While sitting at a bar in the underground, the grating sound snoring interrupts your thoughts- you turn to see a passed out skeleton with a bottle of ketchup in his hand. He’s mumbling about hot dogs, it makes you chuckle. Grillby walked over and woke him up, signing “No sleeping in my bar”. The skeleton spoke groggily.

I wasn’t sleepin’ Grillbs- wouldn’t dare-

You scoffed at the remark, getting his attention

What? Do I have ketchup on my face or somethin?

*He did.*lol