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OCEAN ON FIRE CHAPTER 66
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10969491/chapters/222290076
There are many things you’ve come to learn about Grillby since you met him. He’s stubborn in his own way. Kind to a fault. Surprisingly chatty, once he’s comfortable. He loves jazz music, hates needless noise and is firm about keeping his things neat and tidy.
And in all ways except physically, you’ve come to realize that Grillby is a cat.
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Asgore sighs and the soft shape of him seems to harden a bit as he straightens. It carries up into Frisk, who fixes their stare in the same direction. “I doubt it. But we can speak with Williams until Undyne arrives. Give it a good try at least. Maybe he'll be more…open to listening to you-”
‘Because mom is scary!’ Frisk signs with a wide smirk.
Asgore nods solemnly. “Because mom is scary.”
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Asgore sighs and the soft shape of him seems to harden a bit as he straightens. It carries up into Frisk, who fixes their stare in the same direction. “I doubt it. But we can speak with Williams until Undyne arrives. Give it a good try at least. Mind, he’ll probably be more…open to listen to you-”
‘Because mom is scary!’ Frisk signs with a wide smirk.
Asgore nods solemnly. “Because mom is scary.”
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There’s something inside. You can’t see it, there is still nothing but that horrible, empty dark, but there is a presence there all the same. You get to your feet, not taking your eyes off the darkness. With your attention focused, you can sense an energy. It’s…magic, you think, but not like anything you’ve sensed before. It’s…huge. That’s the only way to describe it. Massive and shattered, glistening shards of broken glass and glitching code and terrible frozen loneliness and…
It’s staring at you.
This is who has been knocking. And you went and yanked the door wide open.
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He takes a deep breath. “It is important that you understand fully what this means."
It’s serious time then. You fold your legs up, squeezing Grillby’s hands reassuringly. “Okay. Tell me then, like it’s the first time I’ve even heard about this.”
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A muffled noise rings from your pocket. Moving carefully so as not to disturb the foils in your hair, you fish your phone out. Oh, it’s Alphys. You have a sneaking suspicion as to what she’s calling about. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Um, hi Shore, uh. I’m sorry, this is going to sound uh, really random but ah. Mettaton’s not with you, is he?”
You glance to your left. Mettaton has his head back, clearly enjoying his facial treatment delivered via power tools to his temple and the buffing of his nails. “He’s right next to me, actually.”
Alphys swears, which is a rare thing indeed.
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Ocean on Fire Chapter 61: The Invitation
Grillby too has fallen into complete silence. He backs away until he hits the wall and slides to the ground and puts his hand over his face.
Guilt twists your insides. You kneel down in front of him. "I'm sorry," you murmur. "I'm so sorry. But we know the truth now. If I have the chance to use my power to find the other monsters before the same happens to them, I have to at least try. Right?"
His hand remains covering his face. He exhales heavily. “ Shit .”
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Ocean on Fire Chapter 60
Standing before Asgore, you are terrifyingly shown just how much stronger the boss monster is compared to Gerson. You haven’t even started sparring yet and you still feel yourself wanting to cower from the sheer suffocating presence that he brings.
Though to be fair, the weight and awe of his power is tampered a smidge by his cargo shorts and button up beach shirt. And the fact that you can already see sand caking up in the thick fluff of his feet and legs.
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Ocean on Fire Chapter 59: The Deal and The Care
“Because I knew you’d be the most normal about…everything,” you admit. “And I’ve put Grillby through too much trouble the last few days.” You sigh and scuff your shoe against a pebble in the walkway. “I’m sorry, I was just scared to come on my own.”
He’s quiet for a few, unnaturally long seconds. Then he plops his gloved hand down on the top of your head. “WELL, IF IT IS NORMAL YOU WANT, I AM AFRAID I CANNOT GIVE YOU THAT.”
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Ocean on Fire Chapter 59: The Deal and The Care
“Because I knew you’d be the most normal about…everything,” you admit. “And I’ve put Grillby through too much trouble the last few days.” You sigh and scuff your shoe against a pebble in the walkway. “I’m sorry, I was just scared to come on my own.”
He’s quiet for a few, unnaturally long seconds. Then he plops his gloved hand down on the top of your head. “WELL, IF IT IS NORMAL YOU WANT, I AM AFRAID I CANNOT GIVE YOU THAT.”
Sans is occasionally irresponsible but Paps knows how to deal with it.
