Grillby's POV:

"So what are we going to do now?" I had wrapped Y/N in another embrace, long after the confession we had earlier in the kitchen.

"I don't know... I don't know what we are going to do for a living. Confessing is great and all..." She looked up towards me, a look of annoyance present in her eyes. "But it doesn't give us jobs."

I stared at her, her words replaying in my head. I looked away, burrowing my eyes into Sans's carpet, deep in thought as to what we would do next.

"What are we going to do next?" I spoke the general question that hung in the air. I looked to Y/N for an answer.

"Well, we need a place to live, besides Sans's place." She gestured to the living room. "We can't both sleep on the couch, now can we?" She smiled, then squinted her eyes at me. "Or, can we?"

"Uhm..." I felt the heat igniting in my cheeks. "Are you... leading on to-"

"I'm just kidding." She batted away the thought, as she grew a serious expression once more. "Though, it would be nice to get our own bedroom..."

I looked to her with a redder face, as she realized her own words. Flustered, she apologized for the idea of that, but I shushed her, telling her that it was alright. It was more practical, and we just had to move one less thing while transporting our things.

"You're right." She sighed. "It's just... I don't know how to work a relationship. I've done it once in high school," She looked my ways. "But that was just us hanging out, and doing stupid stuff." She rolled her eyes, her blush reappearing.

"Oh." I spoke simply, shifting in my spot, wandering my eyes around to change the subject. "Since we don't have our jobs as bartenders anymore, do you think we could ask the king about our living situation?"

"The king?" She echoed with surprise. "I don't think our situation is that bad."

"King Asgore is a good king, and an understanding one. He hopefully won't try and steal your soul!" I nervously smiled.

"That might be a problem. What if I die Grillby?" Y/N gave a pleading look in her eyes. Those beautiful eyes of hers, it's something that somehow calmed me down just by staring into them. I'm not sure if Y/N has noticed or not, but I'm really, in love with her.

It's not just her eyes that made me feel strange, but the way I overlooked her personality as just a co-worker. I had been so oblivious to my own feelings, that when it had spiraled out of control, I didn't know what I was going to do with my feelings, or what to think about it. I certainly didn't approach my own feelings as being in love, but rather a strong, hate, for Y/N. If I had thought over my feelings, I wouldn't have burned the bar down, or...

"You won't." I mumbled, after a while of thinking. It had taken a while for me to process that she asked a question, but when it finally filtered through my thoughts, I realized that I would be devastated if she were to be gone. Not only would I have no one to work with, I would also not have a partner to talk to, and live my life with... She will not die because of me... she will never...

"Grillby... You don't know that. This is the king for crying out loud!" Her face was angry, but not at me, for once. She was instead intimidated by someone with more authority and the right to murder her. I had never thought of Asgore that way, but in a dire situation like this, I think it would be better for me to change my perspective to be more cynical.

"I know this is the king...  But he is an understanding one. One who I would have tea with time to time. He's a gentle person once you get to know him. So hopefully..." I trail off with uncertainty, as I try to not look at Y/N's beautiful eyes, shimmering with the glint of the color of her soul. "Hopefully we can make it though this, together." I wasn't sure if I was telling her or myself this, as I looked back and stared into that enchanting gaze. She seemed to understand the possibilities at play here, after being covered up by our thin veil that was our job. She understood that in order for her to go back up to the surface, it might need the price of her life to  go back up... It felt as though the only way was up, and even if we could find a house down here and get jobs, it wouldn't be the same as having the bar and running it.

Even if I have never seen the sun in years, I could still envisage all the possibilities of going to the surface. A chance to live a better life with more freedom was all I wanted. I knew that going up above was the way to go... but I would be without the love of my life.

"Grillby?" Her soft voice lulled me from my pondering, and made me look upon her, with her hair that went this way and that... She was beautiful in my own eyes, with me having no idea that she could be even more gorgeous than she already was.

"Yes?" I responded with the same volume as hers, still being transfixed by her face.

"You're crying again..." She whispered, her gaze shimmering with tears. Was she feeling the same emotions that I was... The inevitable distress. Yet, not despair, for we still had a shriver of hope left. Her gentle fingers wiped away my tears, hot to the touch, but not without any harm behind it. More tears cascaded down my cheeks, my mouth shaping into one filled with sorrow. I  started sobbing, feeling utterly scared, and with little chance of actually making it through. I wrapped my arms around Y/N's smaller frame, feeling the softness of her clothes, and the feeling of her hair. I cried into her shoulder, feeling the tears seep into her clothing and practically ridding them of stains. I felt her arms wrap around my back, as she cried softly into my chest, this being the very last embrace before she would be gone...