Turtle Side Note- Hiya guys, Turtle here. I'm just gonna clear a few things up. I've been getting a lot of people thinking that ??? is Jessica Grey or Betty. I'm here to tell you that that's not possible. As much as I love glitchtale, this is NOT connected to that in anyway. Jessica and Betty DO NOT exist in this universe.

Also, the AMD in glitchtale and the AMA in this story have COMPLETELY different motives, and as far as I'm aware, weapons. Same goes with Jessica and ???. ??? has a motive, however it isn't the same as Jessica. Also, he is merely an employee of the AMA, not the leader.

I know you guys do not mean any harm by your comments, but I really don't want you to see this story as glitchtale. In fact, I've just always been infatuated by the thought of an outrage from the humans when the monsters came up. It's only logical for that kind of reaction in my mind.

All of my ideas are from whatever is concocted in my own head. I've even been holding off a story (Three Strikes) for months until I get to the climax of this to avoid what's happening to get spoiled.

So, my point is all characters and plot in Glitchtale is NOT part of this story.

Thank you for listening, I hope you understand.

Turtle, out!

Sans: *walking towards the kitchen*  *suddenly gets tripped up over something, falling flat on his face* !? hey! wha-- *looks behind him, just to see a small green streak go up the wall, disappearing into the ceiling, leaving behind a paper*

Sans: ... oh, so that how the papers get here... *sits up, picking  the paper up off the ground* *reads it*

Paper: "Popplio7526 dared: There is such a thing as ketchup ice cream. I dare Sans to try some."

Sans: i would try that in a soul-beat, kid. but, where do ya think i'm gonna-

Ice cream: *drops from the ceiling, landing in his lap*

Sans: *blinks*... spoke too soon... *sees two other papers in the ice cream* *reads them*

Paper: " SANS SING ME A LULLABY IT'S 3AM I C A N T S L E E P. - princessemojikitten"

Sans: nope. no singing.

Other Paper: " Aww, Sans is so cute. X3 That being said, I dare Sans to sing his favourite song in front of the gang. ^^ -IniquityHalo"

Sans: sorry kid, but that would be an awkward double-whammy for me. and no, i am not sayin' my favorite song either.

Sans: now, i gotta try this. *stands up with the bowl ice cream* *tries it*

Sans: ... it's okay... but i think i'd rather stick with normal ketchup. *suddenly remembers the mystery ketchup that Grillby gave him* ... *face palms himself* how'd i-!? ... gotta go do that now. *leaves room*

***

Sans: *gets to his room, picking up the bottle from his table* welp, guess it's time to see what the kids made grillby put into this thing. *tries it*

Sans: !! *realizes it's home-made* ...oh, so that's what you made him do... great, now i look like an *sshole for not sayin' thanks... welp, better late than never. *picks up the phone* ... *thinks about it for a moment* nah, it's better to talk with him face to face.

Sans: *decides to just walk to his house, since it's a Sunday so the bar's not open, and not wanting to risk having teleportation seen by those cameras*

-Sometime later-

Grillby: *doing laundry* *a piece of paper falls out of the cloths* *picks it up curiously* 

Paper: " Error_Nameless asked: So, Grillby. You don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but you're a father, right? And I'm pretty sure males can't give birth, well, not humans males. So, what happened to the mother? Did she have your daughter and leave you, or did something happen to her..? "

Grillby: *flames suddenly dim to a dull red* ... *it's unclear what he is thinking, as well as if he had good or bad feelings towards "The Mother"* *either way, something seems to bring up a rather ugly memory*

Grillby: *tosses it in the trash, deciding to just distract himself with laundry and hope he forgets about it for now*

***

Sans: *walking up to the porch, just to see Muffet there* ...? *walks up to her* heya, muf--

Muffet: *jumps, squeaking in surprise* *calms down* Well well, what are you doing here, dearie~

Sans: i was gonna ask you the same thing. since when did ya know grillbz?

Muffet: Oh... we've met~ *giggles* *is holding a letter in her hand*

Sans: *just raises a brow at her* ooookay?

