Muffet signed again. The kids were fast asleep.
Strange, I would not bet this story could successfully put them in sleep.
She used her magic to clean up all the smoke and send it out of window. The room looked suddenly very peaceful and quiet. She turned of the small light on Frisk's nightstand and left the room.
The hanging clocks in the living room were saying half past nine and Toriel wasn't still home. Muffet wondered what could make her be so late.
As she was sitting in the comfortable couch in the living room, illuminated just by one, small light situated in the bookshelf behind her, she got an idea. Muffet was just going through the cooking book and her eyes laid upon one certain pie recipe.
Oh, what a wonderful idea. I could make something for Toriel to show her my gratitude for trusting me with her kids.
Muffet quickly moved herself to the kitchen and hoped the sounds made by kitchenware would not wake kids up. Book was levitating before her, wrapped in the magic field, and she was looking for supplies she needed.
Each one of her eight arms was doing a different sort of thing. Muffet, excited to a maximum level, lit up her favourite cigar and watched how the pie matter was forming in the front of her eyes.
She put the final product to the oven and watched it become more and more edible each second.
Muffet decided to set the timer and read into some of the books. Some recipes from Toriel's collection would certainly make a great addition to her pastry menu.
When was the timer on the middle way through set time, Muffet stood up and went to check up on the pie, only to find out the light in the oven wasn't lit up. Muffet wondered what could cause the sudden issue with the gas cooker and opened the hatch.
There was a sound of gas leaking from somewhere and when Muffet went to examine the issue, lowering herself to the inside of oven, few sparks from her cigar flew off.
Loud flash and fire consumed the kitchen and catapulted poor monster through the roof. The oven exploded into purplish fireball that quickly found a way out of house through windows. From the hole in the shape of Muffet's body flew out the fire and the pieces of oven and pie. Muffet screamed and disappeared on the horizon with small twinkle.
_Somewhere else
Toriel and Sans met up later that night to stargaze and talk on the way home. Sans changed his mind with staying over night with his brother. Being alone with the former queen and friend was definitely better.
Great light lit up the skies and both of them looked up. Small twinkling star just disappeared above their heads.
"Oh, hey Tori. A falling star." stated Sans.
But, was it really a star?
_Later
"WHO'S DESTROYED OUR HOUSE?"
