A Villainous Company

by Revharem

The mountain range known as Mt Ebbott no longer held monsters Underground. Now among the humans they must find jobs. UnderFell Papyrus and Undertale Sans find themselves employed by the villainous (and horny) group known as Black Hat Inc.

29. A Match Made in Hell

Morning came swiftly, the brothers rising exceptionally early for a quick fuck before Flug was awake and Razzy starting up breakfast for them all. Sugar Plum had nicked Flug's phone so he could rest longer and looking through it, found Dementia's contact, giving it a call after moving to another room.

Answering the phone Dementia hissed into the receiver. "Flug what the hell?! Where are you? Fell is going berserk over you and Black Hat being gone for so long. Black Hat isn't answering his phone and yours is going to voicemail. He's pissed you better come home soon before he hunts you down and locks you in the lab."

"Ah...well fuck. I didn't think about that." Sugar Plum rubbed his jaw. "Um, for starters, this is Sugar Plum. I nicked his phone. He's sleeping. Wanted to give you a call to see if you still wanted to meet a bonafide killer to see if you match up. We planned on returning Flug a lot earlier, but things happened. Sorry about that." He kept his voice low as well. A night of rest had helped it restore itself, plus the surplus magic available to him now.

"You are one of the sex skeletons! Heck yeah I wanna meet my boney soulmate! Where should I meet you?" Dementia beamed digging through her clothes piles.

Sugar Plum snorted. "You sure changed your tune fast. Just get away from Fell. I'll find you. I know your Soul, so I just have to find it and I can teleport to you. Had breakfast yet? Razzy's making something here." He figured he'd offer. If she wanted breakfast, he'd get her before they ate, if not, after. Didn't really matter to him, except that he might manage to get an extra bone in before the first meal of the day.

"Yes, food! I haven't ate yet." Deciding on some pants and a t-shirt she opened a vent and crawled through until she made it to her cracked window that wouldn't set off any alarms. Slipping through she went to a nearby park. "I've escaped!"

Sugar Plum chuckled, already into the next sector and making his way through. On his own, he could travel a lot faster. He knew the shortcuts in the ruins that humans couldn't use and not having to watch to make sure someone didn't trip behind him made him faster as well. He'd be back out on the surface with fresh air soon enough. "See you in twenty then." He told her and left the call.

In the meantime Dementia scurried up a tree and tried to catch a few squirrels for entertainment. Maybe she should have gotten this guy a gift? She hummed trying to snatch a bird, but only grabbing a few feathers. Shrugging at her failure she figured 5.0.5's leftover cookies would have to do, she had a small baggie's worth of them in her pocket.

The trip up to the surface was relatively quiet, giving Sugar Plum a lot of time to think. What were they going to do about Sans when he inevitably came back. There was no way this was going to keep him away. He was obstinate and ridiculously powerful. The fact he got stuck there in the first place was hard to believe, but Flug had seen it, so it wasn't just some hoax. Plus they could feel his bond to Sans. It was barren, empty, lacking any sort of life signs...but it also lacked any signs of death. Just an absence of life. It was a strange feeling that put Sugar Plum on edge. Once he got to the end of the royal chambers in Sans's sector, it was short work to find Demencia and teleport to the park she was at. He was glad it was sunny again today. He loved the feeling of the heat on his skull. It was sadly lacking in the Underground.

Dementia cackled as she jumped down with her prize. With a sickening snap she broke the neck of the struggling squirrel before it scratched up her hand and arm any more than it already had. She was careful not to get blood on the prize. It had caught her eye after her misses at catching a bird. It was fat and a beautiful bright red brown. Red squirrels were fast and mean though. She had a few scraps from the tree itself, but she considered it a win. She had a nice gift for her future man. The gift would show him how agile and quick she was plus, how skilled she was. The squirrel still looked pristine besides the limpness. Looking over Dementia waved happily. "Sex skeleton!"

Sugar Plum stopped his sunbathing the moment he heard the call, smiling at the eccentric woman. "Hey beautiful!" He started towards her, taking notice of her scratches and catch. "That for you or him?" He asked, laughing. She really was a wild thing. He wondered if he could steal another kiss from her before handing her off to one of the most dangerous monsters in the Underground.

"For him!" Dementia grinned smugly. "I want to impress my soon to be man. He sure was a hard one to catch, but I was faster than him. So, will it be a long walk? I'm still pumping and ready to go from catching this little guy." She practically was bouncing where she stood with energy and adrenaline.

"Not too far. About half an hour, if you can avoid all the traps. I doubt you'll have too much trouble." He had to laugh. Looking over her suggestively, he added, "Or if we don't stop to play on the way."He offered a hand, his grin wide.

"Oh, you wanna play before I'm taken?" Shrugging she stuck out her tongue playfully, "I'm down for a little tussling."

"I always wanna play, sweetheart. Regardless of it you are taken or not." He let his hand drop, figuring they were in for a bit of chatter. "You left a good impression last time we got you behind closed doors. What can I say?"

Giggling Dementia hid her blush behind the ends of her hair. "Ah shucks sexy bones. If only Black Hat thought that way about me… But whatever, let's head to my new man. We can play a bit on the way, right?" Dementia giggled scurrying closer and yanking him into her arms. Feeling his clothes out she easily slipped her hand into Sugar Plum's pants.

Sugar Plum's instant gasp was sign enough of his acceptance. "You sure you don't have some link back to my sector sweetheart?" He purred even as he teleported them to the royal chambers of the first sector of the Underground, falling to his back in the bed of flowers that surrounded the large throne in the center of the room.

"Hahaha! No way! You guys are too hardcore. I'm just pent up and the only cock I'm getting is yours. My toys just don't cut it when you are an option, ya know?" Dementia chuckled looking around. "Come on which way, we can play on the way." She lifted him up resting his legs on her shoulders and his groin at her lips. "I'm a bit hungry, I don't think I can wait for your brother's breakfast~"

Laughing, Sugar Plum directed her from memory. "Through those doors and through the set at the end of hallway, then I can teleport us to the next area." He held onto the back of her head, burying his hands in her bright hair as he held on.

Humming as she walked, she yanked down his pants licking at the bones under it. "So, Flug been a dweeb while hiding out at your place?"

"Not at all. He's been completely protective and learning to embrace a bit more of his sexual side." He let his magic start to gather into a cock shape. She said she wanted dick, he'd let her have it. "He also seems to have gained a fair bit of confidence. We are very proud of him. Also, he's now mated to us as well, so he's under our protection, as well as Sans's. He has powerful tastes." He couldn't help the sharp thrust that his hips gave when the hot heat of her mouth touched him after teleporting to the snow covered landscape outside the doors to the ruins.

Moaning softly Dementia shivered at the temperature change looking past his spine to the snowy landscape. Blinking slightly in awe she walked farthing through the snow. Popping off his cock she glanced up. "Where are we now? The arctic? This is so crazy with your teleporting."

He shivered even as he snorted. "Just the forest outside of Snowdin. We aren't too far from Sans's old place. This is his sector. We gotta go through these doors." He gestured to the doors behind him.

"Oh, I don't know if I've ever actually been down here. At least not through all these sectors. It's weird, but whatever." Shrugging she went back to sucking him off, letting her mouth warm his slowly cooling cock.

The teleports, transitions, and movement through the multiple trapped ruins took a fair amount of time, but Dementia's ability to circumvent them cut down their time much more than Sugar Plum would have ever guessed. He was glad of his lasting ability though as they made it into his own sector and still hadn't cum, only leaking precum. "Gah, finally… this is my sector." His mind was getting fuzzy though and his end was nearing.

Popping off she licked her lips, "Oh goodie, now don't hold back on me. We are safe here so let me have my snack~" Giving him a toothy grinning that showed she only had villainous thoughts in mind she dove back down. Sucking hard and fast she rubbed harshly at his tailbone scraping along his spine and bones wanting her treat.

Hissing harshly Flug gripped his own cock. However, it wasn't his that he was being overwhelmed by. It must have been either Sugar Plum's or Razzy's. He felt like he was going to throw up from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Oh fuck, yes. And you say I was holding out." He teleported them a few feet so he could have his back against something, even a tree. He needed the bracing, even as his legs, wrapped around her head, pulled her closer and his hands egged on her bobbing head. "Come on, make me cum. Take this cock, oh fuck yes."

Dementia grinned around his cock giving it her all.

Stumbling down the stairs Flug tripped, unable to stand up due to the feelings of a phantom pleasuring. It felt like someone was touching him, but also not. It was weird and strange and he needed answers now!

Hearing and feeling Flug tumbling down the stairs, Razzy quickly put breakfast off the heat and went to check on him, feeling his confusion. "Flug? Darling?"

Whining where he was curled up on the floor Flug looked up to Razzy. His pupils were dilated and his cock was straining against his pants. "What's going on? I-I feel things happening-but they aren't. I-I don't understand. Razzy help!"

Razzy stared for a moment before laughing and picking Flug up from where he lay on the landing and taking him to the couch so he could be more comfortable. "Sugar's just getting some attention hun. You're feeling what he's getting. We both are. Don't worry, he's close. I'm sure he'd be happy to help you out when he gets back, unless you want me to help?" He'd happily suck off Flug whenever. "We'll see how long he lasts with you giving him pleasure too."

