heard that it took about three month for humans to start going into the bar. At that time people were still unsure of monsters, but now two fifths or more of the population in the bar were humans.
You were really glad that many people accepted monsters (as they should), although there sadly were still groups of people that opposed them.
You chatted a little with the group of dog monsters, and petted them while trying not to gush over their cuteness. (Lesser dog was secretly your favorite.) You said goodbye, and continued on with your main mission/quest.
You saw Sans sitting by the bar, so you made your way towards him and sat down on one of stool next to him. “Hey Sans.” You greeted.
“hey kid.” He nodded, raising a bottle of ketchup.
You took off your winter coat, and placed it on your lap. “So what's up?”
“nothing much. papyrus went to hang with undyne so I came here for a drink.” He shrugged. “you? i know you’re not the one to drink, so what are ya doin’ here?” He raised a brow.
“I have something to do. You’ll see.” You winked. You turned and waved at Grillby who was wiping a glass on the other side of the bar. “Hey Grillbs, nice seeing you here.”
He walked towards where you were; his flames dragging back as he moved. He gave you a look, as if he were saying, “Of course you’ll see me here, I own this place.” He then took out a small notebook and pen, and looked at you expectedly.
“Oh, I’m not ordering anything. I came here to ask you something.” You confessed. You leaned forwards with your crossed arms resting on top of the bar table.
Grillby looked at Sans and tilted his head, wordlessly asking if he knew what you were you up to, but Sans shrugged equally as clueless.
“Are you free this Saturday, to hang out?” Sans grin grew, realizing what you were trying to do. “I don’t know if you know him, but Gaster’s coming too.”
Grillby shook his head, and pointed at the florescent neon sign. You were well aware that his bar was open 7 days a week, but that didn't stop your plan.
“Oh. Right....” You sighed. “I forgot to mention that Frisk was coming too, but I guess that doesn't matter. I should tell Frisk that you’re too busy to hang out… They were looking forward for it too.” That was a blatant lie, you never made any plans with Frisk but you had to take advantage of Grillby’s soft spot for that kid.
“...I should take a break.” He said quietly after.
Plan success. You hid your mischievous grin behind your hand.
“Really? So you can go?” Grillby nodded. “Awesome! Thanks Grillby! I really didn't want to see Frisk sad.” Sans was trying to hide his large grin, by pretending to drink from the bottle of ketchup. You kicked his leg under the table, warning him not ruin your plan. “Actually, you know what? Could I get some fries to take home?”
Grillby nodded, and went to the kitchen.
“So you’re tryina to hook Grillby and Gaster up?” Sans asked amused.
“Shhhh. He might hear you.” You looked at the door to the kitchen. “Yeah I am. But do you know if he’s into guys?” You whispered.
Sans bursted out laughing. “You’re doin’ all this, even though you dunno if he's into guys in the first place?”
You slapped his back. “Even if they don’t end up getting together, he could potentially become good friends with Gaster.” You huffed.
“No need to be violent kid.” He winced and rubbed his back. “If they do end up dating, Grillby’ll light up Gaster’s world.” He wiggled his eyebrows, making you snort.
“Yeah, he’ll surely warm his heart.” You joked back, wiggling your eyebrows back.
“Nice one.” Sans high fived you, with eyes squinting from his large grin.
Just then, Grillby came back and handed you a paper bag containing your wonderful hot fries. “Thanks.” You gave him your money, and told Grillby you’ll text him the time to meet up later.
After you said goodbye to them, you put on your coat and made your way out, back to the cold. You had to message with Frisk about the plan now, but that's fine. You were pretty sure Toriel wouldn't mind.
Mission success.