#muffet-spider

[✱ He reads over the note and seems rather pleased. It would be nice to hang out with his spider friend. With no fires involved. Those never happened. Don’t know what you’re talking about.

It was a cold winter’s day for Grillby. He, for once, wasn’t inside his Diner treating customers. No, he closed up shop early for today. He was holding a small box, wrapped up with beautiful wrapping paper and a nice red bow. He thought today would be a good day to visit his daughter in the Hotlands. She’d been doing so well from what he’d heard, he saw no reason to drop by and give her something nice for all her hard work. Although, Grillby would have most likely given her a gift even if she was struggling with her studies. Grillby soon walked up to the Riverperson, who was standing on their boat, waiting for passengers.

“Where to, Mr. Burns?” The Riverperson, asked.

“The Hotlands, if it’s not any trouble.”

“Of course not! Climb aboard!” Soon enough, Grillby did just that. He climbed upon the boat, and soon enough it was slowly going down the river. It was always nice to ride the ferry once and a while. It was very calming, and it was nice to see the Waterfall on the way to the Hotlands. Grillby had never really spoken with the Riverperson much, but they were nice to be around. Grillby was simply zoning out, watching the beautiful scenery as the ferry floated down stream.

“Beware the man who speaks in hands...” Grillby soon snapped back to reality as the Riverperson spoke, confused at what they had said. “I beg your pardon?” The Riverperson than giggled to themselves. “Oh, Nothing, Mr.Burns. I was just mumbling to myself.” Grillby was puzzled at what they had said. The man who speaks in hands? What did that mean? Grillby didn’t know what to say and...felt a strange sense of dejavu from what they had said. It was strange as a man speaking in hands sounded oddly familiar. Did he know this person at one point in time? Wasn’t there someone who was supposed to come into the diner who spoke in hands? Maybe, but nobody came into the diner who was like that...

Grillby shrugged off the statement and forgot about it. Soon enough the ferry ended up near the shore of the Hotlands. “Have a good day, Mr. Burns!” Grillby nodded and got off the ferry and began to walk towards the elevator of the Hotlands. He went in, selected the floor, and went out. He began walking towards Hessie’s house. Hopefully he would get there soon. He began to walk again, and passed by a table with a small piece of folded paper that read ‘Closed’. Grillby thought it was probably a stand for some sort of charity drive. It’s a shame too, he wouldn’t have minded throwing a couple of gold towards a good cause. Either way, he continued forward. Soon enough, everything grew darker. Was Grillby going in the right direction? Maybe he chose the wrong floor on the elevator. He continued forward, and soon enough got something stuck on his shoe.

Cobwebs? Luckily enough, he didn’t end up stepping on any spiders. Although he had a good idea of where he was now. He looked around for a while, to see if anyone else was around. Although he didn’t see anyone, he had a hunch that someone was their, and he knew just who it was and called out their name.

“...Muffet? Is that you?”

He was gone for about seven hours. Seven hours. Not even a third of a day. THIS is what happens when he’s not here to pull the strings? Pathetic.