Grillby stood polishing the empty bar. Everyone was gone amd a lone light shone above him.
He was alone, just like how his family left him.
Wife and daughter, he still didn't understand why.
The snow trickled down onto the ground, covering the traces of blood, dust, and footsteps.
Such a peaceful sight, and there was no one there to witness it.
Grillby stayed in the back, polishing the last of the dishes. A fire-proof towel and glasses were washed in the hot, steaming water. Grillby could not feel the water. For his hands were made of fire, which all water surrounding it dared not to touch.
Grillby put the dishes on the drying rack and decided to pack up.
He gathered his belongings amd saw a picture of Sans amd Grillby on the counter.
"Oh, Sans. When will your plan work?"
He stepped outside and took a good, hard look at the spot where Sans once laid amd the footsteps leading away into the fog.
A big, strong, hard wind covered the remains of the tracks as Grillby's hair flickered in the light and his face was numb. He walked on to Waterfall, not leaving a trace behind.
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A Different Tale
Fanfiction!!! WARNING !!! SPOILERS !!! Yeah here's another story I've been working on. I'm sure no one really cares... And it might be a bit cringy. But it's about if Asriel Dreemurr (Spoilers!) didn't absorb Chara's soul. Believe it or not, it actually chang...
