"ACTUALLY WE DO!" Bill pipes up gleefully, snatching two glowing orbs from a corner and popping them in a jar on the countertop. "HEHE! They'll combust in a millenia." He pokes them.
Well, size was all about perception anyway.
Sadly, no Grillby would be gracing the two of them with his presence. Many of the regulars were present, but only when one attempted not to focus on them too hard; echoes of repeated memories that occurred so many, many times before. Their conversations familiar, yet indistinct. One minute Bill is sitting beside Sans, the next he is glancing across the counter at the bartender-- who is also Bill.
"You KNOW IT! Or, rather- Your KNOWING it WELL ENOUGH is part of why it looks so SNAZZY! Spent a LOOONG time here, haven't ya, Bones?"
The triangle stands polishing a dirty glass with a clothe.. also made of glass, neither seem to be getting any cleaner.
"Hmm; Looks like JUST YESTERDAY- how LONG'S it REALLY been?"
Despite the change of scenery, it would appear the flames of the fire room were just as numerous before; roaring merrily behind the counter. The room remained windowless, the red door, ever foreboding in its infinance. It seems not even Bill Cipher could rid the realm of its qualities entirely; instead, he merely... refurbished them.
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Well, size was all about perception anyway.
Sadly, no Grillby would be gracing the two of them with his presence. Many of the regulars were present, but only when one attempted not to focus on them too hard; echoes of repeated memories that occurred so many, many times before. Their conversations familiar, yet indistinct. One minute Bill is sitting beside Sans, the next he is glancing across the counter at the bartender-- who is also Bill.
"You KNOW IT! Or, rather- Your KNOWING it WELL ENOUGH is part of why it looks so SNAZZY! Spent a LOOONG time here, haven't ya, Bones?"
The triangle stands polishing a dirty glass with a clothe.. also made of glass, neither seem to be getting any cleaner.
"Hmm; Looks like JUST YESTERDAY- how LONG'S it REALLY been?"
Despite the change of scenery, it would appear the flames of the fire room were just as numerous before; roaring merrily behind the counter. The room remained windowless, the red door, ever foreboding in its infinance. It seems not even Bill Cipher could rid the realm of its qualities entirely; instead, he merely... refurbished them.