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I think I'll be sticking to the pen and notebook.

People aren't worth my limited time anyways.

Mettaton draws his attention away from "entertaining" Frisk and Sierra.

"Darlings! I think we should play a game."

Great.

"What? No! I think we should go out. I'm sure these punks don't want to sit through your poses. No offense."

Mettaton scowls, "Fine then...we'll go out."

Are they not even goin' to ask if we want to go out?

Nope.

We're out the door already so...

Frisk stayed home with Toriel, getting the first tastes of her new pies.

Lucky dog.

-time skip because writers block-

So instead of going to Grillby's ... we went a few streets down to Muffet's.

DOESN'T ANYONE HERE HAVE A CAR??

Okay I can't complain, I hardly drive mine.

We walk in and find a table. I flop down in one. "I'm too lazy for this." I groan.

"i hear ya, pal." I look behind me to see Sans on his back on the floor. I snort.

Papyrus stomps over to him, hands on his hips. "SANS YOU LAZYBONES, GET OFF THE FLOOR!"

"nah bro i'm good."

I laugh, "You do know we're in Muffet's right? Wouldn't want to get caught up in her web."

He sits up, "somethin' tells me you would know this first hand.."

"Pfft I don't know what you're-" I turn back around, ending up face-to-face with the one and only greedy spider herself. She's holding a glass pitcher and a tray.

"-EYYY Muffet! How ya doin'?" She groans softly, which sounds like a mixture of hissing and soft growling. "Good, good." I nod, "Is that a new outfit? A haircut too?" She doesn't even blink. I rest my elbow on the table and put my chin in my hand. "I must say, either way, you're looking 'fang'tastic today."

Her grip tightens on the handle of the pitcher. In the background I hear a couple groans and the door but pay no mind to it.

"Careful now, keep that up and you'll end up 'webbing' yourself a 'sticky' little disaster." I smirk. A couple of her eyes twitch, she seethes, takes a slow, deep breath, and walks away. "Aw c'mon, Muffers! Don't get all 'strung' up about it!" I call to her. I notice the group snickering behind me.

Suddenly the pitcher is flying towards my face and the room grows silent. "Woah!" I flail backwards and the chair tips back, falling with me in it. I land on my back. The loud sound of shattering glass against the wall fills the room.

"you forgot to 'tip' her last time, didn't you?" Sans chuckles.

"If only..." I sigh in fake regret, "Hey spidey! Nice 'pitch" you got th-" A string of web wraps around my feet and yo-yos me upwards, covering me in web from my feet to my shoulders. Muffet hums in content with her work and begins cleaning up the broken glass shards.

"Oh my...I think it may have been a bad idea to bring her along..." I hear Mettaton.

"W-what? No I-I think she's n-nice." Alphys.

And finally Undyne chimes in. "Yeah, ignore the bad puns and this wimp's not too bad!"

"Guys. I am literally right here."

"I guess you both are right. I'll keep that in mind."

I huff. Sans stands up and walks towards me.

"how's it hangin'?"

"From the ceiling." I sigh.

He chuckles, "want help?" He stuffs his hands in his pockets.

"I might, possibly, take you up on that. All the blood rushing to my head...it's probably not a good thing." he walks a bit closer.

"yeah your head doesn't need to be any bigger." his left eye and right hand ignite blue.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"nothin'," he shrugs and I'm unraveled from the web. In my flailing from the fall I end up kicking Sans.

I land on the floor and him on his back blinking a couple times, his magic gone along with his pupils. I laugh and walk over to him , extending a hand.

"You okay there? Karma sure has a way of biting back." he grabs it and I pull him up.

"i'm pretty sure i bite harder." he winks at me. I snort and shove his head, making him fall again. He chuckles and gets back up.

Our new friends give us annoyed glares before we all sit at the table ordering food and drinks. I order....um....it's....f/f and f/d...I think. First my features give me headaches and confusion and now this? What the hell is going on with me, man?

--

We're eating and talking, the place starts to get a bit packed; humans and monsters alike.

"...So then I threw my spear at the table. I mean the kid was fine, it just broke my table, but I had to remind the little wimp of the proper manners of a house guest. Fuhuhuhu, I'm such a good influence."

And the next hour went on like that, story upon story from the underground. I wasn't going to lie, I liked hearing them. Only person who didn't tell a story was Sans, and Papyrus.

I was about to ask Sans if he had any stories when something caught my eye.

Or someone perhaps.

A girl walks in.

She has short brown curly locks, light tan skin, and gray eyes. She looks to be around seven. She's wearing a simple yellow dress, white socks, and black Mary-Janes.

She walks past our table. Watching her pass I see her looking at me from the corner of her eyes. She smiles, b-lines, and sits at a table just in my line of sight.

Why is this kid alone?

She begins playing with the silverware, unrolling the napkin and setting the silverware side-by side from eachother.

It's when her tiny hand lingers on the butter knife, twirling it, her light eyes raising to meet mine with such an innocent look to them that I know something is definitely off about this girl.

Why is she so familiar?

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Eh...more of a filler but oh well.

More on the way!

SEE YA GUBBLERS!

~ Bub =)