#ul!grillby

Sans sat up in bed, rubbing his eye sockets with soft yawn. If only waking up wasn’t as such a bitch as going to sleep. He slouched some on the mattress, looking around the room, only to be surprised it was rather bright. In fact, it didn’t even remotely resemble his room at all.  

“Oh yeah,” he chuckled to himself, realizing the small mistake. “My dumb ass.” He looked over the side of the bed, reaching for his clothes that had been strewn about carelessly the night before. He quickly pulled on his jacket and shorts, giving another yawn as he went to the bathroom to check his appearance. A mess as always, but fuck if he wasn’t a hot mess at that. After a few seconds of quick checking, he made a funny face to his reflection before walking out of the room.

Sans wasn’t exactly the type to spend the night at another’s home, thus explaining the mix up. No, he was a bit more informal; once the fuck was over, he usually dipped out at the first chance he got. It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle emotional attachment or opening up (which he couldn’t, by the way), it was just how things were in the Underground. Those who stuck around and tried to bond were considered clingy. God have mercy on his brother, then. Other AUs may find it pointless or just plain stupid for such a thing to exist, and for the most part, Sans completely agreed with them. But, on the other hand, they could just blow him for all he cared.

The small skeleton looked at the direction of the door, wondering if he should face the host of the house for the first time. He didn’t remember much of last night; there were ketchup shots and tears, from what he recalled. Not a good mix. Still, he knew a certain someone would be rather upset should he leave. So, instead, he gathered his strength and walked out of the room, and into the hall. Aligning the walls were family pictures, surprisingly enough. Most of them were of a monster and his kid, while a few were of a female he’d never met before. He wondered silently if she was ever the jealous type.

Sans braced himself as he walked the unfamiliar house, before coming to the kitchen, where he smelt food. Fuck, his mouth was salivating already. He grabbed the edge of the wall, slowly poking his skull to peak behind it.

Grillby, dressed in rather modest looking clothing, humming to himself as he made breakfast. From prior knowledge, he knew fire monsters didn’t eat regular magic foods, as they preferred to stick strictly to alcohol. Sans felt his soul warm a slight bit, finding the feeling comforting, but also new and uncomfortable. He could still bail out now if he wanted to. Grillby would understand. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.  

Sans went back to the room he had awoken in, looking for his phone so he could leave without having to face Grillby. However, as he continued to search, it became increasingly apparent that his phone wasn’t even in the room. A faint memory flashed in his mind of tossing his phone onto the kitchen counter as he was fighting to get his jacket off. Fuck. Maybe he could take a short cut while Grillby wasn’t looking, snatch it up, and just dip.

However, it was becoming obvious to Sans that he may just have to suck it up and go talk to him.

Grillby looked up slowly from his phone as he saw Sans enter the room, a calm grin on his skull as always. The skeleton could spot a small smile appearing on his face as he gestured to a plate of food. “Glad to see you’re still alive,” he chuckled. “I made you some food.”

Sans gave a small smile, sitting down at the table. “Thanks, Grillbz,” he sighed, still tired from a long night. As he began to chow down, he took notice of the other’s surprisingly concealing clothing once again. He had never seen the fire monster in anything that didn’t scream “fuck me on the bar counter” before, so it was a new sight to him. The flame must have caught Sans’ staring, as he couldn’t help but chuckle again. “I had a great time last night,” he hummed, putting down his phone to look up at his lover.

Sans stopped for a moment, looking down at his food. This was usually the part where he was supposed to lie and they would move on with their lives. Maybe arrange another session if they felt up to once. But now, Sans didn’t feel as though he had to keep lying. For now, at least. “I had a great time, too,” he admitted, looking up at Grillbly with a smile. The monster returned it, getting up to stroll over to Sans and stand behind him. The skeleton nearly flinched when he felt him unexpectedly touch his clavicle, but he was able to stop himself. Things were getting awkward again. He just quickly finished up his food and got up, ready to just say goodbye and make a quick escape to the exit. Grillby watched him silently as he made his way over to the couch, sitting with his legs crossed. He pat the seat beside him, inviting Sans over.

Sans clenched his phone tightly, looking back at the exit before gazing at Grillby. Alright, time to use the classic “Papyrus is sick” excuse. Works every time. “Listen, I…” he started, the lie already fully formed in his mind. However, it seemed to catch on his voice when he looked down at his phone to check the time. He had one unread message.  

‘I’M PROUD OF YOU, BROTHER.’

The other monster tilted his head. “Yes?” The skeleton looked at him for a few moments, before giving a wry smile and going over to sit next to him.  

Grillby sighed contentedly and gently wrapped an arm to bring his little skeleton closer. Sans could feel that warm feeling again. He was starting to take comfort in it by now, finally finding himself being able to leaning against and relax into his partner. They stated like this for a couple of minutes, the smaller monster finding the silence and crackling flames rather soothing for once.

“I open up the nightclub in a few hours,” Grillby informed him, breaking the calming silence. “Would you like to… do something until then?” Sans was silent, thinking to  himself. Usually he’d just say yes in his usual compliance. But now, he felt as though he could be honest.