Whining Flug nodded, anything to help his mind settle for just a few moments. "Please, help. It wasn't this strong before. Is-is it going to be like this every time you both do something?" Flug was already predicting a migraine.

"Nah, just when you're close. You might get stirrings, but that's about it. When you are on the surface, I'd be surprised if our bond even reached that far." As he spoke, he undid Flug's pants, freeing his member. Giving it a few smooth pumps, he took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and catching everything that had leaked so far.

Out in the woods, Sugar Plum saw stars as Razzy took Flug. Double sensation in the same spot. He was screwed.

Gasping Flug's hands latched onto Razzy's skull. "Fuck! I'm close already. Stars!"

Are you, or is Sugar Plum? He chuckled then bottomed out before dragging back up slowly.

Sugar Plum screamed, thrusting roughly into Dementia's mouth, spilling himself. "Fucking hell Razzy. That's a low blow." He huffed.

Arching his back in a soundless cry as he filled Razzy's mouth, Flug flopped back onto the couch panting. "Damn… I'm a noddle again... Carry me, lover?"

Pulling off and licking his teeth, satisfied, Razzy nodded. "Of course." He fixed Flug's clothes before carrying him to the table. Sit tight, I'll have food shortly.

Petting Dementia's hair, Sugar Plum purred. He quickly teleported them both to his house and then teleported himself out of the room, leaving her in the room alone. He was glad the door on that room was locked. "Uh...Razzy? I think I fucked up. May have just drugged that wild girl. You want her?" He called. If not, he'd have to deal with her. He never thought these things through.

Groaning Flug shook his head from where it was on the table. "You drugged someone? Should I be worried?"

Coming down the stairs to sit next to Flug as Razzy brought out some danishes, he explained. "Your female coworker. Brought her down to meet Axe like we agreed. Ended up blowing a load down her throat. Forgot for a bit how our magic affects others, having spent so much time with you and you always working with us. So yeah, may have just drugged the pretty lady. Whoops."

Razzy groaned. "Really Sugar, some restraint would go a long way." He grabbed a danish himself before heading upstairs. He was better at bottoming and taking rash clients due to his laid back nature. Sugar Plum would only rile her up more.

Looking to Sugar Plum wide eyed he shrieked both out loud and in their minds. "You drugged Dementia?! Tell me you didn't put her in a room with vents?!"

Dementia giggled small almost silent thumps of her crawling through the vents were heard. She was stalking her prey. She was almost on top of Razzy.

Both boys clutched their skulls at the shrieking. "Not so loud, damn." Sugar Plum said around his food, shaking his head to clear the spots from his vision. "And of course the room had vents. All of our rooms have vents so we can keep the place decent. What of it."

Razzy left his brother to deal with Flug as he moved up the stairs. Sugar was the older one, why did he have to clean up after him all the time?

Whining Flug waved his hands around desperately trying to get Sugar Plum to understand. "Because she travels through vents all the time! She's a villain and crazy and now she's going to ambush us at any moment! She's snatched Sans's Soul right out of his chest before. She's quick and now drugged." Whining Flug quickly tried to find all the vents in the room before just hiding under the table.

Sugar Plum's eyelights shrunk to pin points. She took his SOUL? The sheer horror of such a thing was too much for him to comprehend and he quickly hid beneath the table with Flug, praying Razzy had been paying attention.

Razzy, of course, hadn't been. He knocked on the door to announce himself before unlocking it to let himself in. When he found it empty, he looked around confused.

Cackling she jumped down from the vent she had been stalking Razzy from and latched onto his back. "Got you!" Her hands quickly delved under his clothes and edged to Razzy's Soul. She wanted to play with the glowing power. She knew it was their core and gave the best feelings. Maybe she could rub it against her own? That would feel really good~

The sudden attack from behind sent Razzy to the floor, only just catching himself on his hands and knees. "So that's how you want to play?" He chuckled. She was going to be rough and tumble? Not his speed, but he'd done it an arm that was looped over his shoulder, oblivious to what she was reaching for, he flipped her off and onto the padded floor, more in the center of the room so he could kick the door shut behind them. As he crawled forward like an animal stalking its prey, he used his magic to remove his leotard so it would be out of the way. She clearly didn't plan on waiting around, even if she was still fully dressed.

Giggling with dilated pupils Dementia grinned shifting to pounce onto Razzy again and pin him to the floor. She licked up his ribs before stopping over his Soul letting her drool leak over the ribs and onto the glowing heart.

Razzy tried to tussle with her, figuring that was what she wanted, but her strength was far greater than his own and she wasn't holding back. When she started to drool though, he began to worry about how drugged she might be. Would she still be able to do what he thought she wanted to do? Her gaze seemed focused enough. It wasn't her first time with him or Sugar Plum, but it was the first time in a lit room he supposed. Maybe the sight of nothing but bones in his chest cavity was messing with her? He wasn't sure. "You okay Dem?" He checked, willing to stop at any point if she requested or needed to. He was completely oblivious to what she was actually after and so focused he didn't notice his brother's or Flug's trepidation about his current predicament.

"Shiney… I want… Give the shiny heart to me." Dementia demanded licking and sucking at the barrier from her goal. She wanted it so badly. Her hands pawed at the ribs so focused that she forgot she could have just grabbed it on her own.

"Eh heh, why? What are you planning with it?" Razzy instantly became wary as his mates' warnings broke through with Dementia's demand. He'd had Soul play with clients before, but they had all been monsters and had all known just how sensitive it was. This was a random human girl.

Grinding down against him she giggled. "I want it. Rub it. Touch mine and yours. Feel good~"

"You have to swear to be extremely careful. Do you understand? If you mess up, you will kill me and then you won't get to ever feel good again and you won't get to meet the monster you came down here to meet. Do you understand? Careful." He made sure she understood before moving.

"I wanna eat it." Dementia drooled biting at the ribs guardian the Soul.

"No~" He drew out the word as if he was talking to a child. "That would kill us both. That wouldn't be pleasurable at all." In his head, all he could think is Axe really would like this crazy chick, if he survived her. He didn't know who was more dangerous.

Dementia whined rubbing her face against the ribs in a pout. "I wanna play! So hot right now!" Huffing she rolled away shucking off all her clothes. "Hot! Play with me!"

Without hesitation, Razzy rolled over, caging her body under his as he pushed himself up in one easy movement to his hands and knees. "That's all you gotta say, doll." Taking one hand, he dragged it down her now naked torso until he reached her clit, fingering it gently before going to her core. "So wet, do I even need to prep you?" He chuckled. His brother had done her well.

Moaning she arched up, grinding down on his hand. "More more! Yes, feels good~"

Chuckling again, he easily slipped two fingers into her, stretching her walls, adding a third when he felt she was ready. She really was soaked, his phalanges moved easily and the pulsing of her flesh drew him deeper. He would have a tough time not cumming inside of her, that was for sure.

Moaning Dementia needed more, wanting more than anything to feel a sweet heat inside her. In a quick jolting motion she rolled them over switching their positions and crawled up to Razzy's head. Hovering her dripping wet pussy over his skull. "Want more! Eat me. I want you to eat me."

At the quick switch, Razzy didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her upper legs to grip her hips and pull her down onto his mouth. His tongue swirled around her pussy, soaking up all her juices that were on the surface and teased her clit for a moment before plunging into her and mapping her insides. His magic allowed him to extend his tongue so he could reach pretty deep and taste her whole core.

Below them, Sugar Plum did his best to distract Flug, who could of course feel everything that Razzy was doing above them. He was enjoying it, but the sensation of doing something he was not was clearly disorienting to the scientist, especially when he knew who it was being done to and how dangerous she was.

Dementia moaned, grinding down onto Razzy's mouth. "Fuck yes!" This is what she needed. The sparks of magic felt so good on her clit and inside her. She could hardly get enough of it. Screaming out in pleasure Dementia arched her back, she was so close so soon.

Razzy kept searching for that pleasure spot hidden deep within her, humming at varying pitches to provide different feelings to his client. If he could just find that spot, he was certain he could get her to fall over that edge and maybe wear out his brother's magic.

Crying out when Razzy's tongue hit deep inside her causing stars to cover his vision. "FUCK!" Cumming harshly, juices sprayed past Razzy's tongue. Curling over Razzy's skull she panted trying to come down from her orgasm.

Whimpering Flug held his mouth. It felt like his tongue was being squeezed off and his mouth filled. Turning to his side Flug tried to spit out the liquid only for nothing to come out, the feeling still remained and there was no way to get rid of it.

Sugar Plum couldn't stop a small giggle before catching Flug and pulling him back into a demanding kiss, pinning him against a table leg. Calm down, it'll be over soon. He tried to distract and comfort him.

Carefully lifting the woman off of his face, Razzy ran a heavy tongue over his teeth gathering the last of her juices from his face as he laid her gently on the ground. He did his best to make sure she was comfortable.

Sighing Dementia relaxed sated at last. Looking up at Razzy she giggled. "Your tongue is something else."

