The coffee shop welcomed you with an unusual atmosphere. You weren't sure how to describe it, but it wasn't good. You were expecting something utterly shitty to happen.

Looking for your usual seat, you turned and saw it. You rushed to it, set down your coat and bag to mark your spot, and walked to the bathrooms in the back. You heard the door ring, meaning someone opened it. You looked behind you and it was Sans. He noticed your bag and coat, and sat down at the table. You sighed and walked into the ladies restroom, softly shutting the door.

It was silent, and you smiled. You liked staying in the bathroom because it was silent. Nobody uses the bathrooms in this coffee shop because of a rumor (that you started, but nobody knows,) going around. It was too gruesome to even think about.

You took out your phone and checked the time. 10:13 AM. You jumped when you heard a toilet flush and a stall open. You almost dropped your phone, but instead you threw it upwards in a result of being scared, and it hit the ceiling. "Oh my!!" You heard a girl exclaim. You had caught your phone with the tip of your fingers and looked at it's now cracked screen. You looked at the girl, who was a fire monster. Pink, to be exact.

"I-I'm sorry! I just had to hurry..." She reached into her purse and took out a heaping amount of G. "Here's some money to buy a new phone." You hesitantly took the G and put them in your pockets slowly. "I just have to meet my boyfriend at the park today, and I'm a bit late..." She washed her hands, without fizzling out. (It kind of weirded you out that the fire monsters were water resistant.)

"Ooh, who's the lucky sucker?" You said, making the girl giggle. "You know that bar? Grillby's? That's where I met him. He's actually the owner!" She smiled. "Grillby's really nice..." She kept rambling.

You fucking knew that orange, fire crackling fuck was cheating on you from the moment you saw that girl kissed him.

"What time was the meeting?" You questioned.

"10:15!" She smiled. You checked your watch. "It's 10:17." You smirked. She coughed, gripped her bag, and practically ran out. You reached to turn the water off. You decided to text Grillby. Good to use it now before replacing it. The phone was almost dead anyway, and the screen had almost made it untouchable.

Almost. You decided to risk it.

You asked where he was, and he said he was at his home, which you now knew was fucking bullshit. That poor girl doesn't even know that you two are, no wait, were dating. You only texted him 'we're done, sorry.'

And boy, was he pissed.

He asked questions, like who the other person you've been seeing was. He even asked where you were, but you didn't answer him. You didn't feel like dealing with another disaster after your phone, which just ran dead. So much for calming down in the bathroom. You guessed you could just hang out with Sans since you two are... official.

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