(Grillby is one of my favorite UnderTale characters. Well, I like all of them, but he can provide food and warmth, both of which I like. He can cook and I just have to sit in the same room to get warm, and he could freak out my enemies because he's fire! Who wouldn't want a friend like that? Also, I just realized it's chapter 17 and this is only the second day most of them have met each other, this book is going to take awhile! Also also, I really enjoy writing this book, I always get a goof feeling in my chest and I start smiling like crazy, I really like this book and I think it's going to turn out great!)

"Oh, heya babe," Sans said, leaning against the wall as he answered his phone.

"Hey Sansy," A males voice rang through the phone, "I'm sorry I couldn't come, I wish I was able to go near water."

"It's fine, your too hot for it," Sans said, "I can come by your place later and we can go out."

"You mean I come to your house and bring food because you're too lazy to cook?"

"Sans, what about the challenge you offered?" Death asked Sans.

"You know me so well!" Sans giggled to his boyfriend, ignoring Alphys, Death, and Geno staring at him impatiently.

"What are you doing right now?"

"Tibia honest," Sans said the pun, earning laughter from his boyfriend and some from his group members, "We're just looking for Lusts shirt."

"What's with him and losing it?"

"It makes my day a lot, gives me lots of pranking opportunities."

"I love your pranks. Well, I shouldn't keep you on forever, I'll let you go now, have fun on your little cruise. See you later, love you."

"Love you too, bye."

Sans clicked on the screen, ending the call before returning the blue phone into his pocket.

"Are you done now?" Death asked, annoyed.

"Hm, let me think..." Sans dragged on the sentence, dramatically striking a pose as he looked up at the ceiling, "I suppose so, my young lad."

"L-Let's go, I-I'm tired of w-walking so darn m-much," Alphys stuttered.

Sans started to say a pun, but Geno reached over from Death's shoulder and covered his teeth with his bones.

"Now isn't the time, Sans," Geno said, "If I laugh too much I might hit my head on a wall."

"Fine, no puns, for now," Sans said, holding up his hands before sitting down.

"...What are you doing?" Geno and Death asked at the same time, Death wiggling his eyebrows at Geno in response and Geno blushing.

"I'm too tired for this," Sans muffled voice said, "Too much work. I walked for too long, that's enough exercise for a week. I'm dead now."

"H-He'll find us e-eventually, l-let's go," The only female in the group said.

"We aren't supposed to be leaving our partners, unfortunately," Geno muttered, narrowing his eyes at Death.

"W-Well, I'm not c-carrying Sans, anyone e-else?" The lizard asked.

"I'm carrying my Fiancé though," The cloaked skeleton said, earning a shrieked "WHAT?" from Geno, who then proceeded to pass out from embarrassment with a flushed skull.

Death looked over and poked the limp skeletons face before saying, "Alphys, I think I broke him."

"Our t-team is falling a-apart, g-great." Alphys stuttered, adjusting her glasses with shaking hands.

"Our team is the embodiment of Humpty Dumpty," Sans muffled voice wavered from the floor.

"Hey, you died too," Death said, kicking him in a playful manner, "Dead people don't speak."

"Being silent is going to be the death of me."

"You're dead, hush dead child."

"But I'm just dying to say my opinion."

The three of them broke into a fit of giggles, smiling at each other before Death looked back over at his partner.

"What should I do with him, use the magic kiss to wake him up?" Death asked.

"I think that idea is a bit too fishy," Sans propped himself onto his elbows as he said that.

"How i-is that a-a p-pun?" Alphys asked him.

"Oh, whoops. If you can think of a better fish pun, let minnow."

Reaper kneeled down to Sans, pulling his hoodie's hood over his skull as he said, "You're shunned by this group, I can only handle so many puns. I have reached my limit."

"Are my puns to punny? I only use the most puntastic puns I can conjure."

"My name will apply to you if you keep going," Death said.

"Oh go rape you're unconscious boyfriend, meanie to all puns."

"Hey, it's Fiancé."

"That's what you want fixed with that sentence?" Alphys asked him with disbelief.

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, Dust, Blue, Error, and Ink had stumbled upon the cage containing their captured co-workers, and they weren't taking the situation very seriously.

Blue was ranting about how "Magnificant," he was, including a heroic pose with his bandanna blowing in wind that came from God knows where. Dust was watching him, ignoring the little voice coming from, also, god knows where, in his head saying that Blue was too weak to survive in the world and was easy EXP, both of them completely ignoring the pleading Lust and Horror to let them out.

