Disclaimer: I do not own Undertale. Enjoy!
Author's Note: Thank you Barbacar for putting in a request. Here is the story. Hope you all enjoy it.
It was a cold and dark day. A purple spider with long black hair sits in the hospital bed. She lies there as if she was a vegetable. Her name is Muffet. She is the princess of the spiders. Muffet just turns her head towards the window. She recalls what the doctor told her. Dizziness, labour breathing, confusion, convulsions, diarrhea, headache, nausea, and unconsciousness. And this is all because she has abdominal pain? No. This pain is much worse. Muffet turned her head to just stare at the ceiling. Her magic was the only thing keeping her alive. But, it caused her more pain if she used any more than what she is using now. Normally, pains like this go away rather instantly. Muffet thought and thought of ways she could have prevented this. Her mind was throbbing too much to think such complex thoughts. Muffet groaned at her pain. She thought she was going to die alone.
- XX months ago -
"Come here you malicieux spider!" Muffet yelled at her pet spider.
She wore a sleek red and black polk-dot shirt, with black jeans, long black hair, and red ribbons on her hair. Napoleon, her large pet spider, was ruining the part of her beautiful garden. Napoleon aka Nap roared in a fussy rage. Muffet was trying to get Nap to go to bed.
"Nap! Come here you destructeur spider. You are ruiner the garden." Muffet yelled at Nap.
"Marww." Nap growled like a cat.
His eyes slowly closed as they open wide again. Muffet smiled to herself as she sang a lullaby.
(Song: Au clair de la lune)
Mon ami Pierrot
Prête-moi ta plume
Pour écrire un mot
Ma chandelle est morte
Je n'ai plus de feu
Ouvre-moi ta porte
Pour l'amour de Dieu
Au clair de la lune
Pierrot répondit
Je n'ai pas de plume
Je suis dans mon lit
Va chez la voisine
Je crois qu'elle y est
Car dans sa cuisine
On bat le briquet
Au clair de la lune
L'aimable Lubin
Frappe chez la brune
Qui répond soudain
Qui frapp' de la sorte
Il dit à son tour
Ouvrez votre porte
Au dieu de l'amour
Au clair de la lune
On n'y voit qu'un peu
On chercha la plume
On chercha du feu
En cherchant d' la sorte
Je n' sais c' qu'on trouva
Mais je sais qu' la porte
Sur eux se ferma."
Nap slowly closed his eyes. He fell to his side as he snored loudly. Muffet smiled to herself as she throw over a plaid blanket on the pet spider.
"That is a very lovely song." a familiar voice said.
Muffet looked over her brown fence. Sans opened the small gate door. Sans wore a gray beanie, a t-shirt that read "Bone to be Wild", blue jeans, and gray shoes. Sans closed the door behind him.
"You know it's grossier to not knock." Muffet said with a soft glare.
She slowly walked over to the short skeleton. It's been a while since she seen him.
"French accent? When did you learn that language?" Sans asked raising an eyebrow.
"I went to France one year and have seemed to pick it up." Muffet scoffed. "What are toi doing here?" Muffet changed the topic.
"Well my brother and I moved to this street. I decided to take a walk, a short walk." Sans said chuckling at his own joke.
"Ahuhuhu. Very funny as always Sans. Now if toi esprit, I need to go to bed. I got a show tomorrow." Muffet excused herself.
Sans waved good-bye. Muffet headed inside. She clenched her stomach as she headed to bed. Muffet grabbed her pills and went to a deep sleep.
Word(s) translations
malicieux - mischievous
destructeur - destructive
ruiner - ruining
grossier - rude
toi- you
toi esprit - you mind
(Song: Under the moonlight)
"My friend Pierrot
Lend me your pen
So I can write a note.
My candle is out,
I no longer have a light.
Open your door for me,
For the love of God!"
Under the moonlight:
Pierrot replied,
"I don't have a pen,
I'm in my bed.
Go to the neighbor's house,
I believe she's there,
Because in her kitchen,
Someone lit a match."
Under the moonlight:
Kind Rubin
Knocks at the brunette's door.
All of a sudden she replies,
"Who's knocking like that?"
He says in turn,
"Open your door,
For the god of love."
Under the moonlight:
Only a little can be seen,
The pen was looked for
A light was looked for,
Searching like this
I don't know what was found,
But I do know that the door
Was closed on them.