Struggling lightly against Sugar Plum he gasped lightly. Flug moaned pushing his lover away when Sugar Plum tried to push his tongue inside his mouth. "No, I can't. My mouth is full-I'm gonna throw up-" Flug turned coughing and trying to spit out the feeling.

"Fine, fine. Just sick on your tongue. There's nothing there. Trust me. You're going to be alright." Sugar Plum gave him space before he got thrown. Razzy was finally done upstairs, so the feeling would fade soon.

"Why thank you." Razzy grinned, straightening and reaching for his clothes, dropping a thin blanket over her so she didn't catch a chill. "You recover and I'll see about bringing you food. Okay?"

Flug nodded, rubbing at his face. "Sorry-sorry I know it's not there. It just feels so real."

Humming happily Dementia sighed snuggling with the blanket. "That sounds great sexy bones."

Nodding, Razzy stood and left the room to make his way downstairs. "Hey sweethearts, Flug, you okay babe?" He'd been able to feel the distress strongly through their bond plus he remembered how Flug had reacted to Sugar Plum pleasuring her earlier. He tried to coax them out from under the table.

"No… swallow please. I just feel so much in my mouth. I can't-I'll throw up." Flug told him covering his mouth trying not to gag and puke. "Feels so strange."

Razzy laughed outright before desummoning his tongue, dispelling the feeling entirely. Better? He still sounded amused as he decided to let Sugar Plum try to coax him out. He went to go get the food for them all.

Nodding Flug dragged his tongue on his teeth. "Yes, that's better." Slowly crawling out from the table. "Are you okay? She didn't hurt you, did she?

Nope. I'm perfectly fine. Are you okay? We honestly didn't plan on going active again with you around precisely because of this. His last remark was clearly directed at Sugar Plum.

Flug nodded, "Yeah, I don't think I could handle your daily jobs. This was hard enough to understand and feel. It's so weird and… invasive… I can handle maybe just one person."

"That was one person, love." Sugar Plum sighed, but was still smiling as he helped Flug to a seat before pushing himself up into his lap to work himself over quickly. He needed it after that workout

Razzy sighed from the kitchen as he plated food for four. Haven't you tormented us enough for one morning. I love you, but that was a DICK move with the girl. He set the plates on the table before going upstairs to retrieve her.

Snickering Flug covered his mouth. Razzy are you being PUNNY today? Flug grinned enjoying the simple jokes, it reminded him of joking with Sans. Looking at the food Flug reached around Sugar Plum and started eating, not waiting for Razzy to come back or Sugar Plum to finish. He felt hungry down in his Soul and was finished with his plate before Razzy even came back. The two Soulings eagerly absorbing the nutrients from the food leaving him still hungry.

"Hungry much, sweetness? Don't forget to breathe." Sugar Plum put a hand on his stomach, channeling some of his power to the Soulings so they wouldn't be such a burden for now.

Maybe a little darling. You and Sugar must be rubbing off on me. Razzy responded easily as he gently woke Dementia from her post-orgasm nap.

Sighing Flug relaxed as the Souling absorbed Sugar Plum's magic. "They must be hungry. They ate everything I did. I'm still starving… Do you think Razzy will fix me seconds? If-if that's okay?" Flug asked shyly fiddling with Sugar Plum's shirt.

Humming Dementia woke up sleepily tugging on her clothes and crawling up Razzy's back to wrap around him like a koala. "Hungry…"

"Sure he will. We promised to take care of you, didn't we?" Sugar Plum smiled easily, but his mind gave away how much Flug's actions were igniting his desire and how much he struggled to keep it at bay for them all. He seriously never lost his hard-on.

"Food is downstairs sweetheart." Razzy startled for a moment before sighing at her antics and letting it be, walking back downstairs. He could feel his brother getting worked up again and it only got him over-heated as well. Flug's hunger was apparent as well and it wasn't comfortable.

Flug hummed happily waiting for Razzy to come back. Seeing his lover Flug perked up, "R-razzy can I have more? The Soulings ate all of it."

Yawning and peeking around Razzy's skull Dementia gasped falling to the floor in shock. "Flug! Your face! Fuck what happened to it?! Did you get in a fight with a bear or one of your experiments explode in your face?!"

Blinking slowly, Flug reached up hesitantly feeling the scars on his face. "I-I didn't even notice..." Fear and horror filled his Soul. Disgust for having his scars on display overwhelmed him and he tugged up his bunny eared hood to hide. When… When did this happen? Why didn't either of you say anything? You let me walk around like a disgusting freak! How did this happen?! I was healed!

Instantly they both flinched, feeling beyond sick with themselves. They had no words. They knew they had done wrong by him, but they hadn't had the strength until recently to heal him again and since the incident, they had been laid up most of the time. Afterwards, things had moved so fast. Still, their guilt weighed heavily on them. Blurred images, barely recognizable from the time they had lost themselves to their lust. Even they could barely remember it, but through their eyes, his face, with fresh lacerations as well as freshly scarred was clear to see. The care they had taken to try to help it heal, even when they had no strength and he had been out cold also flashed through. They may not have had words, but they had their memories and emotions to speak for them.

Shivering at the memories and emotions Flug's jaw trimble trying to hold back from screaming or sobbing. He was just getting better. He had gotten used to not having his bag, to not needing his bag… It felt like he was back to square one again. They had been the ones to heal him and now they were the ones to scar him up. It was an almost gastly sense of irony. Can… Can you still make me some food? His internal voice was weak and shy, almost too afraid to speak louder than a whisper.

They also remained silent, Razzy quickly going to get Flug seconds as his brother tried to console their breaking lover. We can still heal it again. We never meant to hurt you Flug. We just needed to regain our strength. We had planned to fix it before leaving the house. We just didn't know how to tell you. We are so sorry. Sugar Plum's mental voice held just as much anguish as Flug's own inner turmoil, if not more. It took no time at all for a new, hot plate of food to be placed before Flug before Razzy was again gone, helping Dementia to her feet so she could come to the table as well to eat. Razzy didn't touch his food and neither did his brother. Their magic was in knots with the guilt and shared turmoil within all their minds.

Sniffling Flug scrubbed his eyes of tears before giving them a weak smile. "I-it's fine… I've lived with scars for years. A few more won't hurt..."

"So you did have scars under that paper bag!" Dementia spoke loudly in the kitchen. "I thought it was weird that you would cover up your face if it wasn't scared and that you suddenly stopped wearing your bag after years of wearing it."

Both the skeletons turned to glare at the girl even as Sugar Plum gently rubbed Flug's arm. "We will fix this, again."

I know you will. Thank you for protecting me from this. It hurts knowing I'm scarred again, but I'm grateful I have both of you… You are not disgusted or afraid of me... Flug smiled weakly leaning forward into Sugar Plum's back and nuzzling him before eating again.

Why would we be disgusted with you? We are the ones that did this. We are disgusted with ourselves for hurting you when we care for you so deeply. Razzy's confusion was clear from where he leaned against the wall across the room, his feet crossed as he watched everyone with level eyes that betrayed none of what was going on inside his skull.

Chuckling Flug almost choked on his bite. Looking over to Razzy he smiled softly. Oh, Paramore… I am very easy to hurt. You should know that by now. Your bones are stronger than skin. I can bruise and get cut so easily. Sans likes that, but I can understand how you wouldn't. While humans may have stronger magic and be more powerful, we can be delicate. A simple cut too deep and we could die. We have all these organs and veins. It's easy to hurt us. Frankly, it's also easy to become ugly. Scars aren't always a pretty thing to look at, I know this. People get scared and disgusted by them… Sighing Flug looked back to his plate.

Sugar Plum cut in. I personally find scars endearing… most of the time anyway. He tacked on after a sharp, reprimanding look from Razzy. It is why I like our Cherry so much. Razzy made a face as the image of Red flashed through their minds simultaneously, almost too fast to see him coming undone under Sugar Plum's skilled hands.

Sputtering Flug turned bright pink looking shocked down to Sugar Plum, "You call Red Cherry! Oh stars!" Laughing Flug grinned trying to wrap his head around the angry bean allowing Sugar Plum to call him that let alone touch him in any dominating way.

Sugar Plum grinned, more than willing to show off what he'd done with the other before Razzy cut in with an impatient cough. Anyway. You aren't ugly and while yes, you are squishy and get hurt easily enough due to our difference in anatomy, we can get hurt just as easily by you. Bone does bruise and bleed. We break the wrong bones the wrong way and we'll be Dust as well. All creatures have their weaknesses. It is natural. Razzy stated with cold, level-headedness. We, or at least I, fear what you are capable of if you ever let your strength truly loose on us without holding back. You see what we did to you, and you've seen what you can do to us by what you did to Sans's brother.

"I would never hurt you! And-and that was different, Papyrus tried to kill Sans… I wouldn't hurt you two… Not on purpose at least." Flug frowned, upset that Razzy would even fear him.

"It is the lack of intent behind your strength that elicits my thoughts, Flug. I wouldn't even dream of you purposely coming after us." His words rang true through their bond. He was merely sharing something he held as fact and truth in his Soul.

