Jul 17, 2025
I relate to this so much maybe I watched it too much growing up 😅
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I relate to this so much maybe I watched it too much growing up 😅
Happy New Year
A little Party where the most ones are Drunk because of Blue. XD
But i wish all of you a happy New Beginning for 2023. Let us all look up for 2023.
I managed to do a little doodle of this iconic character from a childhood favorite, The Last Unicorn (1982). My current sketchbook is only 3.5” x 5”, so he’s tiny.
I need to lock up the liquor. #obviously
Aftermath At Grillby’s. -a follow up fanfic-
“Ugh....”
“Sans, you’re even less lively than you usually are...” Said the fiery bartender behind the counter.
Sans glanced up at Grillby and sighed loudly. “Welp, how the heck would you react if your boss harassed you after work?”
Grillby blinked behind his glasses. “Harassed you how, exactly?”
Sans, using what abridged version of events he could explain, told Grillby about his encounter with Mettaton at the MTT building.
“...then I dragged him to Alphys so he wouldn’t die- Uh, you okay there, Flamester?”
Grillby quickly put down the bottle he’d tilted by accident while listening to Sans’s story, a slight twitch in his eye as he sopped up the mess. “Am I well? Are you?”
Sans shrugged and rested his head back on the bar counter. “I’ll live, but work is going to be awkward now...if I still even have a job there.”
“...Wait right here.” Grillby said and he went to the kitchen.
“...Did that really happen?”
Sans looked to his left, and Red Bird was staring at him with glossy eyes.
“Yes, yes it did.” Sans looked away, agitation reaching his voice. “It wasn’t even that great... sorta.”
“I-I’m so jealous!” She cooed.
Sans rolled his orbs.
A short time later Grillby returned with a tall glass and a fancy bottle in his hands.
“What’s that?” Sans asked him.
“Despite my better judgement, I do feel a bit sorry for you. So I pulled out something I’d been saving in the back for Solstice.”
Sans perked up a little. “Oh? What is it?”
“A little number I managed to buy from Gerson last spring. He claims he’s had it since before the migration from the ruins.”
“Wow, that vintage, eh?”
“I’ve no reason to believe he’d be lying about it.” Grillby sat the tall glass on the counter and uncorked the bottle. “and since this is a cheering up occasion, it’s an opportunity to find out how good it actually is.”
Sans grinned. “Heh, so I’m a guinea pig?” He accepted the glass from Grillby . “Thanks, pal.”
“Can I be a guinea pig too?” RB spoke up.
“That would be 30 gold if you’d like.”
RB moaned. “I wish I could get kissed by celebrities and get free drinks, you’re so damn lucky, Sans.”
Sans paused mid-drink with a bit of hesitation before he spoke. “You really think so?”
"I know so!" The feathered lady huffily retorted.
“...Well I don’t.” He whispered into the glass as he sipped the pale gold beverage. Sans eyes lit up as he took a longer swig than he planned. “A-are there tomatoes in this?!!”
“According to Gerson; cherry tomatoes and fruit. Aged into the a fine wi-” Grillby was replaying and paused as he watched Sans down the entire glass in one fell swoop.
“-wine.”
“Hell, that’s tasty! I got paid today might as well take the whole bottle!”
“...Will that be covering your other tabs as well?” Grillby huffed.
Sans hiccuped and grinned widely, a sudden wild and spacey look in his eyes. “Sure sure buddy, the whole sheb-shib-shebang!”
Grillby picked up the bottle and gave it a second look. “You can’t possibly be this drunk after one hit...”
“H-hey, RB! How many light bulbs does it take to screw in a bir- wait I said that backwards- I mean...”
RB giggled and Ug Fish guffawed.
“No no, I got a better one! How do you confuse a royal guard? Ya put them in a jelly doughnut and tell them it’s rou- no- that ain’t right either...”
“Whoowie, Grills” Party Bunny laughed. “You really spiked the poor guy didn’t ya?”
Sans was nearly off the bar stool. “I ain’t shpiky...” He pointed at Grillby. “That guy ish though, but him’s sheriously the best!”
Grillby shook his head. “Clearly this concoction is too strong for anyone to consume...Sans no, stay off my counter-” He caught the stocky skeleton by the waist and sat him down on the floor behind the counter.
“Grill! I wus gunna sing fur ya!”
“That won’t be necessary, Sans.” Grillby clapped his hands loudly. “everyone vacate, I’m closing up early.”
With the bellowing and grunts of the patrons, the shuffled out the door to the tone deaf hymns of the drunky skeleton.
When the floor was cleared, Grillby crossed his arms and looked at Sans. “What am I to do with you?”
"Ah Grills, ya did plenty!" Sans was laughing to himself on the floor. “Oh wow, I haven’t felt thish happy in yeeearsh!”
Grillby sighed and helped him off the floor. “Let’s go, I’ll walk you home.”
“I can’t feel my legs...” Sans giggled.
“...Carry you home then.”
-the next day-
“Ohhhh, what the ever living hells...” Sans rolled over and was immediately on the floor of his bedroom, or what he believed was his bedroom, the blurring made it difficult to be certain right away, but there were familiar socks lying next to him.
“Why... why the hell do I ache everywhere...”
He heard a door opening and lifted his head to see what could be his brother silhouetted in the door frame.
“Finally awake?” Papyrus sounded peeved.
“Ugh... why do I feel like I got run over by twelve Doggos... and a meat grinder...” Sans rolled over again and immediately regretted it. “Owww....”
“You probably have a hangover... you weren’t exactly behaving in a sober manner, especially when I left to go get you and found you hanging all over that bartender.”
“I... I was what now?”
“You heard what I said.” Papyrus continued, coming into the room to help Sans stand up. “I found you practically glued to Grillby, and you were making out with him. He looked so mortified.”
Sans felt the ground beneath him drop, but not because he fell down after being helped up.
“What did you say?!”
TBC
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