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The inside of Grillby's restaurant glowed with a warm atmosphere, giving off a strong feeling of safety from the heat spreading out from the flame-coated monster the place was named after. Grillby was wiping the countertop of the bar, working busy hours as usual. He was a quick bartender, heading on over to the food he cooked behind himself and brought it over to the hungry costumers waiting for their meal. Sometimes, the little white dogs would help in delivering the food to the other tables where several monsters played cards, talked, and overall had a great time.
The entrance door rang, and Sans walked into the restaurant with beads of sweat dripping down his face. It was unknown whether it was from the heat or if it was from something embarrassingly bad, but it could be both. Some of the monsters in the bar noticed that Grillby's favorite costumer looked... different than usual. For one thing, he was wearing boots that were the exact same color as the pink slippers he wore before and squeaked with every step. The white gloves and large bowtie he wore seemed to be reminiscent of what cartoon characters wore during the Golden Age of animation, but the strangest feature of all was that his blue hoodie was stretched over two lumps the size of his head on each of his shoulders, revealing the back of his white t-shirt in which a black devil's tail twitching behind himself.
"Uh... hello, Sans?" Grillby greeted with a look of question through his glasses. "I... didn't expect you arriving this late at night."
"I... kinda ran into some troublemakers," Sans answered nervously, wobbling and trying to adjust his balance every step he took. Every time he tried to walk, it was as though he and different people were fighting over control of the legs. "But don't worry. I took care of them before I got here."
"What exactly... happened to you?" Grillby asked, curious about the large lumps Sans was hiding. "You look... completely different than the other times you came here to this joint."
"What?" Sans responded. "I don't know what you're talkin' about. I've always been me..." Grillby sighed, pulling down Sans's hoodie. The two lumps the skeleton was trying to hide were, in fact, living breathing heads stuck to his body like parasites, and they were both from the era of rubber-hose animation. The head on the rightmost side of the body was a cartoon-y demon with a white face and black horns, and the head on the leftmost was of a light-gray cup with a small red nose and a bended straw with red-and-white stripes.
"I... I... I don't know how to explain this," Grillby stammered in surprise. All three of the heads were moving, blinking, and controlling every part of the body they shared.
"Just... get Bendy, Cuphead, and me the usual," Sans cut off with that sentence. Much like the busy manager he always was, Grillby walked over to the end of the counter, grabbed a burger and a side of fries, and placed it in front of the three.
"...What exactly happened to you?" Grillby asked Sans, who took a bite out of the burger before his other two bodymates bit into the burger one at a time, savoring the most sensational taste their tongues ever encountered.
"Fangirls... cringeworthy animations... mostly fangirls who wanted all three of us as husbands of their own," Bendy pointed out, trying to let Cuphead take control of the arms as he finished the burger himself. "Oh, and also the fact that we're highly-requested Mii costumes for Smash... I think."
"Anyways, the Master Hand had this 'awesome idea' of fusing the three of us together just so everyone could be happy, and the Crazy Hand was happy to oblige," Sans finished, grabbing hold of a nearby bottle of ketchup with their right hand and chugging it down while a satisfied Cuphead finished the burger, the warmth of the digested food traveling to their shared stomach. Grillby just looked at the conjoined trio, more confused than he was before.
"Okay...?" Grillby responded, cleaning up an empty glass with a cloth. "I have to take care of the other costumers. Try to get along with each other in your new... body. And pray to God Papyrus doesn't find out about what you have been through."
"Y'know... I think I like this place," Cuphead told his two pals. "It has some of the best food I've ever eaten."
"Speak for yourself," Bendy answered, catching eye of a gorgeous-looking monster on the other side of the restaurant. Sans simply fell asleep as usual, unaware of the ketchup he was squeezing out of the bottle onto the counter... much to Grillby's annoyance.
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Finished this post hours ago. Hope you also enjoy the little story I wrote.