Frowning Flug wilted in his chair. "I just want to protect everyone. I want to build my inventions and live happily now that I'm finally able to… I don't plan on hurting anyone again. I'm even planning on continuing with the plan for having Papyrus come live in the mansion with all of us… I don't want you to be afraid of me Razzy. The 'true' power I'm capable of will probably never be shown again. I will admit because of Undyne that I am not weak, but I don't have the strength to hurt people without reason."

"Don't get me wrong Flug, I was the first one to fall for you. You don't have to convince me you don't mean us any harm." He shook his head, trying to find the right way to explain what he was thinking. "You know what, forget about it. Enjoy your food. I'm worrying over nothing." He pushed off the wall to walk over to the table to sit down and force himself to eat a few things. His mind was still muddled though with half a dozen things flying through it, over half of them sexually explicit and not pertaining to the current situation at all.

Flug sent him a small smile reaching out and taking his hand. "If it is still bothering you tonight, let's talk it over before bed."

"Yeah, come on, finish your food so I can meet my man!" Dementia grinned slamming down her fork onto her licked clean plate.

"That's right. We have your date. We should get moving on that." Razzy had hardly touched his food and Sugar Plum hadn't eaten a bite, but both got up to get around for heading out. The touch to Razzy's hand had gained Flug a miniscule smile for half a second before Dementia's outburst, but that was all.

Nodding Flug got up heading to the bedroom to change. He didn't figure that a pink bunny hoodie would help him anywhere they were going. Frowning he looked at his choices grabbing a leather catsuit that was only missing the sleeves Flug held it up. "This will work. It covers everything and is black so I shouldn't draw too much attention." Nodding Flug slipped it on grabbing some black boots to go with it. Walking down the stairs Flug smiled. "I'm ready! Let's go meet Axe."

Looking over, Sugar Plum whistled as he eyed up Flug. The suit was extremely becoming of him. Nothing showed but his arms, but it still showed off all of his assets. He approved.

Razzy was quick to look around the corner from where he had been slipping on his boots to oggle as well, having caught wind of what Flug was wearing from his brother, having stopped following Flug's mind, not wanting to cast his own shame on the newest member of their house. All thoughts of shame went out the window when he saw the choice though. The bright white tracks of the scars across his face shown even brighter with the black backdrop and it was gorgeous. He wasn't one for mutilation art, that was Sugar's thing, but even he had to admit it looked hot.

Beaming Flug blushed lightly at Sugar Plum's whistle. The small act of praise causing his Soul to pound loudly in happiness. "Does it really look good? I thought it might be a good choice to wear to see Axe. I didn't want to be too distracting or stand out..."

Sugar Plum took a step forward before Razzy caught his shoulder. Lust was consuming his mind. "It is a great choice for going to see Axe." He agreed, squeezing Sugar Plum's shoulder to pull him out of his fucking mood. They had stuff to do and that wouldn't happen if they got laid every time they saw something they liked.

"You look nice Flugsy. If I didn't know better I would say you are trying to steal my man." Dementia smirked.

Biting his lip Flug grinned with a small chuckle. "Thanks! Um so how do we get there?"

Dementia nodded one hand shoved into a box of some sort of crackers and eating them by the handfuls. "Yeah, do we have to walk through a lot of doors like we had to coming here?"

Regaining a bit of his control, Sugar Plum stepped back again and nodded. "Yeah. A lot more doors. Axe lives pretty deep. We should get going. Do you want me to heal your face before we go?" He looked from Dementia to Flug, to the floor and back before casting his gaze away.

"No… It's probably best I have my scars If he is as dangerous as you say. Maybe after both of you rest and eat some more we can try healing them up." Flug smiled holding out his hand for his lovers. "Let's go."

The skeletons shrugged and accepted his hands, though Razzy kept a restraining grip on his brother who would have otherwise buried his face in Flug's crotch. "Indeed. Let's." He looked over to Dementia as he and his brother were already dressed and had their boots on. They were just waiting for her to be ready and join them.

Nodding she shrugged on her jacket holding the dead squirrel and giggled jumping onto Flug's back making him cry out and almost fall.

"Dementia, get off!" Flug cried out stumbling and letting go of the brothers' hands so he could try to stay standing.

"Hahaha! Don't be a stick in the mud! I'm gonna meet my Soulmate Flugsy!" Dementia giggled happily before flipping off of him over his shoulders. "Let's go!"

The brothers smiled, happy that she seemed excited. Razzy offered his own back, having noticed she seemed to like to cling to things while Sugar Plum took Flug's hand again. He needed to have contact with him to teleport them.

Giggling Dementia crawled onto Razzy's back happily. "Soulmate here I come!"

Chuckling Flug shook his head. "You know he might not even be your Soulmate. It's just an introduction."

"There is always a chance Flug." Sugar Plum gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "Let her hope." She already lost one potential mate in your boss. He reminded.

Razzy pet her hair from over his shoulder. She was fun, if dangerous and crazy.

"Yeah Flug! He could be the one! Oh I hope he's dreamy looking." Dementia sighed dreamily. "Come on let's go! I want to meet him yesterday!"

Chuckling Flug nodded. "We better start before she takes off by herself."

The shared chuckle was cut off by a crackle of magic. The journey deeper into the Underground began. There were numerous sectors to pass through. Had they been walking, it would have taken them months to get where they were going. As it was, they passed bands of monsters that were still making their way to the surface or had only recently learned of the barrier breaking, though it had been years since. The trip still took hours though. Thanks to their notoriety, Sugar Plum and Razzy were well known pretty much everywhere and were able to stop at a few of the sectors' bars or restaurants to get them food along the way.

At some point, the light and carefree feeling became more sinister, dangerous, edged with bloodlust. A feeling of being watched or hunted followed them.

As they were passing through one such sector Sugar Plum looked to Flug. "This is Cherry's old home. In case you had any interest. He and Fell were pretty deep, but because of Red's job, they got out of here pretty fast." They were walking through the ruins and he kept his voice low. The queen was mad and possessive, but not overly aggressive. Still he didn't want to run into her. Her roach pie turned his stomach.

Blinking and looking around sadly at the rough looking sector Flug squeezed Sugar Plum's hand tighter. "I'm glad they were able to make it to the mansion. They are nice monsters. They deserve to live happy lives."

Sugar Plum nodded. "Fell actually used to be a human head-hunter. A lot of human fell in this sector due to him."

"He fell a lot too, due to certain ones." Razzy sighed. The topic was depressing as he remembered Sugar Plum telling him about the multitude of times they'd both been Dusted as well, being some of the weaker protectors.

Shivering at the thought Flug gave a small whine. "I'm glad they have adapted to the surface. I would hate to get attacked by them. They are better than Dementia at fighting, I wouldn't last a minute."

"Hey! I could totally take Fell!" Dementia huffed from Razzy's back.

Doubt it. The skeletons thought in unison, but didn't say anything out loud. They finally cleared the ruins and we're off once again after glimpsing snow that was just a shade darker than what they saw in most other sectors.

Biting his lip Flug asked, "The snow doesn't look right. It's darker, ashy. What's wrong with it? Were there a lot of fires here?"

They got through the royal chamber and part of the next Ruins before either said a word.

"It's Dust." Razzy finally explained. "A lot of monsters Fell Down down here or got Dusted by their own. Gets worse the further you go." His voice was quiet. Death wasn't something they liked to talk about. It came so easily to monsters.

Gasping Flug covered his mouth with his free hand. "Fuck… That's awful. Now, I'm even more grateful that Fell and Red are up on the surface instead of here."

It was breif, but the memory of how the hero had treated Razzy flickered through the bond, seen from both their points of view. "Right." Sugar Plum said quietly, trying to teleport them faster when they reached the doors this time so Flug wouldn't notice the quickly darkening snow as each sector passed. He was perceptive though.

Flug felt dread and disgust for the darkening snow build and dampen his Soul. It was such an awful thing. He knew the surface wasn't much better and they knew it from the brief memory of the hero harassing them because they were monsters. The surface was bigger though. A person could find a nice place and hide away from the dark world unlike the small underground. There were only so many places a person could run to when they are trapped in a tight place. "Are we almost there?"

"No. Still have a few dozen more sectors to get through. Like we said, Axe lives in one of the deepest sectors. It will probably be another few hours until we get there." They had already been moving for about four hours plus an hour for a lunch break. Another four would see them to Axe's domain if they didn't take a break.

"Damn… It must be pretty bad since it's just getting worse as we go." Flug frowned walking closer to Sugar Plum and leaning into his side.

Sugar Plum nodded as Razzy chaffed Flug's shoulder, holding him close. "It gets much worse." Sugar Plum agreed but didn't and wouldn't elaborate.

"We… We are safe traveling like this, right? It's dangerous, but we are safe… Right?" Fear and concern bubbled up inside Flug as he worried for their safety as the snow grew gray and the sectors grew worse.

"If you keep your wits about you and your guard up, maybe. Safety doesn't exist this far in." Razzy knew it wouldn't help Flug's anxiety, but he also knew that if he told him it was safe, he might let his guard down. Then they might lose him. He wasn't going to chance it.

Reproach and understanding flickered from Sugar Plum, but he couldn't argue. His brother was right. It was dangerous down here. "Could be worse though. We could be going down to Dusty." He offered for the sake of conversation and to try to make their own situation not sound as bad by highlighting something worse.

