Short Grillby x Reader - Advice Well Used

You’d remember when you first entered the little town of Snowdin after your fall. You especially remembered being so exhausted that you managed to collapse into quickly melting snow, lips so pale, and blue as hypothermia was kicking into your system. The sensation of warm hands, like leaning on a radiator, engulfing your form, your e/c eyes catching a glimpse of what looked to be a man made completely of flames; Well, that was until everything became black upon your eyelids fluttering shut and drowning you in a deep slumber.

You still dreamt of that day, even after many weeks. You’d learnt about the town and its many inhabitants; That including your saviour, who actually ran the bar. Grillby. You weren’t going to lie, his silent gaze every time he glanced your way, you could have sworn they were like magnets, because you were mesmerized by him. Grillby cleared his throat when he noted how you had been staring at him, a wisp of blue covering his cheek area. Was that a blush? “Y/n, are you quite alright? You haven’t touched your food, did Sans vandalize it again?”

He was right. As always. But it was you that vandalized the food, you’d been so lost from gazing upon the fire elemental, you’d lost track of your grip on the loose ketchup bottle! you knew Sans would get you back later if you blamed it on him. You’d only come to realize the time was so late, there was only one customer left, and even then they were just leaving.

Just as you were about to pay the gold for the food that you had not eaten - which you of course felt guilty about - Grillby’s hand reached to cover yours and hold very carefully, “Y/n… Is there anything you wish to tell me, I can maybe help if needs be…”

Now it was your turn to get a powder pink blush to your already rosy cheeks, the heat certainly getting to you, “We-Well uh… You wouldn’t understand… W-Well, not in my way of thinking anyway.” Your response hummed through the bar and you could’ve sworn some of the bottles reflected your voice much like the echo flowers.

Releasing your hand that you’d offered him gold with, he took a lot less than the usual fee and had left a tiny piece of paper in your hand. Saying your goodbyes and thanks to Grillby for his kind hospitality, you slowly fumbled out of the warm and cosy environment and into the chilled crisp snow. Now you had to read that note. And boy were you graced by such a posh looking handwritten style, so delicate for such hands…

‘Y/N, if you ever want to talk and I’m not open, or have just closed, you are more than welcome to use my phone number. I know you’ll use it wisely on your journey. -Grillby’

And you couldn’t help but cuddle the paper close to your chest upon seeing the kiss next to his beautifully crafted signature. You would definitely use it wisely.

Did some sillies with the fires ;v;

Indigo = me

Grillblue @somekangarookid / @heyneon

Grillby: Toby Fox

Violetby @ask-grillby

Redby @redbys-hell

Of Darkness and Demons

Authors notes: Jfc the sad is real, but I’m really getting into this angst writing qWq Tagged: @redbys-hell @sazuka57 @pkmtrainerbenny @infinity96stuff

Memories and strength were continually being sapped as an indigo coloured fire elemental battled hard against a dark elemental with golden eyes, the indigo elemental roaring out in fury as he desperately launched everything he had that would dust most monsters in his path.

Yet with this one, it wasn’t possible.

Of course the light his flames exerted hurt Grilldark, but Indigo simply couldn’t brighten himself any further as he was engulfed in darkness, so much pain.

Strangely enough, it was not physical pain. More a mental agony, as the monster toyed with his most agonising memories like an easily bored toddler. Every time Indy’s face contorted into a anguished image, the dark elemental seemed to relish in the suffering he’d brought.

Indigo’s head felt like it would explode any moment until the iciest voice sliced through the intense pressure…

Come little war boy, daddy wouldn’t be proud of you would he? Your mother neither, oh but that’s it, they died, didn’t they because your father refused orders, didn’t he?~

“N-No, stop this! Pl-Please, leave me alone!”

Dark seemed to cackle at the reaction, savouring the begging, the sadistic creep of a monster shifting to unsheath something.

Much to Indy’s horror, a long sword was launched through his chest and through his back, cracking his soul. The worst bit… He recognised the blade. The blade of his father….

As his light faded and parts of him became dust, Grilldark laughed maniacally and twisted the blade hard before wrenching it out and disappearing into the shadows to laugh as the dust hit the floor and the shattered pieces of Indigo’s soul lay across the already dusty grey floorboards.

“Pathetic piece of trash… Even your parents lasted longer than this…”

This Is It, The Apocalypse - Blue x Reader Angst

Author’s Notes: I am really sorry for this, but hell, this is my first proper angst ;v; forgive c: Tagging: @somekangarookid @heyneon @pkmtrainerbenny @schwesterling  @hand-held-monster

Huffing, panting, you’d been trying to escape this damn Apocalypse for well over a month now. The attacks were frequent, supplies were running thin and other members of the group had now left after fights came of those thinning supplies… Only you and Blue remained together now.

Your lungs felt like they would explode if you kept this pace up, trying to keep up with your partner. That was up until the point you tripped on a pothole, air leaving your chest so suddenly as you fell.

The horde was coming, maybe twenty to thirty of the creeping creatures and by now you certainly felt doomed until you heard a frustrated snarl and the intense heat of the blue flamesman flying over the top of your head, followed by clangs of the pan Blue donned. Barely staggering to your feet, you could hear the slavering groans of the undead going for Grillby and you grabbed what you could until he yelled at you.

“G-Get the hell outta here already!”

“But what about y–”

You’d looked at his arm quickly whenever it stood still long enough and were horrified… He’d met his match this time, and he’d done it to protect you. Valiantly, he did manage to finish the horde off, his heat indescribable, but you’d surely melt if you tried to even get withing a 10ft radius of him.

Rushing to try and get to his aid as your tears brimmed and fell, Grillby stopped you a mere five feet away from him, blue flames fading to an orange and dimming, “D-Don’t… I need you to get the hell a-away from me… Pl-Please…”

He choked and he seemed to be…. Crying?

“I never got to say I-I… I…. I…”

Before he got a chance, his fires became a blueish-grey as the infection raged through him. And you ran, just like he’d have wanted. Who knows, you may meet him again…

* You feel your sins crawling up your back

@redbys-hell decided to shitpost in the middle of the skype chat and this is basically what happened

HOLY HELL YES

Uh oh, looks like a pun battle is underway–

Turns out you can have a lot of fun with Indy and he’ll strike back twice as hard without even curling a lip at his own puns.

Cold.

Grillblue @somekangarookid @heyneon

Redby @redbys-hell

Grindigo Me

What happens when you scream out of your window in Sweden at night

I’m swedish and you probably think this is a joke, but its true

Like is there a reason though

It sounds like a bunch of werewolves.

@redbys-hell Isn’t this the video you showed us a few weeks ago?

Certainly is~ c':

Happy Valentine’s Day~!

Some smol bb’s  bc why not <3

Grillby - Toby Fox

Grillblue @somekangarookid & @heyneon

Grindigo - Moi