Broken Hopes: Freezeout continued
I almost faint when I see one burger patty on the griddle. Thankfully, it isn't burnt.
I hear someone, probably the plant monster, complain about not having received their burger yet. I very quickly prepare the burger with the condiments that I know the plant monster usually has and hurriedly bring it out to them.
"Hrm. Took you long enough," they mumble.
"I-i-i'm sorry. I forgot you had ordered a burger," I say, breathing heavily.
"Just don't forget next time, or I might not come back here."
I bow apologetically and return to the kitchen to prepare the chilidogs.
Chillby is in the kitchen, and he got started on the chilidogs for me. "Thanks, Chillby. I got it from here," I say. Chillby simply shakes his head and says, "Naw, I got it. Your chilidogs don't turn out too well, anyway. I'll deliver 'em to Papyrus for you, as well."
"There's no need. I got it."
Chillby pauses and looks at me before firmly telling me to return to the counter. I reluctantly nod and go back out.
“Hey. How’s the ‘dogs comin’ along?” Papyrus asks.
I yawn and say, “Chillby’s doin’ ‘em.”
Papyrus, probably… no… definitely worried about me, lends me his scarf. “You can return it tonight,” he says. I refuse it, saying that it is against the rules to wear anything other than the uniform during my shift. Papyrus makes googly eyes pop out of his head, and he looks angry.
“YOUR SHIFT IS FROM 4:20 A.M. TO 4:10 A.M.,” he shouts quietly, “Why does Chillby make your shift 23 hours and 50 minutes long? And why does he not have any other employees?”
“I ask myself that every f**king day,” I mutter. My thoughts are interrupted by an unexpected voice.
I finally got back into your head. Your Determination’s been so weak for the past… DECADE… that I haven’t been able to talk to ya, partner.
I’m sorry, but I can’t talk right now… Who are you, again?
Ya know, I don’t blame you for not remembering me, Frisk. I haven’t talked to ya in over a decade, so… yeah. And the last time I did talk to you, I shouted at you and made ya cry like Azzy. It’s me, Chara.
Don’t tell me you forgot teh fluffy goat bro, too!
Papyrus waves his hand in front of my face and says, “Helloooo. Earth to Frisk? You’ve been staring off into space and polishing the same spot on that pint glass for over ten minutes. Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah. I just… was thinking.”
“Well, that’s dangerous,” Papyrus jokes. “In all seriousness, the chilidogs that Chillby made were delicious!”