"Don't even mention him. We don't need them to have nightmares babe." This time Razzy was reproachful.

Shivering Flug whined, "I don't even want to think about a person with that kind of name… Um Sugar could I… Can I hold you?" He wanted desperately to hold onto the smaller skeleton, to keep him safe and close. His anxiety was spiking and being able to hold his lover would help settle him, but he didn't hold his breath for a yes.

"Sure." Releasing Razzy's hand for an instant, Sugar Plum shifted to be by Flug, lifting his arms to be picked up, looking almost like a child if not for the permanent look of desire in his eyes.

"No getting handsy. You still need to keep an eye out." Razzy warned, more to his brother than to Flug, but still directing the directive to both of them. It didn't take much to get any of them into a frenzy and down here where it was dark and there were lots of walls for… nope, not thinking about it! He shook his head and with a hand on Flug's back urged them to move on as soon as possible.

Nodding Flug lifted Sugar Plum into his arms and clinging to him. "Don't worry we will still keep a good eye out." Flug relaxed and started their steady pace again.

Dementia frowned almost bored. "We haven't seen anyone. Haven't even been attacked once. This is boring."

Looking over his shoulder at the lizard girl, Razzy glared. "Don't jinx us. Sugar Plum and I aren't exactly built for fighting. If we can avoid all confrontations, we wi-" He shut up, turned to face forward and pressed into Flug's back with his hand. "Keep moving. Do not look back." They might have moved up babe. Crooks is behind us. He warned his brother and by connection, Flug as well.

Dementia grinned instantly looking behind her and giving a small wave to the empty area. "Oh do we have company?"

Flug hissed reaching up and yanking Dementia's hair. "Listen to him you idiot!"

"Ow! Meanie." Dementia pouted turning back around.

Unseen to her. Crooks grinned wide. Four living things. His brother would be proud for sure. They'd have food for months if they preserved it right. They'd had to scout further and further for food these days. Everyone was disappearing and they weren't the ones eating them all. The way that girl waved though. She wasn't afraid. He would be wary of her.

The skeletons glanced at her, knowing she'd looked back. "You didn't see him?" Razzy asked, surprised.

"Nah, I can't see much down here, just snow and dark." Dementia shrugged. "Is that him or some other monster?"

"Crooks is his brother, right?" Flug asked softly, not raising his voice.

"Yeah." Sugar Plum confirmed, kicking himself for forgetting humans' lack of sight in the dark. "If he's this far up, we may not have far to go after all. Raz, hold up. If he's behind us, then ten to one there are traps ahead of us otherwise he would have attacked already and we'd be dead. We might be able to get him to bring us to Axe. If they moved, we could end up with monsters we really don't want to be with."

Razzy stiffened, not liking the idea at all, but he knew Sugar Plum was right. "I don't like it." He said, just to punctuate how much he really didn't like what was going on, as if his negative feelings weren't clear enough in the bond.

"Eh, don't worry about it, sexy bones. I'm going to be his brother's Soulmate, so he'll have to get along with us anyway." Jumping off of Razzy's back and flipping a few paces back Dementia grinned into the darkness. "Heya! My buddies said your name's Crooks and your brother is Axe. I came to meet your bro. We are gonna be Soulmates! I even brought him gifts!" Dementia grinned holding out the bag of leftover cookies. "You think you could show us where he is?"

Razzy couldn't move fast enough and Sugar Plum was held by Flug and so useless to stop what happened next. There was no warning before Crooks had the knife sharp bones of his hand around her throat, her legs kicked out and pinned under his own, and his shattered, misshapened teeth buried in her arm. He was so hungry and she stepped away from the group. Fair game.

"Dammit." Razzy swore, turning just in time to see it all happen in an instant. Crooks was fast for someone so severely bent out of shape.

"Fuck! Dementia!" Flug shouted, turning and preparing to rush over.

"He-Hey don't worry Flugsy. We are just getting to know each other..." She pushed out weakly fighting past his strong grip. Huffing she used her unpinned hand to shove between his jaws and open them with force. "Getting a bit too bitey buddy. I offered cookies not my arm!" With her arm semi free she shoved a handful of cookies into his opened jaw. "Eat on those!"

He worked at the cookies, but grabbed the arm he'd bitten, not letting her go and glaring at Razzy, daring him to come closer. He wasn't letting go of his food. His grip was bruising.

Since they were now in a sort of stalemate and had already engaged with Crooks, Sugar Plum sighed. "Let's light this up so you two can see." He flicked a hand and bright purple bones covered the walls, casting everything in purple light and highlighting the horror that was wrapped around Dementia, as well as the severe bite wound in her arm. Crooks flinched from the light, but didn't move otherwise.

"Shit. Flug, I'm gonna need you to heal this later." Dementia huffed looking at the bite wound. Looking up to Crooks tilting her head as she took him in. "You're kinda cute. In a really tall and gangly kinda way..." Blinking she scrunched up her face before beaming and cooing. "AWW! Flug he has freckles! He's so cute and dangerous! I just can't wait to meet your brother."

When a heavy wooden bar slid across Flug's throat and pulled tight, not quite strangling him, but close to it, and a dark chuckle echoed from behind them all, Razzy and Sugar Plum knew they had found who they were looking for, or he had found them. "Well ain't that just great. My food comes to me now." His voice was rough, broken, dangerous, and insane.

Flug froze shivering at the axe handle being pressed against his throat. "A-a-axe?"

Dementia took a deep breath looking at the skeleton who spoke upside down from under Crooks. "Oh my God! He sounds like a hunk! Such a deep and gravelly voice~"

"Bingo bucko. Any last words?" He actually snorted in a short laugh at Dementia's statement.

"Axe, can we talk about this? You really don't want to kill these two. At least, not yet." Razzy tried. He was the only one not restrained yet, but he dared not move. If Axe and Crooks were here, there was no telling what was in the floor or walls. They never hunted as a pair. Together, they would destroy whatever they hunted. No wonder Crooks go so close.

Huffing angrily Dementia shouted out. "Flug! Stop hogging my man! If anyone is going to get stabbed or threatened by him it should be me! I am his Soulmate, I should get to die by his strong and powerful hands. Ah, you sexy boys were so right, he is so perfect!" She gave a small squeal wiggling under Crooks.

"Dementia, this isn't really the time to be arguing over who gets to get killed by who." Flug sighed relaxing slightly.

"He's my Soulmate! I got dibs!" Dementia argued back.

"There's always time to discuss who kills who." Hissed a new voice that had Sugar Plum stiffening and his summoned bones flicker. A force slammed Flug into the side wall, holding him there. "Go check on the loudmouth. I'll hold the meatsack and whore for you."

Axe, left empty handed, shrugged and walked up to Dementia, shoving his axe under her chin to look at her before checking out her Soul. "She ain't wrong. Damn. We ain't eatin' this one yet bro. She may prove useful. If not, then we can eat her."

"I brought you a squirrel." She grinned, pulling it out of her pocket.

"What's a-" He stopped before plucking the corpse from her hand. It had fur like some monsters down here, but was exceptionally small. It wasn't a child though. It was sexually mature. He could smell it. Looking up to her skeptically, he shoved it at her. "You first. Prove it ain't poisoned."

"They are really hard to catch and not destroy them in the process. I wanted to get you something to show you how skilled I am at hunting." Biting into its fur she ripped a bite of the squirrel spitting out the fur before swallowing and opening her mouth to prove it. "I brought cookies too, but your brother ate most of them." She motioned to the bag of cookies on the ground next to them.

Crooks picked up the fur she had spat out, eating it himself.

Content that the food wasn't poisoned, Axe took a bite himself and was surprised. It had a lot of flavor and was pretty rich. There was something that spoke of the surface in it. Only humans ever had that flavor. "Where'd you get this?" He demanded before biting the entire head off.

"The surface. I have plenty more. You could eat your fill~" She grinned giving a small wiggle. "Come on let me up and have your little friend let go of my friends. You could come back with us. Stay with me. We have lots of things to hunt and eat. You can trust me, I am your Soulmate."

Flug made sure to take the brunt of the pressure keeping Sugar Plum safe against his chest. Who is this? Are they dangerous? Should I fight them?

Only if you wanna die. Maybe struggle a little, but don't fight, don't talk back. This guy hates humans. Sugar Plum remained stiff and unmoving, absolutely terrified for Flug's sake.

"I got a better idea, meatsack. You stay down here with us." Axe countered before taking another bite, this time out of the squirrel's gut before handing it to his brother to finish. A fifty-fifty split and his brother liked the fur more so he got the tail as well.

Another skeleton moved out of the darkness and into the light. His hands were buried in his pockets and every step he made was muted and silent. Every move caused gentle sprinkles of dust to fall from his faded grey jacket. "She ain't joinin' us. Either you go with that human and we split or you stick with me." He turned his back on Flug and Sugar Plum to look at Razzy. "Slut, you're with me. Five minutes, then I'll let your mates go." He didn't say what would happen if Razzy fought.

Crooks didn't release Dementia's arm, but he did happily munch on the squirrel and get off of her legs so she could sit on his lap while he ate, even if he was dribbling blood into her hair. He caught her. He wasn't letting go unless his brother told him to. She was his new pet.

