#grillbitty

You were pretty tired lately, after having to work so hard and even take on longer shifts, so when the weekend finally came grillby was sure to wake up extra early and sneak away from his normal sleeping spot warming the crook of your neck. Now, he was ready and staring up at your kitchen.

...which was much larger then he remembers now you weren't here to help him, like always. No matter, nothing was going to stop him from making you something delicious- eggs on toast would do the trick. Sounds easy enough.

Splat-

He watched in silence as the second egg landed on the ground, just a few feet away from the first.

It wasn't so hard for him to open the fridge, not with all the ropes and ladders you had there just for him, but apparently it was a lot harder to get out while holding an egg thats nearly the same size as he was. He didn't let it discourage him as he went determinedly back to the carton for another, your encouraging words echoing through his head. You always were so patient with his independence, something he greatly appreciated. You were going to be very proud of him when you woke up.

Third time was the charm it seems, as he finally made it safely back onto the bench. Because of it's size he basically had to hug the egg as he walked, leaving him looking somewhat like a small duckling as he waddled across the counter, trying desperately not to trip.

The other ingredients were a lot easier to get, and thankfully a pan was already near him on the drying rack from last night. After having to drag it painfully slow all the way to the stove he gave himself a good minute to catch his breath, flames flickering at each huff. He didn't anticipate just how much walking this would involve, and going back and forth through your kitchen was taking it's toll on his tiny legs. But, he didn't let himself stop for too long, knowing if he wanted this to be a surprise he had to hurry up the pace.

Grillby had to stand on the tip of his shiny, leather shoes to juuuuust reach the lever on the toaster, pushing down with all his strength until it finally clicked into place. He may be a fire elemental but he knows from experience how easy it was to burn toast. You were always more then happy to just scrape off the black bits with a knife, but that wasn't good enough for him. In his mind, you deserved no less then perfection!

Besides, while that was toasting it left him more time to fry the egg. He brought it to the ridge of the pan with his steady hands, watching in deep concentration, and ever so gently gave it a little tap.

...Okay, maybe it needs just a bit more force and-tap!

He huffed in frustration, how convenient it was that the eggs won't break now he actually wants them to! He took a deep breath and stepped back from the stove, tightening his grip before running towards the pan with a fierce 'Crack' as the egg oozed out messily from the shell.

His flames gave a soft hiss as the whites covered his hands, but he merely brushed it off on his apron, most of it got in the pan anyway.

He didn't have the stove on, you always made sure you were the one to do that, but surely it wasn't necessary now. Stove? please, he was made of fire. Grillby confidently squared his feet, reached out both hands in front of him in a tight fist and hit the pan with a long, strong burst of pure flames! . . .

oh.

He may have underestimated the flammable qualities of eggs and butter- because the entire pan was now lit with flames nearly as tall as he was.

...Maybe that was why you never let him do this alone before.

The pan kept on burning and he was seized with a sudden panic, he didn't know how to put fires out! He scrambled for the spatula, all he could think to do was patting out the flames, or something?! The usual grace you're seen your bitty carry himself with was completely forgotten as he tried, in vain, to walk straight when the huge spatula in his arms was throwing him out of balance.

Pop! The spatula tumbled out his his hands in a clatter on the ground as the toaster made him jump. His flames flickering wildly with stress, now what should he do? what could he do??

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP The loud, piercing cry of the fire alarm made his little heart sink... this is not at all how he wanted this morning to go.

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You woke up with a start, your head already throbbing from the noise in your apartment.

What the hell was that? Why was it so damn loud?...

WAIT IT WAS MEANT TO BE LOUD- That was definitely your fire alarm! You searched through your sheets in a panic, where was Grillby?! You guys needed to get out of here!

When it was clear he wasn't with you, you all but tumbled out of bed in your hurry to find him.

"Grillby?!" you called, running through your little hallway. When you made it to your kitchen a pan on the stove was burning wildly and immediately caught your eye, but it wasn't the fire you were looking for. Your Grillby was next to it, looking up at you half in panic and the other half in undeniable guilt.

Without wasting a moment, youquickly grabbed a pan lid, using it to snuff out the flames in the pan in seconds.

You gave a deep, relieved sigh, coughing slightly as you tried to fan away the smoke that lingered above the stove with your hand.

Well, crisis averted.

-BEEP BEEP BEEP- You held your head with a groan, your temples now throbbing in time with the alarm.

Grillby, who hasn't said a word, hovered around you anxiously as you climbed on the kitchen counter, stretching on your toes to reach the little button to shut off that damn noise. There, much better.

With two feet firmly on the ground you then turned your attention to the little fire-starter with your hands reating firmly on your hips, and grillby shrunk down at your stern look.

"y'know, for a fire monster, your fire safety skills are seriously lacking"

He didn't meet your gaze, keeping his eyes locked firmly on the ground as he anxiously fiddled with the hem of his apron.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident... I just wanted to cook you breakfast" His flames lowered to a mere flicker and your eyes immediately softened at the sight.

You sighed, a slight smile making its way across your face. "It's alright, no harm done"

You lent down and left a gentle kiss on the top of your bitties head, the heat of his flames leaving a light tingle on your lips as you drew away. "As much as I appreciate the thought, next time just let me help alright? one fireman will do me just fine~"

Yellow glowed at his cheeks, but he nodded eagerly in agreement, meeting your smile with a timid one of his own.

"how about we try that breakfast again, shall we?" you held out a hand, and grillby climbed on without hesitation.