Gaster Sans POV

I swear to god if he says another thing I'm gonna punch myself. Hmmm. I highly doubt it. Ok that's it. I punched myself in the head. Oww. Damn son. I didn't think you were actually serious. Truth be told dad I was. I then blocked him out. I glanced over at y/n . she was looking at me questionably. " Gaster why did you punch yourself?" She asked head tilted. God damb she looks cute like that. I sighed and said " cuz I'm a numbskull. " I knocked on my skull a couple of times. She giggled and shook her head. " Gas, your so weird." She said playfully punching my arm. " true. I'm weird but I'm sexy." I said teasingly, and I wiggled my eyebrows. She laughed and told me to shut up. I like this one. You really know how to pick out a looker son. Oh my god Dad . shut. Up! No. Oh my god. Why me. I have no idea, and I don't care. Soon we made it to grillby's. I opened the door , and stepped aside so she could go first. But she pushed me in. " nope. Not this time. Bros before hoes." She said grinning. I snickered a little. " but your not a garden tool." I said smiling softly. " true." She said shrugging. We walked over to the bar and sat on one of the stools. Well I sat on one she sat on the one next to me. "So, y/n what do ya want to eat?" I asked smiling slightly. Your dick. Oh my lord. Dad what is WRONG with you. A lot of things son. A lot. Oh my god that was embarrassing. My face is probably piss yellow. " Gas your face is yellow again." Y/n said snickering. I hid my face with my jacket and mumbled every curse word I could think if at my dad. *gasp* language. Sans I am surprised at you. Oh really. What a surprise. I growled in frustration. I uncovered my face after like ten minutes. I looked at y/n and asked AGAIN. " what would you like to eat dove?" . she looked at me blushing slightly. Probably cuz of the pet name. Or she thinks your sexy. Dad shut up. No one wants to here your perverted bullshit.

Y/N POV

I blushed slightly, why did he calk me that? I answered calmly but felt my face get warmer " uhhh I'd just like some fries . that would be f-fine.." . I coughed nervously and looked away. God damb he's hot. Then a walking campfire with glasses walked over to us and asked us what we wanted. " I'd like fries. Large order hot head." I said grinning at the pun. He sighed, wrote what I said down and looked at Gaster Sans expectantly. " uhhh .....I'd like a burger fries and a large bottle of ketchup." He said dully. The walking campfire nodded and walked away. Gas turned to me smirking. " what." I said curiously. He snickered " did you really just call him hot head." . I shrugged and answered " pretty much." He laughed and hugged me smiling, " dude your awesome. Puns are my thang but i guess your an exception. Your cool in my book." He then let go and stared down at the counter slowly turning bright yellow. " oh my God its the sun." I said pointing at him snickering. He blushed harder and looked at me " sh-shut up." He then crossed his arms and looked away, pouting.

( A/N: and end of chapter three. Just a little shutout. To LaughingJackCHIBI DUDE YOUR BAD ARSE. You are also really cool. I like ya . we gonna be great friends. Well til next chapter my beautifuls)