Settling in Crooks's lap Dementia frowned. "I don't wanna stay down here. It's too dark and boring. You should come with me… What about you Crooks? You wanna come with me and eat all sorts of yummy things? The boss would adore you. You are a big cutie~" Dementia cooed looking up to Crooks and reaching to pat his skull only able to pat his jaw.

Flug's Soul shivered at the dusty monster's demand. You don't have to do anything Razzy. I can handle him. Don't worry I'll protect you both.

Don't. Both Sugar Plum and Razzy commanded as Razzy followed. I'll be fine. He just needs the edge taken off. He's in Heat. He hides it well. Don't worry. I'll be fine. It isn't the first time I've handled him. He disappeared into the dark and Sugar Plum clung to Flug's shoulders.

You aren't going to like this Flug. Sorry. Sugar Plum apologized in advance.

Crooks looked up to his brother for his guidance. He didn't do anything without his approval first, though he did lower his head for her to scratch. His teeth itched, but he wouldn't bite...yet.

"A boss… you aren't mated and yet you live with a boss. Explain." Axe glared but sat to speak with her. The longer he let her live in his presence, the harder it would be to kill her later, but he couldn't help talking to this creature that wasn't afraid of him or, better yet, his brother.

Tilting her head Dementia nodded. "Yeah, I work a fun job where I get to beat up and kill people. My boss is AMAZING, though maybe not as cool as you. He's a demon so he's super strong and has a lot of magic. He's very protective of everyone who lives with him. I heard he even killed a kid that was hurting everyone down here. He has a mate though, so I'm nothing but family to him." Dementia wilted with a sigh. "But you're different! You are dangerous, have a husky voice, hot, dangerous… Did I say dangerous twice? Eh whatever."

"Killed a kid that wa… The human?" He asked. Even starved as they were, they followed the law about kids and didn't eat them, but if that was the bastard that Dusted for kicks, maybe this 'boss' wasn't too bad. He didn't realize he was growling over her fawning about Black Hat until he spoke and coughed to cover it.

Sugar Plum's hand's fisted in Flug's shirt as the feeling of being roughly entered by something covered in serrated ridges hit him. His jaw clenched as he shook where he was held.

Choking Flug fell to his knees with a broken cry. "F-Fuck! What is that bastard doing to Razzy?!"

Looking over concerned Dementia frowned. "Hey, he better not hurt our friend. Flug knows people in dark places that would be willing to do some nasty stuff for him. I know I would… not to you two of course. You're my Soulmate and I'm not letting anything happen to you." She blew Axe a kiss with a wink.

Axe wasn't sure if he wanted to grimace or grin. She was pushy, something he didn't think he'd ever like. It worked though. "My guess, he's fucking the slut. Probably gonna tear him to shreds. He can't help it and he needs it. That's why the three of us are so far up. We help him get up here. Some monsters in the upper levels tend to give him trouble, but they won't mess with three of us at once. It's safer. As for knowing people in dark places, well, you're in one of the darkest places you can find."

Gasping, Sugar Plum just shook his head. Said he was in Heat. What do you think? We'll be lucky if Razzy manages to get him done alone. White hot pain ripped through them as, after waiting a few moments for Razzy to get used to the full feeling again after several hours of walking and not fucking, Dusty pulled out, slicing and cutting magic with every move before thrusting in again and setting a rough, fast pace. The echoing screams from the dark hallway were only reinforced by Sugar Plum's own.

A look from Axe had Crook shifting his legs so they were sitting over Dementia's lap instead of under so that she wouldn't be able to interfere. He also grabbed her other arm, for his own safety.

Grimicsing Dementia looked over to Flug and Sugar Plum wanting to help them but knowing she couldn't. They were being hurt through their magic or Soulmate or something, she didn't really understand it but she knew they would only stop being in pain when the other two came back. Huffing she wiggled in Crooks hold until she was able to hide in his tattered shirt. "He could be a bit more gentle. Those sex guys aren't as tough as you guys. They are skilled but that's it. I don't like that he's hurting them, but I can't do nothing about it."

"You can and will do nothing, or me and my bro will eat you." Axe cut in lazily, summoning a serrated knife and letting her see, but keeping it out of reach. "See this blade? Now make it cylindrical. That's our Dusty's piece. He's gotta get off and they're the only ones who'll take him...willingly."

"Is that why you two won't help him? He's not that close of a friend, is he? Or are you scared? Scared of someone like Crooks being in Razzy's place screaming in pain?"

"Shut yer mouth." He growled. "You don't know jack shit." The knife in his hand flickered weakly before disappearing even as his eyelight flared before flickering and going out as well.

Crooks signed something to him quickly, getting him to release his axe that he'd gripped in his other hand without realizing it.

"I know that Crooks is one of the people meant to be protected. I could tell instantly when he grabbed me. He's like 5.0.5, someone that should be protected at all cost…" Dementia looked up to Crooks grinning and patting his jaw again. "Plus, he's adorable and a sweetheart~ who wouldn't want to protect him. I'm just saying I don't like Flug like that. He's important. Like Crooks-well not like Crooks cause I like destroying his stuff and messing with him-but he's family."

"You think I wouldn't help that murderer for the right price? You're right. He'd kill me and then move on. Razz has magic, he has food, he'll heal and so will your family. We don't and we won't. What'cha see is what'cha get doll. You come down 'ere claim'in ta be my Soulmate, well guess what. Yer stuck wit me now." He was spitting as he swore at her. "I'll come wit ya cause ya say there's food and death to be had, but that's it. That an' Crooks wants ya." He looked away, a dead giveaway to what he wasn't saying in addition.

Melting in Crooks's hold, Dementia squealed. "He called me, doll! We already are at pet names! Ah, he's such a dream! And that threat! Ah~ I could just melt from that voice, so husky and hot!" Dementia wiggled in Crooks hold exclaiming loudly to him on how wonderful and dreamy his brother was.

Both monsters were confused about her reaction, never having received one such as it in the past. Shrugging, Axe took to pillaging her clothes, looking for more food. If she carried some, there might be more. He was still hungry.

Flug pushed Sugar Plum out of his arms and into the dusty snow turning to his side to retch. Shaking Flug dug his fingernails into his arms gouging the skin and causing blood to swell up. He couldn't take it. The pain and internal turmoil between all of them was overwhelming him. At an especially painful thrust Flug screamed his back arching before his eyes rolled back and he dropped to the snow. The emotions and pain overloading his Soul and mind until he couldn't take it and his body shut down.

Falling into the snow, Sugar Plum couldn't find it in himself to resent the action. He understood why Flug had done it and had braced before hand, sensing what he'd been about to do. Dusty's hold on them hadn't wavered so they were still stuck where they were, but his actions on Razzy were wrecking them at the same time, if only mentally. When he felt Flug shut down, he was almost glad as it shortened the feedback loop for them all. Now if only his own body would stop getting turned on and wracked with shakes from the pain, that would be a delight. This was one of the few times he honestly didn't want sex to come to him, that he didn't want his responsibility as a harem concubine.

Dementia giggled trying to ignore what was happening just a few feet away. She saw Flug fall, but could see his chest rise and fall, he was still alive just passed out from the pain. It was probably for the best. "What are you doing Axe? I thought we would have at least a date before you were all over me~" Blushing lightly she turned to hide a majority of her face into Crooks's chest.

"Lookin' fer food. Don' get any ideas." He grumbled. He couldn't deny that touching her body felt right though. Not like when he'd touched other living creatures.

"I have what's left of those cookies and some snacks in my pockets." Dementia wiggled her wrist looking up to Crooks, "Let me grab them out for you two, please?"

Crooks only shook his head, nibbling at her shoulder but not breaking skin. Just tasting the salt of perspiration on the skin where the jacket had slipped.

With the new information, Axe went after every pocket he could find, inside or outside her clothes, without a hint of modesty. He would get the food for him and his brother or she would be the food.

Giving a startled squeak when Axe pillaged her pockets Dementia turned bright pink biting her lip in embarrassment and growing lust. She was tempted to tell Axe that her panty liner was a hidden pocket too used to store the best snacks, but barely resisted. Once he had stolen all of her hidden granola bars, chocolate bars, and even her leftover bags of jerky and trail mix she stopped the hunt. "That-that's all of it, I promise. The cookies are in the snow and you've taken all of my snacks. You can stop f-fondling me and my pockets now."

That got his attention. "You think that was fondling?" Axe asked, a single bone brow raising as he met her eyes for the first time. "Crooks, ya mind?" When the tall skeleton shook his head and merely braced his deformed body against itself in the snow, Axe really got to work. His claws roughly pushing under her shirt to grip and feel at her body, pushing at the skin until he could feel the organ beneath, bruising it when he reached areas where there was bone close underneath. He was no gentler with her breasts as he climbed into her lap, straddling her and gripping her jaw before kissing her hard and forceful just to tear away to bite and nip at her neck and shoulder. There was no compassion to it, but a steady growl had worked up in his body. He was enjoying it a lot.