Muffet: *giggles again* Are you planning on going in?

Sans: uh....yeah?

Muffet: Well, then would you be a dear and give this to him~? *hands sans the envelope*

*It smells like donuts and has little hearts on it

Sans: ...sure...

Muffet: *giggles* Thank you~ *walks away, still giggling to herself*

Sans: ... (what was that about?) *decides just to knock*

Grillby: ??? *looks through the peek hole in his door, seeing Sans* ... *opens the door, holding a basket full of folded laundry* *looks at Sans curiously*

Sans: heya. just thought i'd stop by to say thanks.

Grillby: *raises a brow, taking out his phone with his free hand, then looking back at Sans*

Sans: yeah, i know i coulda called ya, just thought this would be easier. *shrugs*

Grillby: ... *still looks confused* What are you saying thanks for...?

Sans: the ketchup. i didn' try it 'til now. it was really great, can't believe the kids made ya go through all that work though.

Grillby: *smiles, his flames crackling a bit* It wasn't that much work.

Sans: oh great, 12 hours is now "not that much work". g, you're makin' me look even lazier than i already did.

Grillby: *puts his hand on his hip, still holding the laundry in the other* That's possible?

Sans: *pretends to look hurt* ouch, my feelings... *holds his chest in fake pain* grillbz... why... i thought... we were coal...

Grillby: *stares at him blankly*... *starts closing the door on him*

Sans: hey! come'on, i know that one was bad, but my puns are usually fire!

Grillby: ... *continues closing the door*

Sans: wait, i got a letter for ya. *sticks his arm through the almost closed door, showing him the letter*

Grillby: ? *opens the door*

Sans: *quickly walks in, ducking under his arm* here. *hands him the letter*

Grillby: *looks at the envelope* ... *furrows his brows, letting out an aggravated sigh* *tosses it into the trash*

Sans: ... uh... *hasn't seen Grillby turn down a friendly gesture of any sort from any one ever* what was that 'bout?

Grillby: Muffet. *rolls his eyes*

Sans: oh, so you do know her... i thought she was just talkin'.

Grillby: I know her... that's one way to put it I suppose...

Sans: ?

Grillby: She's been stalking me asking me out for a month... Fuku even bought bug spray as a joke.

Sans: ... *flutters his eye-sockets, seeming to be trying to piss Griillby off* awwwww, someone's gotta cwush on gwillby.

Grillby: *considering whether or not to hurt him* ...

Sans: sorry, g, i gotta see this. *laughs, winking at Grillby* *picks up the letter from the trash* *notices the ask paper crumpled up* ... *sneakily slips it into his sleeve*

Grillby: *sighs*

Sans: *reads through the letter, looking like he's both confused, creeped out, and humored at the same time* ... woah... she's intense...

Grillby: *nods slowly*

Sans: ... jesus, this almost sounds like something one of alphys' oc's would say...

Grillby: *laughs a little, shaking his head at how accurate that was*

Sans: ... *gets to the bottom of the page* !!?? woAH, okay, didn't needa read that.

Grillby: *snatches it from Sans* *reads it* ... *flames suddenly get brighter* *quickly tosses it back in the trash, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand* ... *quickly decides to change the conversation* Would you like some coffee, I have some made already. De-cafe. 

Sans: *blinks at the abrupt change, but goes with it* sure, g.

Grillby: *nods, heading to another room to put the cloths down before walking into the kitchen*

Sans: *makes sure he's out of eye-shot, un-crumpling the ask paper and reading it* ...oh... *furrows his brows*...hm. *crumples it back up,putting it in the trash with the letter* *decides to just follow*

QUESTION FOR YOU!

Should I...

Continue this and wrap it up...

Leave it off and do a quick plot strengthener with Frisk...

Or do both...

POINTS!!!

Chara: 13

Frisk and Sans: 12

Undyne: 11

Papyrus: 9

Blooky: 8

Mettaton: 7

Alphys, and Flowey: 6

Asgore: 5

Toriel : 4

Grillby: 3

Everyone Else: 1