Ink was too busy on the ground, howling with laughter after Lust and Horror explained how they got locked up. He expected one of his employees to do something stupid on the cruise, but he never expected it to happen this early and by Lust and Horror. He was more expecting it to be Sans or Cross, not his receptionist, the goodie two shoes who never stole anything before.

Error had his phone out and was taking photos, not even at a moderate pace. He was spamming the photo button until he reached a desired good pose before clicking on his Instagram icon.

This was going all over his social medias.

"This is embarrassing," Lust muttered, covering his face as a pink blush spread across it.

"Life is embarrassing, don't you know that?" Horror asked him, scooting closer to the ex-stripper (though he didn't know that yet).

"No, never had a life, what's it like?" Lust giggled, tilting his skull.

"Well, it's painful, annoying, and bloody," Horror said, grinning over at him before turning towards the skeletons paying no mind to them, "AND THESE GUYS WON'T HAVE ANY LIVES IF THEY DON'T OPEN THE CAGE DOOR!"

Before anyone could answer, the doors they used to steal food swung open, the blind haired chef sticking her head out, saying, "Quiet down food hogs!" before she retreated back into her kitchen.

"Do not interrupt the Magnificant Blue!" Blue yelled, pointing a finger at the caged partners.

"It was the chef!" Lust accused.

"Don't interrupt him, his speech was amazing!" Dust said.

"It was the chef!" Both Horror and Lust demanded.

"Oh... Oh god... I'm crying tears of humor... This is hilarious!" Ink laughed, wiping away a few stray tears.

Then, he focused above him on the ceiling light, a confused expression on his face.

"Is that Lusts shirt?" Ink asked, sitting up.

"Gah, my shirt!" Lust realized he lost his shirt, looking down at his ribcage.

"Where?" Blue asked, frantically looking around like a lost puppy.

"How did it get up there?" Horror asked Lust as he spotted where the shirt was located.

"I don't know," Lust groaned, "Ink, can you give me my shirt?"

Error sent his glowing blue strings up, them grasping the shirt before it was lowered gently into his hands.

"Here you go," Error said, grinning happily as he gave Ink the shirt.

"This doesn't make up for anything, stop trying," Ink said, rolling his eyes before bounding off, Error in tow behind him.

"The Magnificant Blue refuses to be left behind!" Blue roared, suddenly picking up Dust and rushing out with him in his arms.

"No!" Lust yelled, sticking out his arm through the bars, "Boss man, give me back my shirt!"

"Bye Lust!" Ink yelled, obviously ignoring the skeletons pleas.

"Aw shoot," Lust groaned, "Why does he even want my shirt?"

"How did your shirt get up on the light?" Horror repeated, looking up in confusion.

"Um, well, when I was younger, my parents hit some hard times on money and I had to get a job, but all of them turned me down, so I became a stripper as a last resort," Lust explained, "I did it for awhile before I got enough money, but it became a habit of taking off my shirt. It happens a lot."

"You were a stripper?" Horror asked, "What was it like, as a stripper?"

"Stupid, I hated that job, all they cared about was sex, I hated it," Lust grumbled.

~~~~~~

An hour later everyone was gathered up in the dining hall, even Lust and Horrir were let out of their cage by the chef, who intoduced themselves as D.B. But, as a punishment, they were forced to help roll the carts of food from the cafeteria to the dining hall with D.B and another worker named Silica.

Silica was tall, with long, dark brown hair pulled into two pigtails. She had on a black shirt with the words "I hate rules" printed on the front with large white font. She also was wearing dark blue bluejean shorts and blue flip flops that matched her dark blue eyes. A cigarette hung from her mouth, smoke rising steadily from the end.

Everyone was sitting down at a large white table after they had grabbed their desired food, chatting loudly and joking. The tense atmosphere from before was gone from them, and they were getting more used to each other. Well, except for Nightmare and Cross, who were still in their little duel.

And they were committed to winning.

Nightmare was wearing a large chicken hat while eating some crackers, staring dead in the eyes at Cross as he wiggled his eyebrows. Cross simply replied by raising his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side.

"Know what," He said, setting down his chicken on the fork, "I'm going to win this, right now."

"How? Are you going to summon a pig?" Nightmare asked, snickering at his rival in the game.

Cross then did the unthinkable by grabbing his jacket strings and pulling him in for a kiss.

(Special shoutout to __Purple_Fluffball__, scifelltheshipper, and TheWingedMiskit! Purple inspired me into Sanscest and this book, so I have to thank her awesome books for it! SciFelltheshipper and TheWingedMiskit are also shouted out because they both really seem to love my book and that makes me really happy knowing people love my work and want to get involved!)