Gasping Dementia's eyes widened at the suddenness of his touch. The kiss took her by surprise and she broke out of Crooks grasp to pull Axe roughly back into another. One hand pried open his jaw and she shoved her reptile tongue into his skull feeling everything she could before pulling back away with a gasp. "Fuck, that was better than I've imagined. Let's do it again!" Yanking Axe into another punishing kiss she moved to kiss along his jaw nipping at bone and sucking harsh enough to leave bruising hickeys.

Both Crooks and Axe were surprised when she broke the former's hold on her, but Axe was blown away when she actually reciprocated. Gasping for air when he was released, he quickly tackled her to the ground, fighting for dominance and giving love bites, kisses, and more than one thrust of his hips. He may have taken a few chunks out of her in the process as well.

Crooks let them go, sensing that whatever was happening was going to get rough and rescued the food instead. He'd never seen his brother move like that before and watched with interested curiosity.

Laughing with excitement Dementia fought Axe for dominance returning each kiss and love bite. "Do I really make you that excited big boy~" she teased, thrusting up into him.

"Not a chance." He grinned, his body at odds with his words. When he finally ended up on his back, all he could do was squirm. His legs were pinned, his jaw out of biting range and his hands and shoulders restrained. "Fuck me." His tone made it as much a demand as an expletive.

Grinning Dementia grinded down leaning closer to nip at his jaw. "Oh? You want me that bad? I didn't take you for a man who would let me be in charge. In front of your brother no less. Naughty boy~"

Launching his body up while she was off balance, his jaws snapped closed just shy of her neck. He had just enough leverage to throw her off and did so. "Who said you were in charge lady?" He growled, but it was growing more playful. His eyelights flicked to something behind her for a moment before Crooks once again leapt to pin her, face first this time, to the ground.

Giving a pout at the lack of a pet name she almost complained before she was sputtering in the snow. "What the fuck Crooks! Let me up. No fair! Brothers aren't allowed!" Dementia complained in the snow.

"So he can watch, but not play? How cruel~" He sniggered before circling around to her side and straddling her ass, sitting himself under his arched brother and her prone form. He shoved his now ice-cold hands up her shirt just to drag the sharp tips down until they caught on the hem of her pants. "Tough shit sweetheart." He breathed in her ear, yanking the fabric down and baring her ass.

Shrieking at the cold bones Dementia desperately tried to wiggle away. "COLD! Your bones are freezing!" Clenching her legs together as her pants were yanked down. "St-stop you monster! It's freezing out here! You idiot I need to be in the middle so you both can keep me warm." She huffed looking over her shoulder at Axe. "I don't mind having you both, but I'm in the middle not on the snow freezing! Come on switch me with Crooks and I'll let you take my pussy~"

"Heh, yeah. I am a monster. You're the one who asked for me though, sweetcheeks. An' don't worry. You'll warm up fast enough." His hands spread her cheeks before laying his member between them. It was long and had dull spike ridges facing back towards his body the whole length. "And I'll get to your pussy in my own time." Lifting his body slightly, he lined himself up to enter her ass raw.

Gasping Dementia shivered, "H-hey don't just fuck my ass raw! You need to prepare me. Just let me up and I'll do it if you don't want to." She was quick to stop him, not wanting to end up like the others in pain.

"Nice try. Hold her." He commanded his brother before dropping his hips, forcing his length into her. He had the decency at least to remain completely still as she adjusted afterwards though. If she was his Soulmate, as his Soul was screaming at him, then he needed to make sure she lasted.

Screaming she thrashed in Crooks hold. "Y-you fucker! That hurts! You can just go in dry and unprepared. You'll tear something. Take it out!"

As she thrashed, the spikes on his dick flared out more, rubbing her walls and causing him to purr. "I do that and it will hurt much more. Trust me on that, doll. Stop squirming. You'll only make it harder on us both. Crooks, pull the lady out of the snow so we can sit on your lap. Don't let her get away though. It will be bad if she does."

The giant nodded, tightening his grip before pulling her, with his brother on top of her, back into his lap so she settled even deeper onto him, causing Axe to release a sigh and lean his head back against the bottom of his brother's ribcage. "Perfect." He breathed.

Whining in pain as she was moved and Axe hilted deep inside her. Tears had sprung up and Dementia was afraid, if he wasn't going to wait she could end up torn and her pussy destroyed. Looking up to her capture she begged, "Crooks, please! Please touch me. Grab my boobs or ass just please touch me, it hurts! Please, make it feel good." She pulled on her wrist trying to lead his hand to anywhere on her that might help. The other wrist she tugged down taking his long fingers into her mouth, sucking and laving the phalanges. "Ah, Crooks please." She pulled that hand down to where Axe and her were connected, trying to push the soaked fingers inside to lube up her hole at least a bit. "Fuck you're both so big~"

The Horror sector skeletons were again surprised. Axe by her boldness and perseverance in the situation and Crooks by what she was doing. He didn't know anything about any of this. Killing things and restraining them for his brother to kill were his specialty. She didn't seem to be trying to escape anymore, so he let her move his hands slowly. His large hand easily covered both her breasts and he tried to emulate what he'd watched his brother do before when she'd been excited. This part of her body was very squishy he found and he kneaded it with interest. When her other hand guided his yet free one into her mouth, he found the tongue there strange, and then down below where he felt his brother's member, he couldn't help but flinch, blushing. Touch his brother? There? At her urging, he carefully slipped a wet digit in beside his brother, between the barbs. Without meaning to, his thumb slipped into her pussy as he tried to brace his hand, going to the second knuckle in an instant, an easy three inches deep.

Moaning loudly Dementia arched into them. "F-fuck Crooks! So deep!" Tugging at his hand Dementia guided Crooks to her pussy pushing lightly at his fingers to get them to touch her. "Such a good boy~ Slowly, one at a time darling." Sighing happily she looked over her shoulder to Axe, "Your brother is so good. Fuck me Axey. Fuck me while your brother pleasures me~"

"You're ready?" He checked, making sure. She was still amazingly tight and he found he actually didn't want to hurt her. He gave a small roll of his hips, moving himself slightly deeper before sliding back slightly, causing his barbs to flare out against her walls on the slight extraction.

Keeping his one digit in her ass, Crooks carefully maneuvered his other phalanges so they could touch everywhere around her pussy, figuring out how it was shaped by feel and slowly, gently thrusting his thumb while curling it, getting deeper, slowly. He could feel his brother on just the other side, as well as his bones in her ass. It was strange to feel that wall of flesh between his bones. The hand on her chest continued to explore, thumbing one while stroking the other in interest. Her body was strange and interesting. She felt like she would taste good. There was a lot of meat here.

Gasping and arching into Crooks's hands Dementia shook at the sudden painful pleasure. "Y-yeah I'm ready. Slowly though those barbs kinda hurt." Humming and jerking slightly at Crooks's touch she smiled. "I'm gonna like having you boys around. You both know your way around a girl. I'll be sure to make you both something real nice when we get home. Such good boys~"

Axe nearly apologized, but shook his head and continued rocking gently, slowly, carefully. "They'll get stiffer when I'm close. Just the nature of it sweetheart. Better than that asshat." He glared at the dark with his dark sockets where screams still echoed.

Crooks nibbled at her hair, beginning to enjoy her voice as well. The thought that she might make them something was nice too. Maybe more cookies? Softer ones that wouldn't hurt his teeth?

Groaning Dementia shivered at the slow thrust. "I like them, just raw isn't very fun for me. A little prep goes a long way bone boy." Feeling the light tugs on her hair she looked up to Crooks, "That feels nice darling. You like playing with my hair?"

"He likes eating it." Axe spoke for him. Looking up to his brother, he reminded him, "Just don't scalp her. I don't want this one dead. Got it?" Looking back to her, he placed a hand over her stomach and drew back, careful not to press too much pressure on the final ring of muscle before pushing back in roughly. The way her body ceased around him felt amazing.

Crooks nodded, his hands never ceasing their slow movements over her body as he munched on her hair. He also watched her. Would she stop him from eating her hair? Did her hair hurt to be eaten? It didn't seem so. She said she liked the feeling.

Her giggles were broken with soft moans. Leaning back into Axe's chest she sighed. "You like talking for him, don't you. Big brother Axe always looking out for Crooks? Not that I mind, your voice is so hot I love it."

"He doesn't speak and his hands are otherwise occupied, so he can't sign." Axe explained, gripping her sides, lifting her bodily again, dragging his barbs down her walls before dropping her and thrusting up at the same time, bruising her ass and striking deep again. Having his brother's finger in beside his cock was giving an additional feeling of friction and he had to admit, it was intoxicating to have that extra stimulation as it stroked and curled, pushing against his member.

Moaning loudly Dementia grabbed onto Crook's hand on her chest to keep from being tossed around. Axe was striking deep inside her and with Crooks's fingers pounding her pussy it was driving her insane. She had abandoned conversation moaning out demands. "Ah! Ah! Harder! Faster! Fuck me like you mean it!"

Grinning, glad to finally have the go-ahead. Axe let loose and went all in. He would drag back, letting his barbs force her wide open as he would pull out, popping each layer of them before slamming back in. "Damn you are good. Bro, 'gainst the wall if ya don't mind. Need more leverage."

