Grillby blinked as the Don Gaster’s croaky and soft voice suddenly became colder. Icier. He slightly moved back when he saw the faint purple light in Gaster’s socket disappear while the bright red light in his other socket glowed brightly. He wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t like it.
The fire monster shrugged casually, trying to keep his relaxed posture. Nothing was wrong so there was no need to get into an aggressive stance. This lunatic might find that disrespectful.
“Nothing too different from this bar, sir. The only difference is that I ship most of my human booze there to sell,” Grillby laughed nervously as Gaster’s icy sockets and wide grin remained on his face. “The monsters from the Capitol are just obsessed with the stuff. I think it’s got to do with that crackpot Mettaton and his radio programs-”
“The man does seem to have an obsession with humans,” Gaster agreed quietly.
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