(Sorry for the long hiatus! I got busy and didn't feel like writing UG! Thank you for your patience, it wont go to waste! ~G)

(All I did was re read and edit a few words. Also, GOD DAMN G IS A GREAT ARTIST ISN'T SHE?! All cred for that pic above and this chapter goes to her!!!!  ~Eko)

*Frisk's POV*

A loud smacking sound emitted from the scene that was taking place in front of me. My eyes widened. I knew G was drunk but I didn't think I was ever going to see one of his bar fight stories come to life.

There's a sigh from behind me and I turn to see Papyrus face palming. From his expression, I could tell that this happens a lot. Turning my attention back to the comotion. G and the griffin monster are in a full on fist fight at this point. Papyrus pulls me toward him, keeping me at a safe distance away from the scene while failing to calm the rowdy bystanders.

Poor Papyrus...

"G, you imbecile!" A deep, wispy voice called out. I turn to see a turquoise, nicely dressed monster. He seemed to be made entirely of fire. His thin, aqua eyes illuminated the room.

I observe in awe.

He turned to face Papyrus and I, a smirk on his face. "Need some help out here?"

Papyrus huffed, annoyance drenched his tone. "Isn't that obvious, Grillby!?" The fireman shrugged and rolled up his sleeves further, striding away to help G.

Grillby, as he was called, was obviously the owner of this bar and obviously had a relationship with the brothers. He wore a white, slightly unbuttoned dress shirt with dress pants and shining boots. His cloak was sleeveless and stretched downwards to the floor, a green color giving his outfit a bit of pizazz.

I see where G gets his tough behavior from since Grillby picks up the griffin with magic and throws him into the wall.

G, despite being wasted, lit his hand up with a yellow aura and summoned a huge, yellow glowing scythe. My eyes widened and my breath took a hitch. Jeez, he was more powerful than I thought. I suddenly felt a lot safer around him despite wanting to be independent.

G grew closer and closer to the griffin, pure anger and hatred clear on his face. The griffin begged for forgiveness and mercy, eyes wide and feathered ruffled. But it seemed that he wasn't going to get it anytime soon.

"G! Stop it!" Grillby yelled desperately. G didn't hear him and continued to pursue the monster who'd ripped up my shoulder. Grillby tried again and again but it didn't work. At this point, G was beating the man to a pulp. Yes, I was happy he was doing it for me, but it was going too far. The way the griffin kept peering over to me in true horror had me feeling guilty.

I'm the reason he was being beaten so terribly... It was my fault. The blood lust in G's eyes drove me to the point of fear for the bird like monster... G wasn't stopping for anything.

I'd seen enough for one night.

I took a deep breath and pushed Papy's arm to the side forcefully, running at G. Despite Grillby and Papyrus yells for me to step back, I didn't stop. I just needed to spare G from doing something he'd regret.

Everything felt like slow motion as I leaped in front of him. He had raised his hand to strike a blow, but stopped when I came into his view. At least he had some common sense.

His expression turned to sour, outraged once again. "Move." He demanded, ready to finish the monster off. I crossed my arms and stood my ground, my chin held high and lips tightened to a thin line due to pain shooting through my shoulder.

"No."

"What?" He spat out.

"I said no." I repeated, voice lower to show that I meant business.

His eye flamed for a second before the scene took a pause. He laughed, hiccuping in the middle of it and taking me aback. "Ya' really are a stubborn piece of work, aren'cha'?"

"G, you're drunk." Grillby said behind him. "We should get you home." I stepped closer to G, grabbing his arm, ready to take him to his house.

He didn't budge though and instead stared down at the monster. "Not until this douche gets the payment he deserves." he growls.

Grillby sighed and nodded, taking a step towards the monster.

With one swift sway of his flaming aqua hand, the griffin was lifted from the floor and thrown out the window. "DON'T BOTHER COMING BACK SCUM!" Grillby shouted, fixing his shattered window and busted up wall with what little magic strength he had left.

Papyrus sighed in relief and turned to the crowd of bystanders. "Nothing to see here, folks! Go back to your meals and drinks!" He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his skull as they all turned back, mumbling gossip about what had happened.

G stumbled for a moment, Grillby and I catching him. Grillby turned his head to the kitchen. "Fuku, baby! You're in charge while I'm gone!"

A purple flame peeked out and smiled. "Sure thing, Pops!" she chirped.

He sighed and looked down at me, a softly stressed smile on his face. "I'm Grillby Flamesman, the owner of this establishment and this idiot's stand in father," he said, motioning towards G with an eyeroll.

I smiled back, despite G's weight pushing down on me and the urge to snap at him. "Frisk Evans."

"It's a pleasure Frisk! Now, let's get the drunkard home before he kills someone this time."

I giggled and helped drag G away, Papyrus following behind us solemnly. Jeez G, why must you be such a hothead?

Oh God.

I made a friggin' pun.