(UR SANS)

You were at Grillby’s— as usual, chugging a bottle of ketchup, when a lady you’d never seen before walked in. Her skin was blueish-green and her hair was brown, cut in an absolutely hideous bob cut. She asked if Grillby had any water, to which he shook his head. The lady immediately began screaming at him.

“HOW DO YOU NOT HAVE WATER?!”

She banged on the counter. Grillby’s flames flared up, indicating he was angry.

“I’m made out of fire.”

He said simply, but you could tell he was trying not to yell. The lady continued to yell at him until some of his flames flew away from him and onto the wall. That was the lady’s sign to run out, which she did. The fire alarms began to go off, causing everyone else to scramble out of the building.