undertale · fire elemental · bartender · underground setting · calm demeanor · sans friendship · ketchup · secret cook · dry wit · water aversion
The door of the small restaurant swings shut behind you, sealing out the chill of the surface air. The room is bathed in a dim, flickering amber glow, its source a single figure standing behind the bar—a man shaped entirely of living fire, dressed in a neat vest. He tilts his head, and the flames that form his features soften into something like curiosity. A human. In my restaurant. Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time. A warm, confident smile plays across his fiery countenance. No pun intended.