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Early in the morning, Princess Muffet was throwing up in her bathroom. She carefully made sure that none disturbed her. Muffet did not want anyone worrying about her. Once she finished, Muffet looked at herself in the mirror. She looked more pale then before. Muffet decided to the doctor's place yet again. Their description of her working too hard was not good enough. Muffet felt like her illness was much worse then what the doctor told her. Using her magic, Muffet was able to make herself have a bit of color. She smiled at her reflection weakly. How much longer does she have before magic itself is not enough? Muffet pushed the thought away.

Muffet called to her many servants to prepare some herbal tea. That always helps to relax and helps regenerate some magic. If magic is used excessively, it could kill her. Muffet knows that this is a "mini-boss" in the underground. Well... back then. Since living on the surface, Muffet has become more sluggish. Perhaps it is the lack of fighting days that she has now. Muffet tried to think of something else. Making a mental note that she should train when she has the chance. She thought of her life of the surface.

She trained herself to be the best baker she can be. Her pastries are world-renown. She is famous and a tv star. She is a princess. Napoleon's father is dead. Her French accent is getting better, but hard to keep it going. What about her friends? Besides the spiders Muffet has a hectic life. Juggling between the show and her duties as princess it too much at times. There was a sudden knock on her door.

"Muffet?" the familiar skeleton asked.

Slowly, Muffet put down the tea and headed towards the door. With her body still aching, Muffet had to be careful when opening the door.

"Bonjour Sans. What are toi doing here?" Muffet asked with tiredness in her voice.

"You okay, Muffet? You sound terrible." Sans said looking a tad worried.

"This is my first break in ages since mien show. Can I help you with anything?" Muffet tried her best to act more chipper.

"Uh... Right... I wanted to ask if you are busy today, but knowing that now... The kid and my brother are eager to meet you. We are going to the part to have picnic. Wanna join?" Sans asked deciding not to press her more.

"I would love to Sans. However, I wish to be alone today." Muffet said trying not to sound rude.

She felt her energy coming back.

"You sure? How long has it been since you did something fun?" Sans asked.

"Sans, I said pas." Muffet said bitterly.

She closed the door in his face, careful not to slam it.

"... Okay. Good talk." Sans' muffed voice could be heard.

Muffet listen for his departure before moving away.

There were no footsteps. Sans had not moved. Muffet tried not to move too much. Her stomach was still uneasy. Muffet used more of her magic to keep her from keeling over. That did not help at all. Muffet suddenly lost her strength. She coughed viciously.

"You okay in there?" Sans's muffed voice was now very concerned.

"I'm okay." Muffet said weakly loosing her accent.

No. Not now. Why is she having this sudden attack? The doctor said she was fine. That there is nothing wrong with her.

"Spiders! Get the bag!" Muffet said breathing heavily now.

Sans could take it no longer. He burt through the door, accidentally almost killing it. He saw Muffet on the floor. She looked terrible.

"Muffet?! Do you need me to call the hospital?" Sans asked her.

"Pas! I just need the bag." Muffet said as her pain was getting to her.

This was the most horrible the pain has been. This abnormal pain is not something she is used to. Sans saw the tiny spiders carry the bag. He grabbed it and gave it to Muffet.

"What do I do?" Sans asked looking extremely worried.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone." Muffet breathing was out of rhythm.

She teared open the bag.

"What?" Sans asked as he did not hear her.

"Promise me!" Muffet looked up at Sans.

Her eyes looked desperate. Sans hesitated for a second.

"Sure." he said though not sure if he should.

Muffet grabbed what was inside the bag. It was a SOUL. A green human SOUL. Sans eyes widen in fear. Muffet did not hesitate. She took a huge chunk of it off. Just like that. Muffet was back to normal.

Words translations

bonjour - hello

pas - no