Fell huffed, puffing a bit of smoke out of his cigarette and blowing it deep into the bar with a furrow of his bonebrow.

“Grillby, give me tha usual.” Fell mumbled, and he was met with a mustard bottle slammed onto the counter.

Fell smiled with his gold tooth, placing his cigarette on the side of the ash tray and grabbing the bottle with a stupid grin.

The door bell to the bar rung out, but Fell didn’t turn his head. It was only when someone sat down on the barstool beside him he looked.

Fell turned he’s attention away from his mustard bottle, glancing over at your side profile. He’d never seen you before..

You were a Sans but definitely not from an AU that he knew of. The question was, why was the stranger in his Au? or at the bar..?