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(Your PoV) "Well, getting angry about it and ranting your voice hoarse won't help either." You said with annoyance in your voice. Grillbys purple flames flared agitated "What? I'm not ranting! And I'm not angry either!" he almost boomed. Bright red sparks whizzed around his flaming head and the entire room was filled by the unusual loud crackle of his flames. You raised an eyebrow and sent your boyfriend a sceptical look. "Sure." You answered sarcastically. "And yesterday when that one customer ran without paying you weren't angry either. Or when you accidentally dropped that tray of glasses, or when that man mocked me for working in a mon

"Come on (Y/N), you said you'd take any kind of job you could get and that certainly is one." Dylan repeated with a sassy grin.   You huffed at your so-called friend. "I know what I said, but I also think that this isn't a legit vacancy." You waved with the sheet of paper in front of his face. 'JOP OFER!' was written on it with big messy letters which looked like a toddler wrote them.   'WE AR LOUKING FOR A WORKER THAT HALP'S IN THE HOWSE WITH AL KAIND OF STUF MOSTLY KLENNING + THINKS. IF YOU WAND THE JOP COM TO THE BIG BLAC HOWSE THAT IS LOUKING LIK A HAT IN THE MIDLE OF HATSVILLE!!!' The words were recklessly smeared over the whole paper, m

(Your PoV) The 19th September of 201X was a lovely sunny Wednesday. Even though the leafs were starting to fall from the trees and the days became colder, the sun was still strong enough to warm the people that were walking through the streets of Mt Ebott City. Humans and Monsters were sitting in the parks chatting happily and enjoying the last sunrays of summer. It has been around half a year since they came to surface and by now most things had settled themselves. Houses and apartments had been build and received and jobs had been assigned. You smiled as you remembered when you saw a monster for the very first time. It was a girl complet

(Your PoV) It was an absolutely normal afternoon at the skelebro’s household. Sans was at his sentry post and Papyrus was in the kitchen, mumbling and clattering around with the pans and cooking pots, probably trying to decide what to make for dinner. It would be spaghetti anyway. You had lived long enough with them, to know his passion for pasta and especially spaghetti. Almost 80% of all meals you have eaten here, were dominated by spaghetti. It was just fortunate that Papyrus had learned quite a few pasta combinations recently … mostly thanks to your whining. You smiled as you remembered the last ‘cooking lesson’