You went to an establishment bar called “Grillby’s”. A place where most of the monsters in Snowdin at the underground usually eat, drink, and chill to relax in the bar.

You hear a gruff yet sultry voice when you sat on the barstool, it was Grillby-Fellby. The owner of the place speaking to you while cleaning a glass cup behind the bar counter.

“Hello dearest. How may I be of service for you?” He spoke up while staring down at you with his glasses, awaiting for a response.