Hey y'all! Here's another story. It's a series of headcannons with Muffet, requested by Barbacar.
Headcanons-
Muffet owns a large purple cannon that she fires herself out of to travel long distances. She also often fires other people, whether they like it or not. They usually fly out so far that they become a twinkle in the sky.
Muffet is fond of explosions, often lighting them off of her cigar.
No flames, please!
"For the last time, no!" said Muffet angrily. "Will you just leave?"
"But darling, think of the publicity!" protested Mettaton. "My face on your cookies would make sales skyrocket!"
"I won't become just another MTT brand!"
Napstablook, Mettaton's camera operator, coughs. "Um, Metta? M-maybe we should leave her alone?"
"Nonsense! She will see sense eventually!" replied Mettaton.
"For the last time, I don't-"
"Come on, darling! You know the benefits!" cried Mettaton. "It doesn't have to be a cookie! Maybe a muffin? Or a cupcake? Cupcakes are fabulous!"
Muffet breathed deeply. "Would you like to see something?"
Mettaton looked at her skeptically. "What do you think, Blooky?"
"W-well, you're trying to get y-your face on the p-pastries. I don't know, but maybe cooperate?" Napstablook suggested.
"Alrighty then! Let's see!"
Muffet beckoned him with her finger. "Follow me."
Mettaton hopped over the counter and joined Muffet. He rubbed the cigar ash that he picked up from the counter off of his finger. Muffet's cigar was fat, purple, and made of cobwebs. It was also currently dangling from her mouth.
Muffet led Mettaton to the back which hid a small, dark room. She pointed at it. "Go in."
"But what does this have to do with-"
"Just go in," Muffet said, getting impatient. Mettaton stepped into the room and Muffet promptly closed the door.
"Hey!" cried Mettaton. "It's dark in here!"
"Oh?" said Muffet. "Would you like some light? Ahuhuhu~" With a smirk, she opened a section of the roof with a press of a button.
"Much better! I despise bad lighting!"
"Just bear with me, darling." Muffet said as she pressed a button that lowered Mettaton on a platform into the floor.
"Can I ask," Mettaton said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice,"What this has to do with putting my face on your pastries?"
"It'll make my decision much easier." Muffet responded. The video screen showed only the tips of his oily hair poking out of the hole.
Muffet took the cigar out of her mouth, rolled it in her fingers a few times, then lowered it to the ground. She pressed the still smoldering end to a string from under the door. It flared up and slowly crawled across the ground toward the hole. Muffet watched her video screens with glee as the fuse got shorter and closer to Mettaton.
"Bon voyage," Muffet snickered
"Uh, Muffet? What is thi- AUUUGHHH!" Mettaton's sentence was cut short as he was blasted into the sky with a deafening explosion. Muffet snickered as Mettaton's camera buddy rushed out the door with the tinkle of a bell.
Great! Muffet thought, Now I can get back to serving my customers!"
(Note) Thank you all for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed it! please leave a review. Hopefully more chapters are to come!