This is for Barbacar and their want for Muffet. Hope I did okay.
One-shot One
Derek enters the bakery with a look of wonder on his small, chubby face. It smelled delicious. He tip toes further in, not even slightly worried about how he's the only one here. Well, besides the working spiders of course. They were the reason why he didn't notice any other humans or monsters. He watched them dance above his head, enthralled by their beauty.
His mother hated spiders, forbade him from going anywhere near this place, but he's heard such good things about Muffet and her baked goods that he didn't even care that she was a monster. They were made out of love and compassion anyway, so he should be fine. There was no reason to fear them, even if they did look scary.
His back hits up against the glass counter and a sweet little chuckle lets out above him.
"Ahuhuhu, deary, careful of where you step."
He turns around with a startled gasp. Looking up he spots a fanged smile and glittering eyes, each blinking down at him separately through a veil of smoke from a big purple cigar that was the size of her fuzzy face. Strangely, he does not smell any smoke, not like the kind that comes out of his daddy's mouth.
Two hands clasp under her chin, making her cute to even the slightly terrified child. Another set of arms are crossed against her chest, somehow bringing attention to her lovely dress of whites and purple. Her last set of hands rest against the counters, patient and gentle.
"Ahuhuhu," She giggles again, one hand covering her mouth and holding the cigar in place, "Close your mouth Deary, catching flies is for moi."
Derek's mouth snaps shut with a loud clunk in the quiet bakery. This close up, he can see why his mother wanted him to stay away. He starts to get nervous. His palms become clammy. His heart beats loudly in his ears. Badump, badump, badump…
"...h-hi…" He barely gets out. His hands clenched in his trouser pockets. He didn't want to be here anymore.
"Bonsure little garçon, how may I help such a fine lad?" Muffet asks kindly, puffing on her fat cigar and batting her eyes in a calming way.
Derek, feeling brave, puffs up his chest and points to the display case, careful not to touch the glass.
"Can I have a baked good, please, Miss Muffet?" Comes out his childish voice, bringing an honest smile to Muffets face. So rare for a youngling like him to stay.
"And how will such a fine garçon be paying?" No matter how cute and brave the child is, she is running a business, and to do so requires money.
Derek roots around his pockets, pulling out three one dollar bills and eight quarters. He sets them on the counter proudly, standing on the very tips of his toes to scooch them as far over to the spider monster as possible.
"I have five dollars, Miss Muffet." He says with a beaming face, surely this would be enough for at least one treat.
Muffet looks down at the money, then over the prices she has posted up. All money counts, and sometimes business is about compromising. Her decision to take the money and head into the kitchen had nothing to do with the human boy looking up at her with such a fierce expression. She just wanted the money and had leftover croissant dough from an earlier batch that she needed to get rid of. No emotions involved.
In a matter of minutes the croissant was done and placed in a paper bag, logo proudly stating 'Muffet's Baked Goods' along the side. She shooed the child away after that, making sure to completely lock up, it would do no good if another customer came in at an inopportune moment.
"Get to bed soon my beauties." Muffet calls to her spiders as she heads to the back.
Entering her back room, she observes her guests as they talk amongst themselves. There was Sans, once again telling another joke and clashing with her gorgeous wallpaper and furniture with his blue hoodie and basketball shorts, she would get him in proper clothing soon, just had to win one game.
Sitting next to the grinning skeleton and telling just as many jokes is her highness, Queen Toriel, though everyone just calls her Toriel now since the monarchy was taken down when they reached the surface. Muffet liked her for the simple reason that she always dressed to match the color scheme Muffet had going on. Purple and white.
The last guest, and by far the loudest and rudest is the former captain of the royal guard and now simply bodyguard to Asgore is none other than Undyne. Muffet could feel her blood pressure rising as the spear in Undyne's hand goes through the table.
"Ahuhuhu, Deary." She hisses out, walking over to the now scared fish monster. "How are you going to pay for that and the debt you owe moi from losing so much in poker?"
"Uh. By winning this round of poker?" Undyne nervously answers. She did not want to be in Muffet debt. This whole idea was stupid. Stupid Sans for talking her into it. Stupid her for listening. This night couldn't get any worse.
"Alright, Deary, but if you don't make up for it in the game then you have to play with mon chéri pet in the evenings for a seven days. Ahuhuhu, deal?"
An: hopefully it's not too bad. Undyne loses a lot more money and Toriel reigns supreme. But it's only seven days that she has to play with the giant spider pet…
Hope you like it Barbacar. Truth be told, I started writing this before you even answered what au you preferred it in. Probably because it's three in the morning right now. Well, three thirty.
This was fun, I'm going to try to make more Muffet one-shots so that i can get all of what Barbacar wanted in.