The Skeleton Brothers Inn
@flametendingbartender liked for a starter!
It was just for one night.
Or, well—probably, anyway. The power issue that had blackened out half of Snowdin wasn’t an impossible fix, but from what Sans had heard, the inner city had been struck with outages too. They’d likely take precedence, considering there was a vast quantity more monsters and families living in the cramped area. It was entirely possible that his little town would be pushed back a day or more, so far off onto the edge of the Underground that it was sometimes a bit forgettable.
That stunk a little, but luckily everyone seemed pretty keen on working together to get through it. Those who had power took in those who didn’t, and in Sans case, his place had been one of the lucky ones. ‘Course, that left him and his brother responsible for taking in another monster or family for the time being, but they didn’t really mind.
Wouldn’t be the first time they had an extra roomie, after all.
All the monsters met at the librarby to decide who was going with who. When Grillby and his kid ended up being one of the families that needed a place to crash, everyone thought it only natural that they’d stay with the infamous Skeleton Brothers. Sans had called it a pretty good “match”. Grillby had declined comment, but Sans liked to think that the flickers of his flames sounded a little more amused than usual.
“welp, here we are. mi casa su casa.” He spouted the Surface phrase without thinking about it (and he really had to be more careful, he thought, but then in the same mental breath decided it hardly made any sort of difference) and gestured to the second story of his home. “Paps is gettin’ his room all set for you and the kid, grillz. figured you two could bunk there for now. sound good?”
