Nothing was said as the two monsters padded across the snowy white pathway of  Snowdin, a gentle breeze playing through the down on Grillby's jacket. Sans padded beside him, his hands clenched into fists in his pockets, but he managed to appear happy, his smile spread wide as usual.

As they reached the restaurant Grillby stopped and looked to Sans with a peculiar smile, raising an eyebrow at him.

"What now?" Sans thought for a moment, haven't considering their options till now, and held up an open hand, winking at the bartender.

"I got this." He said in a mock superhero voice, and Grillby shook his head at his joke. Sans snapped his fingers and in a wisp of blue light, he was gone.

Darkness greeted him, and for a second the skeleton stumbled blindly about, constricted with fear until he collapsed against the all too familiar smoothness of the countertop. Shaking his head to clear his mind, he stumbled to where the front door was behind him, grumbling under his breath as he tripped on every chair leg and booth seat in his way.

When he reached the door, he felt around for its doorknob, sighing as he remembered that he could create a faint light. He snapped his fingers crisply in the dim expanse, and watched with curious white eyes as a small flame flustered to life at his fingertips.

Using its radiance, he quickly located the knob and unlocked it, snuffing the flame as he greeted Grillby with a cocky tilt of his head.

"Who's your daddy?"

"Definetly not you."

"What happened to bone daddy?" Grillby didn't answer but lowered his gaze, shadowing his glasses as he did. Sans felt a pang of guilt as he recalled how Grillby must be feeling about him. He let out a heavy sigh an held the door open.

"C'mon in, Grillbz. Welcome to Sanz." He chuckled as Grillby glance at him with a "are you kidding me" look, and walked on, flipping on the lights as he passes under the doorway. Sans narrowed his eyes at the light, memorizing the light switch's place for future reference.

"Come on in, I'll get you a drink." Grillby called over his shoulder as he took off his jacket amd threw it onto the counter, pushing open the door to the kitchen, letting it swing behind him. Sans nodded absently, and approached his stool, pulling it out and moving to sit.

A loud thudding alerted Grillby as he was using his fire to light the furnace, looking up from where he was crouched in the maintenance room.

"Sans?" He asked wearily, fixing his glasses as he stood, his vest uncrinkling as he did. He made his way through the now brightened kitchen and peered through the door, his brow creased.

"This isn't funny, Sans. Quit joking around." When he didn't get an answer, he crept around the counter and felt his soul quiver as an icy grip of fear constricted it. Lying on the floor was an unconscious skeleton, with ice creeping over the front of his jacket. Above his soul.

ITS SHORT I KNOW. heheheh shut up me. Next chapter coming in.. 3.. 2... 1... and........ whenever im done with it.