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Ocean on Fire Chapter 38
Finally, the King spoke. “You were born from the fragments of Ryze. Do you remember him?”
Grillby shook his head.
“Can you speak?”
Grillby’s knees were close to quaking. “…Yes.”
“Then speak.”
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Sans makes a 'fair enough' kind of grunt before washing down his mouthful of fries with ketchup. "speaking of shore, has she been by today?"
Grillby shakes his head.
"is that why you're moping?"
His flames sputter. "I'm not moping."
Sans grins. "you're sooo moping."
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Grillby felt his newfound confidence vanish like a candle being blown out. He hesitated. There were so many of them! And already, they were stopping dead in their tracks, staring at him. If it weren’t for the other monsters around him, he was certain that they would have attacked what they thought was a human summoned elemental entering their camp.
A sudden hand clapping on his back made him jump. Gaster walked past him, still grinning like he found this whole thing fascinating and rather funny. “Come on, we still need to get you some shoes.”
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He let himself drift into a state of not quite wakefulness without completely falling asleep. It was easy to let the sound of the wind through the grass and the distant chattering of camp soothe him into relaxing.
“Oh my. You weren’t kidding. He is tiny.”
His eyes shot open and he found himself staring into the sockets of a skull. The skull grinned at him, soft lights set in the darkness of sockets staring right back at him.
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You get to your feet, standing in front of him. You put your arms out. “What’s my destiny Gerson? What am I supposed to do with this magic?”
Gerson does perhaps the worst thing he could do. He starts laughing. Wheezing and hooting, like you’ve delivered the funniest joke he’s heard in a long time. “Bud, I can’t tell you what your destiny is. No one can. You’re gonna have to figure it out for yourself. What, you think that just because you suddenly have magic, the universe owes you a guide to life?”
You lower your arms, face burning. Gerson settles down and sighs. He pats the sand next to him. “Sit down, you look ridiculous.”
“Thanks for the honesty,” you mutter. You drop back to the sand.
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He can’t help but meet your gaze and colors flash over his face as his resolve wavers.
"Grillby." You say his name softly, a gentle plea. "Trust me. Lean on me. It's okay."
He fights it a moment more. Then his shoulders slump. “I…I just…it’s not fair.”
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“I don’t understand what you’re saying,” Grillby grumbled, unable to quite hide his smirk.
“That’s fine! As long as you still get the message!” Gaster grinned and held his hand out. “Now let’s get going!”
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"Take a picture, it’ll last longer," you mumble around a mouthful of food. Holy crap this is good. Each bite is giving you a small burst of energy, lessening the feeling of rocks in your limbs.
Click. Oh come on!
Sans lowers his phone, frowning as much as his semi-permanent grin will allow. “so tell me what happened.”
