You had been walking through Snowdin as per usual, your footsteps crunching into the heavy snow that covered the rough path while you passed by with the usual ominous edge around the area. However, it began to snow with a rough plopping as it formed into cold hail that dropped onto your body harshly while you walked. You decided to go to Grillby’s restaurant for shelter at the moment since you couldn’t amble around with the weather being unusual today. The place was mostly empty with one or two monsters drinking their hearts out in the back to themselves, passing you a cold sleazy glance but nothing more. You didn’t pay them any mind, that was how people were nowadays around here.

You walked up to the counter with a heavy sigh under your breath, sitting down onto one of the high stools softly as you glanced upwards with a stoic expression before it turned to slight surprise and confusion. Standing behind the counter was Fell, who was cleaning a cup with a black towel with a solemn expression on his skeletal face. Rather than the purple fire element, it was the aggressive skeleton that was brothers with the Royal Guard. You had seen him around a few times, but didn’t usually talk to him. Though that was the case for mostly everyone since they aren’t exactly what you would call “friendly.”

Suddenly, Fell looked up to you, his eyelights darting up at your face with a faint scowl on his skull. He raised a skeletal eyebrow, scoffing while putting down the glass onto the counter next to him with a heavy clink sounding out.

“You gonna order or keep staring? I ain’t got all day.”

He remarked with a cold edge in his voice, narrowing his eye sockets as he crossed his arms over his chest firmly with an impatient manner.