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who are you and what have you done with kurogiri??

#hottestbarkeep #((im sorry ive been calling kurogiri darth grillby for months so... i feel the need to do this))#((this is stupid))#((i hope you dont mind me doing this ;;;; ))

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Allie had gone down to Snowdin to speak with the librarian about any new books they might have come upon but didn’t want to keep. She’d been in lucky when it had turned out the librarian had gotten their hands on an entire collection of encyclopedias but only needed a few. She had not been in luck however when it began snowing harder and heavier then usual.

She needed to stop again and find someplace warm or else risk freezing her tail off. So she pulled over to stop at a local restaurant she knew was popular among the Underground. She’d never actually been there before, but her mother use to talk fondly of it! Once inside she went up to the bar making as little eye contact as possible and sat down at the bar. She glanced to the fire elemental behind the bar and spoke. “Excuse me, sir. I apologize but do you happen to serve milk here?” her voice went a little quiet and she began to feel foolish for asking.

#hottestbarkeep #((even in a different timeline/universe she's like her dad))

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Yaku leaned her head on her hand focusing on the magazine before her as she waited for her father to come back into the room. She mindlessly flipped through the pages as she tried to seem distracted while silently trying to figure out the best way to tell her father she’d gotten her own apartment now. She couldn’t be out right with it, that’d just freak him out. But she didn’t want to beat around the bush about it either. Really no matter how she told him she knew he wouldn’t be happy about it. Maybe she should just wait and tell him tomorrow....

Once her father entered the room Yaku glanced up to him and put her arm over the magazine she was reading. It’d be best to break it to him easily... So she took a deep breath in and let it out again.

“Dad. I got an apartment with Bes.” Or not so easily...

#hottestbarkeep #V; Underfell

Lost smiled letting her take her time to look. He could ignore a little grey around the hem of his sleeves and coat tail. Hope was worth this price.

Her eye scanned the scene and, she recalled it like she was there. Snowdin, just like Losts but, it was one that had been her home and her familys for years. To her surprise, she could see two very familiar skeletons. Her boys…

The two were gathered with many other residents of Snowdin, including her dearest friend Grillby, who she could tell was happy of the festivities. Looking in shock, however, was seeing her youngest actually in armor. Her little boy grew up to be part of the Royal Guard? Tears were forming in her eyes and she couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face. Even in her absence, they were still doing just fine.

“…I wish I could see them, in person..Lost..”

#voidedfate #listlessfont #belieffont #hottestbarkeep #tagging all of these guys #because this

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Emmy went through the bookshelf for what must of been the third time that day as she searched for something to occupy her time. Her hand trailed over the book spins until finally she stopped at an old leather bound book. It had a year etched in the side and looked worn but loved. She picked the book up looking at the cover then flipping through a few pages. It looked like a beautiful old scrapbook with pictures of her family through the ages. A small excited gasp escaped her and her flames grew brighter.

She clutched the book to her chest and ran to the other room. Her father sat at the dinning room table in the other room and she slammed the book in front of him. “Dad!” she said excitedly. “Why haven’t I seen this scrapbook before?” she questioned, opening the book to the front page and gesturing to the picture of an old high school.

#hottestbarkeep #V; Main

"Do people really fall for that line?"

“Was? A line? What on earth are you talking about I meant every word. Really now what kind of man do you take me for?”

#answered #muse answers #hottestbarkeep

Burning in the Dark

The wind picked up as a black SUV zoomed down a long stretch of road, followed along by a sleek black motercycle. The motercycle titled to the left and sped up in order to catch up to the driver of the SUV. The person on the motercycle was none other than Jordan and right now, she was pissed. She had been following this guy for about 2 months now and each and every time she caught up to him, he had managed to dissappear, leaving her with another body to find. A mutant body. For a serial killer, he was quite clean about how he up and left.

She narrowed her eyes behind her helmet and leaned forward some more as she sped up to the driver’s side of the van. She turned her head just as the guy rolled down his window and pulled out a gun. Her eyes widened and pulled back when he started firing shots at her. Bullets went everywhere as he tried to shoot her and she zoomed over to the other side. Thankfully, nothing hit her/ her backpack or her bike. Jordan leaned over and touched the van and her shadows made quick work off the engine.

Pulling back, she pushed the brake and slowed down to almost to a stop, as the van began to spin around. She watched as it tipped to its side and slid a couple of feet. Jordan hopped off the bike (throwing off her pack) and walked over to the van. She smashed the window and pulled the guy out and threw him on the ground.

“You have been such a pain in the ass these past 2 months. The ride ends here. You’re coming back with me and going straight to jail.” She snarled. The guy coughed and began to laugh at her. “Oh, if only it were that simple, little girl. Tell me, how sensitive are your ears?” Jordan was about to retort to his question when a high pitched ring came out of nowhere and smashed into her ears and her brain. She screamed out in pain and fell to her knees, hands covering the sides of her head, failing to block out the noise.

“Should’ve seen that coming, little girl. I’m not the type to go quietly.” He mocked her. He then pulled out his gun and whipped her across the right side of her face. Jordan tasted blood as she crumbled onto her shoulder, hissing in pain. Her vision went in and out of focus as she saw him take her motercycle and ride off. The ringing stopped after a couple of minutes and her face was on fire. Disoriented, she managed to stand up and wobble her way towards the van and leaned against it. Her vision came into focus again and let out a raging scream. He got away: again!

After letting out that scream, she took deep breaths and decided upon walking to the nearest town. What else was she supposed to do, wait around? Feeling less pissed, she set off down the road and hoped that there was a town close by. On the bright side, at least he hadn’t taken her backpack also.

Soon an hour passed before she saw a sign for “Snowdin” and she silently said a prayer. Picking up her pace a little, she kept walking and saw lights and some buildings. It really wasn’t much but it was something. She rubbed the stiffness from her shoulders and hoped that there was a bar. Again, luck granted her wish as she came across one and made a beeline for it. She hoped that she didn’t look as bad as she thought (she knew that her cheek was bruised and that her hair was messy) but she didn’t dare look. It would only remind her of why she looked that way in the first place.

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