Mafiatale - Living Life Among Crime [Frans]

Don't Give Up [18]

No leads. No, fucking, leads. The angry monster with the pupil-less eye sockets (as they were completely blank out of frustration), couldn't believe that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find a single damn person who knew a thing about Gaster. He had tried getting the information out of several people he had been sure that might have known about his whereabouts. However, they claimed they knew nothing which he knew was absolute bullshit. They always seemed to end up dying before he could get the info he needed out of them. 

Right now, the skeleton was in the headquarters, staring down at a desk with a couple of files placed upon them, having pictures linked to them of people he had gone after to try and get what he wanted. They were now all marked with big red obvious X's; they were all dead now and he had nothing. Maybe he wasn't going to find Gaster at all. 

"fuck sake, dad... where are ya?" He growled to himself. He was becoming way too impatient. For so long he had been wanting the return of his father, but that day would never come. He'd never find him. He'd never come back. What if he was dead? Or what if he was taken prisoner in such a way that they were hurting him and he wanted to scream for help but he couldn't, because no one would come for him. He probably wanted to hold onto the hope that someone would save him; no one would. 

"i need a drink..." Sans grumbled, heading towards the elevator. It was hypocritical of him to try and resort to drinking to fix his current emotional state, seeing as he had told Grillby that doing that exact same thing wouldn't solve your problems. Though he admitted in his own head that he was a hypocrite about it at the time, so did it even matter? 

When Grillby saw Sans emerge from the elevator and he saw the look on his face, he could already tell what the man was here for. He obviously wanted emotional comfort. Normally, Grillby might have complied; he knew Sans could get pretty agitated if he didn't get what he wanted. This time, he wouldn't. Grillby knew how awful it made him feel afterwards when he drank to try and fix his problems. He should stop letting Sans making the same stupid mistakes that he was making. "Sans, don't even bother asking. I'm not giving you anything today." 

"what? but why not?" Sans growled. 

"You know why. You said the same to me, there's no point in drinking to fix whatever you're mad about. It won't go away." the flame monster frowned. Already he could see that Sans appeared annoyed by this.

"for fuck sake, grillby, let me have a drink." 

"No, Sans."

"grillby..." 

"Sans." 

"FOR FUCK SAKE, GRILLBY, JUST..." Sans seethed, actually going to slam his angry fists on the bar as he glared at Grillby, before he trailed off and seemed to be going from angry to upset in the flick of a switch. It was then that the skeleton suddenly broke down, placing his face in his arms as they laid on the bar. "i can't take it anymore... i just want him back. i want my dad back. everyone wants him back. ya want him back... i just... i just... i miss my dad." Sans sobbed. 

Sighing, Grillby's face saddened, as he could understand Sans' pain. Perhaps it was different to the pain he felt, considering Sans was a son to Gaster; Grillby was a best old friend. Their situation was different that way. Even so, they still both felt upset because of the whole thing. It was clear to the monster of flame that Sans felt like it was his responsibility to bring him back; maybe because he couldn't he felt like he was failing him. Grillby was about to open his mouth and speak, before glancing towards the door where he could see the human emerging through it. 

"Hey guys! Toriel just gave me a lift after I was with a friend today and..." She stopped when she saw Sans crying. Immediately, she rushed over to his side, going to sit on the stool beside him. "Hey, what happened, what's wrong?"