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Snowdin Town used to be a quiet town. Until then, not much happened there. There was the occasional event in the middle of town, but every other day was quiet.
That was until two skeletons showed up. They made every day a little less boring. Some were annoyed by the sudden daily commotion, and others were endeared to the brothers.
It didn't bother Grillby, not at all. It never bothered him. The shorter brother did get on his nerves a bit when he just added onto his tab and never paid, but they were both nice men who were respectful of his space and his property.
One day, on the news and on the radio, there was something about an "emergency evacuation". Really, there was nowhere to evacuate to. Most monsters hid in the lower floor of Alphys' lab, which had an ample amount of space for every survivor to hide and still have room to breathe and think.
Some monsters were too far away, and so they hid in their homes. The human, who looked too tiny to be a threat, seemed to roam around, looking for a fight, until dust was all you could breathe in, before moving to the next area.
Grillby closed the blinds. He locked the doors and windows tight- a few of his regulars, which were way too out of shape to book it to Hotland, stayed behind, as they were guided to crouch down behind the counter.
Though, he eventually decided the kitchen was safer. It had it's own key. And so, he sat there in silence, with four other monsters who clearly had just as much of an idea of what's going on as Grillby did- which, clearly, was none.
Senseless slaughter. For what reason? And why a child? They were clearly a child. How could a child do something so sinister? Were they just playing? No, who would play so violently?
Hours had past. Eight hours, to be precise. The human was long gone by then.
Grillby emerged first. He may have been growing older, but he was the most physically capable of everyone who had hid in his kitchen.
He emerged with a broom, a dustpan, and a plastic bag. He recovered what he could of each pile of dust. And, then he returned back to his pub and emerged with an empty bag. Rinse and repeat.
As he neared the edge of town, he recognized a familiar red cloth. He made sure to sweep that up too. And as he did, Grillby lost himself deep in thought.
Snowdin Town had never been so quiet.