"Are you feeling better, Sans?" Papyrus asked.

"A little, yeah," Sans said, taking in a breath.

The two skeletons were sitting inside of their house, on their couch. Across from them, the T.V had been replaced by a vase of yellow flowers. It had brought up bad memories for Sans, so they sold it so he wouldn't be reminded of Mettaton. And, since there was no other shows, it didn't really benefit them anymore anyway.

Papyrus was glad that Sans agreed with his idea, that meant that Sans was going to think about his ex date less and give him more room in his mind for his brother!

But, those friends of Sans were really starting to get annoying. He was starting to lose his patience with them. Sure, he didn't want Sans to go insane, but his friends were driving him insane.

He had to find a way to get rid of them.

Luckily for Toriel, Sans hadn't told Papyrus about their little hugging session, so he didn't want to kill her as much as he did Mettaton.

But, he still wanted her away from his Sans.

A knock suddenly sounded on the door, making them both turn towards it with different expressions. Sans smiled at the door while Papyrus frowned, holding back a growl that threatened to ring out into the silent air.

Oh, who now?

Sans stood up from the couch and walked over to the door, quickly turning the doorknob. Grillby was standing there with his hands in his pockets, smiling down at Sans.

"Hello Sans," Grillby said before looking over at Papyrus, "Oh, Papyrus, hello. I'll be taking Sans to my restaurant, I wanted to help him with... You know, the thing that happened last week."

"Is this why you were in you're phone so much the last couple of days?" Papyrus asked, narrowing his eye sockets.

"Yup," Sans said.

"I apologize if it inconvinced you," Grillby apologized, "We've been planning this for a few days. I'll just be taking him to my restaurant to give him dinner and to talk, I promise I'll return him home."

"Of course," Papyrus said.

"Bye Bro," Sans said, waving goodbye before shutting the door.

Papyrus slammed his fist down onto the table, multiple cracks exploding from underneath his hand. This wasn't fair. He already killed two people who loved Sans, how many more had a crush on him?

Either way, they all would crumble under him.

~~~~~~

Grillby smiled at Sans, who was eating French fries smothered in ketchup. The bar was empty, since they were both there after it's closing hours.

"How you've been getting over it in the last two weeks?" Grillby asked him.

"I've been doing better, it doesn't hurt as much anymore," Sans sighed, "It's just upsetting, knowing that there's a murderer out there and I can't do anything about it."

"Yes, it is frustrating," Grillby agreed, leaning against his fist, "But I'm sure Undyne will be able to stop them. She is quiet powerful."

"Yeah, she probably will," Sans said, "And hopefully sooner rather then later. I don't want any more monsters hurt."

"No monster does," Grillby said, "Except for the murderer, obviously."

"Wow, what pleasant topics you're talking about," Sans commented, chewing on the edge of a fry.

"Well, you haven't said any puns, so I'm kind of concerned," Grillby suddenly changed the topic, "I was trying to get your mind on the positive side of this situation, that they'll be caught."

"That's the problem," Sans sighed, setting down the fry, "I just have a bad feeling about all of this. Like they won't get caught, and that something is coming. I don't know, I just feel uneasy about all of this."

"The person you liked was killed," Grillby said, "Of course you'd feel queasy."

"Well, he wasn't the only person I like..." Sans muttered, looking away with a blush growing on his skull, "I like a couple more people..."

"Are one of them... Me?"

They both looked awkwardly at each other, blushes intensifying on their faces.

"...Maybe..." Sans muttered.

The flame monster reached over the table and grabbed the skeleton's hands in his, combining their fingers. Sans looked up at him, his eye sockets widening from the sudden move.

"I know what just happened, and that this probably isn't a good idea," Grillby said, "But, I've liked you for awhile, Sans... And I'm wondering if you'd like to get to know each other better."

"Um, I don't think I'm ready to start dating yet because of, you know what... But yeah, I would like to do that," Sans said.

Little did he know of the skeleton leaning against the bar doors, his face covered by a shadow as he listened to their muffled conversation.

~~~~~~

Grillby felt better after their talk.

After he and Sans had agreed on a day to hang out again, they decided to turn in for the night, sharing a quick hug before departing. Grillby had to deliver a package for his niece, so he had to make his way through waterfall to hotland.

He hated waterfall, it could easily kill him with one slip up. Water was deadly to him, which was pretty obvious.

There was this one walkway that even a misplaced step could result in his death. So he had to tread carefully, and made it about halfway through it before he saw a figure walk up to him.

"Oh, Papyrus, I thought you were at home," Grillby said.

"I was," Papyrus said, "But I wanted to talk to you."

"Oh, sure," Grillby said, uneasily eyeing the water.

"Sans is mine," Papyrus said sweetly, grinning at Grillby.

"Hm?" Grillby asked, looking away from the water.

"Sans is mine," The brother said more firmly.

A bone flew from the left, striking Grillby's side head on. He staggered for a tad before falling to his right, landing in the large pool of water in a splash. His muffled screams could be heard as he dissolved into dust. A few moments later, his tie drifted to the top with dust, evidence that he had died.

That wasn't too difficult, in Papyrus' opinion.