Cuphead - © Studio MDHR
Bendy - © Kindly Beast
Sans - © Toby Fox
Artwork & story - © me
The inside of Grillby's restaurant glowed with a warm atmosphere, giving off a strong feeling of safety from the heat spreading out from the flame-coated monster the place was named after. Grillby was wiping the countertop of the bar, working busy hours as usual. He was a quick bartender, heading on over to the food he cooked behind himself and brought it over to the hungry costumers waiting for their meal. Sometimes, the little white dogs would help in delivering the food to the other tables where several monsters played cards, talked, and overall had a great time.
The entrance door rang, and Sans walked into the restaurant with beads of sweat dripping down his face. It was unknown whether it was from the heat or if it was from something embarrassingly bad, but it could be both. Some of the monsters in the bar noticed that Grillby's favorite costumer looked... different than usual. For one thing, he was wearing boots that were the exact same color as the pink slippers he wore before and squeaked with every step. The white gloves and large bowtie he wore seemed to be reminiscent of what cartoon characters wore during the Golden Age of animation, but the strangest feature of all was that his blue hoodie was stretched over two lumps the size of his head on each of his shoulders, revealing the back of his white t-shirt in which a black devil's tail twitching behind himself.
"Uh... hello, Sans?" Grillby greeted with a look of question through his glasses. "I... didn't expect you arriving this late at night."
"I... kinda ran into some troublemakers," Sans answered nervously, wobbling and trying to adjust his balance every step he took. Every time he tried to walk, it was as though he and different people were fighting over control of the legs. "But don't worry. I took care of them before I got here."
"What exactly... happened to you?" Grillby asked, curious about the large lumps Sans was hiding. "You look... completely different than the other times you came here to this joint."
"What?" Sans responded. "I don't know what you're talkin' about. I've always been me..." Grillby sighed, pulling down Sans's hoodie. The two lumps the skeleton was trying to hide were, in fact, living breathing heads stuck to his body like parasites, and they were both from the era of rubber-hose animation. The head on the rightmost side of the body was a cartoon-y demon with a white face and black horns, and the head on the leftmost was of a light-gray cup with a small red nose and a bended straw with red-and-white stripes.
"I... I... I don't know how to explain this," Grillby stammered in surprise. All three of the heads were moving, blinking, and controlling every part of the body they shared.
"Just... get Bendy, Cuphead, and me the usual," Sans cut off with that sentence. Much like the busy manager he always was, Grillby walked over to the end of the counter, grabbed a burger and a side of fries, and placed it in front of the three.
"...What exactly happened to you?" Grillby asked Sans, who took a bite out of the burger before his other two bodymates bit into the burger one at a time, savoring the most sensational taste their tongues ever encountered.
"Fangirls... cringeworthy animations... mostly fangirls who wanted all three of us as husbands of their own," Bendy pointed out, trying to let Cuphead take control of the arms as he finished the burger himself. "Oh, and also the fact that we're highly-requested Mii costumes for Smash... I think."
"Anyways, the Master Hand had this 'awesome idea' of fusing the three of us together just so everyone could be happy, and the Crazy Hand was happy to oblige," Sans finished, grabbing hold of a nearby bottle of ketchup with their right hand and chugging it down while a satisfied Cuphead finished the burger, the warmth of the digested food traveling to their shared stomach. Grillby just looked at the conjoined trio, more confused than he was before.
"Okay...?" Grillby responded, cleaning up an empty glass with a cloth. "I have to take care of the other costumers. Try to get along with each other in your new... body. And pray to God Papyrus doesn't find out about what you have been through."
"Y'know... I think I like this place," Cuphead told his two pals. "It has some of the best food I've ever eaten."
"Speak for yourself," Bendy answered, catching eye of a gorgeous-looking monster on the other side of the restaurant. Sans simply fell asleep as usual, unaware of the ketchup he was squeezing out of the bottle onto the counter... much to Grillby's annoyance.
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Finished this post hours ago. Hope you also enjoy the little story I wrote.
Cuphead - © Studio MDHR
Bendy - © Kindly Beast
Sans - © Toby Fox
Artwork & story - © me
Category Story / Miscellaneous
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1000 x 1000px
File Size 1.03 MB
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