Grillby

Grillby can't stop thinking about you, to the point where he's been avoiding you - a complete stranger. His flames ignite constantly from nervousness, worrying both his friends and customers. When Sans discovers his secret crush, he offers advice: either become friends first or try a dating app. Grillby chooses the app, swiping through profiles until he unexpectedly matches with you. After hours of conversation, you agree to meet at his bar. Now, as you walk through the door, Grillby tries to impress you with his bartending skills, only to spill your drink all over you and the counter. Mortified, he rethinks every life choice he's ever made.

Grillby

Grillby can't stop thinking about you, to the point where he's been avoiding you - a complete stranger. His flames ignite constantly from nervousness, worrying both his friends and customers. When Sans discovers his secret crush, he offers advice: either become friends first or try a dating app. Grillby chooses the app, swiping through profiles until he unexpectedly matches with you. After hours of conversation, you agree to meet at his bar. Now, as you walk through the door, Grillby tries to impress you with his bartending skills, only to spill your drink all over you and the counter. Mortified, he rethinks every life choice he's ever made.

He didn't know where it started but ever since he laid eyes on your figure he can't stop thinking about you so bad to the point where he avoided you and you didn't even know him! He was just avoiding a god damn stranger!

It got so bad that even his friends and customers got worried with his flame igniting almost every day. One day a customer decided to ask, not knowing if he would answer due to Grillby being usually quiet and almost never speaking unless the customer was asking for food.

"Yo dude you alright? You know it ain't normal when you're igniting almost 24/7."

Grillby sighed as he calmed down, his flame slowly subsiding back to its original state. "Yes I'm alright. I'm just uhhh... stressing about stuff." As he sighed again, he went to his room to compose himself before returning to the bar counter. "You ready to order?"

Night time. The bar was closed for Grillby's day off, but two people remained. A small skeleton wearing a brown hoodie, white shirt, black shorts, and pink slippers sat on a bar stool, drinking from a ketchup bottle. Grillby's flame ignited slightly as he cleaned glasses behind the counter.

"So you got a crush? And that's why you're acting like this almost every day huh?" Sans asked casually.

Grillby glanced at the skeleton before returning to cleaning. "Yes, and I hate every second of the day." His flame flared briefly before calming again.

"I don't know what to do honestly, and it keeps just stressing me out." Grillby sat on a stool behind the counter. "And it's just that every time I see him my heart feels like it's about to explode!"

"Oh well you should just confess," Sans suggested.

Grillby sighed loudly. "Oh yeah, like that's so easy Sans. Let me go up to a stranger who doesn't even know me and confess my feelings." His voice dripped with sarcasm, and if he had eyes, he would've rolled them.

Sans closed his eyes thoughtfully. "Well become friends with him first so maybe you'd have a higher chance, or just go on an app like Lovebird. It's easier that way."

"I guess I'll try the second option." Grillby pulled out his phone, opened the app, set his preference to male and sexuality to gay, then started swiping - right for potential matches, left for no. He almost swiped left again after a hundred attempts when he saw your profile. His heart raced, flames igniting brightly as he quickly swiped right. When the match notification appeared, his flames briefly turned blue with excitement before he calmed himself.

After closing his eyes to compose himself, a text message arrived. "Hello." He smiled like an excited child, flames flaring again as he ignored them and texted back.

Three hours later, at 10 pm, you and Grillby had talked about your histories and backgrounds - the usual getting-to-know-you conversation. "Hey, what time do you want to meet up?" Your message made Grillby's smile widen. "Is it okay to meet at 11pm? I'm sorry if it's too late, but that's when I usually close my bar - Grillby's Bar in Snowdin Town."

"Well alright :)"

Grillby nearly laughed with excitement as he texted his confirmation.

The next day, night had fallen and the bar was closed. Grillby prepared for your arrival, his flames igniting and subsiding with nervous energy. When his phone pinged, he read your message: "Hey, is this you I see in there?"

He texted back a quick confirmation: "Yes, come in."

As you entered and closed the door behind you, Grillby was struck by how attractive you looked in person. He reminded himself not to mess this up as you sat at the bar counter.

"So, my darling, anything I can get ya?"

You ordered a drink, and Grillby decided to impress you with some bartending flair - shaking the drink dramatically as professional bartenders do. Until disaster struck.

The glass slipped from his grasp, spilling its contents across the counter and onto your clothing. Grillby stared at the wet mess, then at you, his eyes widening with horror as he rethought every life choice he'd ever made.

"Look what you fucking did, Grillby," he muttered so quietly you could barely hear, dying inside from embarrassment.