You wore a large hoodie and sweat pants as you and Sans walked to Grillby's new shop on the surface. You were hiding the scars that ran up and down your arms, along with the sore spots on your legs. Your parents were very abusive and heartless.

"*are you sure you wanted to walk, kid?" Sans asked with his hands in his pockets lazily. "Yeah. It's a nice day out." You replied as your arms swayed with every step you took. "*you look more tired than me. *i'm being serious." Sans said as the two of you walked in.

"..."

You were silent as you shoved your hands into your pockets. You both then sat down at the two stools near the counter as Grillby cleaned a cup. "*hey grillbz." Sans greeted as Grillby looked over. You laid your arms on the counter top as you yawned into your hand.

Grillby looked over as Sans frowned. "*kid. *you need sleep." Sans stated. You shook your head as you lazily smiled. "Nah. I just need to hear your puns. They "knock me out senseless'." You said as Sans snickered. Grillby smiled as you yawned again.

~ Smol time skip ~

After some cups of soda and some food in your system, you were feeling better. Sans left to pick Frisk up from school as you played with your sleeve. You didn't  think Grillby was watching when you showed a scar from two days ago. Well, Grillby may like cleaning cups but, Grillby saw the scar.

You yelped in pain when Grillby slammed his hand on your wrist. Then he rolled up your sleeve to see more scars. Most were old, but the worst ones looked new. You had tears on the edge of your eyes as Grillby examined your arm. Grillby's glasses then met your eyes before he lifted his hand off your wrist.

You didn't know what to do until Grillby walked around the counter and towards your stool. Then he gently held your wrist and pulled your hand close to him. "(Y/n), who did this to you and why?" Grillby asked slowly and calmly.

You relaxed at Grillby's voice as you swallowed some invisible lump and tried not to look away. "M..my parents. I..It's nothing se..serious. I swear." You answered. Grillby, in the back of his mind, was thinking about arguing that you had terrible scars but decided not to.

Grillby lowered his head as your eyes widened. You swore you saw white orbs past his glasses. He had some blue on his face before he kissed you. You kissed back to only feel Grillby pull away after a few seconds. "As long as you promise." Grillby said.

You nodded before Grillby took you to the bathroom and treated the scars. By the time you both came back, you saw Sans and Frisk. "Sans. No." You growled as you pointed at him.

"Oh. I was thinking of the smoking time you two must of had!~"

"THAT DOES IT!"