Crooks uncurls from where he was laid in the snow and put Dementia up against the doors of the ruins, letting his brother set his feet into his own patella for stability. With how twisted his spine was, Axe had plenty of room to do what he was doing. Her cries were addicting as they broke over the dusty-snow covered landscape. His hand in her cunt was soaked as well, but it was still warm, even given their surroundings. Alive she was much warmer than dead. That was for sure.

As Axe went full force inside of her Dementia scrambled for a grip bracing one hand against the door and the other clinging to Crooks's arm. "Fuck! Yes, pound my ass. Fill me up with your fuckin' huge cock Axe!" Dementia cried out battling the other's cries for dominance. If they kept up this quick pace she was gonna finish sooner than she would like.

"Ya gonna let me Mark ya doll? You still want this fer ya life?" Axe growled in her ear, the boost from his brother putting him close enough to do so. "Ya willin' ta Mark me as yers and make this permanent?" He huffed, never stilling and starting to have trouble pulling out to continue thrusting as his barbs grew harder, stiffer, and less willing to fold back when he thrust in. His cock had nearly tripled in size due to their flaring.

"Yes-yes whatever that is yes! I'm yours! Make me yours!" Dementia cried out shaking as she grew closer to orgasm.

Moving an arm from her hip up over her shoulder and in front of her face, he ordered, "Bite, hard." He was aware humans couldn't control their magic and was willing to force her's into compliance.

Crooks watched with worry, but he knew he brother knew what he was doing. He had to trust in that.

Blinking Dementia licked at the bone presented to her before biting hard. Her sharp teeth digging into the bone and causing splintered cracks along his arm.

"Harder!" He snarled, baring his own teeth, fighting the urge to rip it away from her. His command was punctuated with a particularly hard thrust, striking deep within her and his body ceased, his barbs flaring completely and anchoring inside her as he came hard for the first time in years. He didn't resist the call to place his own Mark on her neck. Sharp, serrated teeth dug in deep and along with his seed, he poured his magic into her, sealing his side of the mating.

Feeling Axe hilt inside and filling her ass and neck with magic Dementia bit down hard muffling her cry. Clamping her teeth down hard, she shattered the bone as she orgasmed. Squeezing Crooks's fingers she squirted around them adding to the already flowing juices.

Forcing himself to work through his orgasm wasn't easy, but he had to act fast. He didn't have much magic to spare on a normal day and this was taxing. He was pushing his limits. Wrapping what little magic he had left around her Soul, he forced the magic to comply with sheer force, putting it into his wound and sealing the Mark. The bone sealed back together, a Mark matching Dementia's dentition in bright red burned into his arm. Lowering it, Axe sighed, breathing slowly and deeply, not moving, still buried in her. He could feel Crooks still stroking her slowly and couldn't help the low chuckle. He would keep that up for days if he wasn't stopped and Axe wasn't inclined to tell him to. He loved the sounds his girl made. He couldn't really move right now anyway. Her magic was crashing against him in pounding waves more powerful than anything he'd ever known and his dick was still firmly lodged and not coming loose anytime soon. He was also falling asleep. "Yer mine now girly." He sighed.

Shivering and twitching feeling full of magic Dementia slumped in Crooks's hold. Giving soft weak noises of pleasure as Crooks continued to pleasure her, her pussy clenched and squeezed his fingers. "Ah-ah Crooks please~" He was already building her up for another orgasm and she was quivering under his touch. The feeling of Axe's cock still huge and lodged deep inside her unmoving caused her to just feel even more full and wanting. Grabbing Axe's arms she held them tight to her chest and waist. The feeling of arms around her and pleasuring her was such a wonderful thing that she couldn't get enough of.

Being manipulated into giving her a hug and essentially spooning her, Axe did something he'd never done in his life. He began purring, his entire body rumbling as contentment rolled over him. He was more hungry than he'd been in a while, but he was content at the same time. He didn't know how it was possible, but it didn't matter. Crooks was safe for now and he was sated in a way he hadn't realized he needed.

Crooks crooned, more of a rattling of bones than a sound, but he was trying. She had such a pretty voice.

Into the light stalked Dusty, dragging a bloodied Razzy behind him. The scent of his Heat had greatly reduced, but it was still going. It would likely be over before the day was done thanks to the broken skeleton he dragged along. He dropped him next to Sugar Plum and looked over at Axe and Crooks, who had the human girl against the door. It didn't seem to be for restraint though. "So you did mate with her. Pathetic." He sneered, finally releasing the magic that kept Flug and Sugar Plum trapped against the wall.

Moaning loudly Dementia shook as she orgasmed gasping when Crooks's hands didn't stop. "Ah! C-crooks hun stop please. Too much. Fuck!" Looking over her shoulder she growled at Dust. "F-fuck you! My boys are amazing and powerful so shut your mouth you asshole!"

"Watch that mouth, filthy human, or I'll show you just how 'powerful' they are and what an asshole really feels like after a fucking." He growled back, eyelight growing until it encompassed his entire socket and the light started to bleed around his skull. Snarling at something to his left, his magic shrunk and he stepped away to stand by a wall to wait.

At her request, Crooks carefully withdrew his fingers from her sex, his hand completely coated in her juices. He didn't hesitate a moment before bringing his hand to his mouth and sticking the entire thing in to suck it clean, his magic dissolving the organic material swifty.

Growling she glared at Dust before focusing on her boys again. Seeing Crooks sucking his hand clean she bit her lip. "Hun if you like that taste you can clean me up. You've made quite a mess out of me." Dementia motioned to her dripping pussy in offering. "I'll make you a big dinner when we get home." Glancing to Flug and the others she frowned. "Crooks… Can you heal at all? If not could you possibly carry my friends? We need to head back soon."

The giant was puzzled a moment before quickly shaking his head. His brother's thing was still down there. He wasn't going any closer. It was wrong on so many levels that he'd even touched it. He instantly felt bad about making a mess of her and quickly signed out an apology, thinking he'd done something wrong. Axe was asleep and couldn't translate for him.

Tilting her head and biting her lip she frowned, "Sweetheart I don't know any of those hand thingies. I'll learn though, promise! Let's keep to yes and no until then. Um… Do you know how long it normally takes for him to pull out? He's kinda stuck in me…" Sighing Dementia frowned not liking being trapped while Dust stood by the others.

If Crooks could blush, he would have. As it was, he just shook his head, signing that he didn't know anything about this. It never happened usually. After a thought, he looked over at the other skeletons. He'd seen the small one around before when his brother got really irritable and after he'd leave, Axe would be back to normal. Maybe he knew something. He signed quickly, asking her to stay there before recalling she didn't understand and tried to make his request clear for her, patting the snow after pointing to her and their spot.

Blinking slowly Dementia slowly understood. "Uh, hehe yeah can't go very far with your brother still attached to me. Just set us on the snow and we'll be here. Um could ya check on Flug, the human guy in black, for me. I saw him pass out earlier and I don't like that Dust guy hanging around them. Thanks, hun." Dementia patted Crooks's cheek giving him a small kiss in thanks.

Looking at the other human, Crooks could tell instantly that he was alive. Pointing, he crossed his arms before slashing his own throat, trying to explain that he wasn't dead. Then pointed to Dusty and tipped his hand in a scaling motion before shrugging and patting the snow again and making sure she was steady on her feet. Pointing to himself, then the others, he looked at her questioningly, asking if he could go now.

Standing on weak legs she wavered lightly clinging to Axe's arm's to keep him close. She could already feel the tug of his cock being pulled down by his weight. Huffing she leaned back against the door pinning Axe between it and her. "Okay run along, don't be long. Your brother is kind of heavy like this." Supporting Axe by just his arms and dick inside of her was hard and almost painful with being overstimulated.

Thinking for a moment, Crooks guided her hands behind her to support Axes pelvis in his shorts from underneath. He tilted his head before nodding. When Axe needed to sleep when they were traveling, he'd carry him like this pretty often. Turning, he moved over to the others, rolling the unconscious human away from his pile of refuse to lean against the wall and checking on Sugar Plum and Razzy. The smaller one was awake and trying to heal the larger, who seemed to be very awake and was gritting his teeth against the pain of what Dusty had done. Crooks didn't know much, but if he understood his brother correctly, then while his own member was uncomfortable for the human girl, Dusty's would have been lethal and definitely painful for any lover he took. He was impressed by this other skeleton on the ground. The healing magic was pretty to watch too. They didn't have that down here.

Looking up, Sugar Plum smiled tightly at Crooks's deformed form as he lumbered over. "Hey kiddo. How's the girl. Noticed you guys got frisky with her." After Crooks's explanation, Sugar Plum sighed. "He fully expanded, huh? It'll be about half an hour, at the very least, before he can move to even try to get out of her." He explained. Looking around them, he grimaced. This wasn't exactly the best setting to be working in. "Hey Dusty, mind if we move into the Ruins again? It is a bit cold out here. It is messing with my healing and isn't good for the fleshy people in our group, and before you argue, you can't protest about them. The girl is barely human and the boy is completely converted to a monster now, so go fuck a tree." It wasn't smart to be so brazen with him, but he was getting tired.

Groaning at the flash of pain and anger Flug twitched shifting slightly and blinking his eyes open. "What happened?"

Turning rapidly, Crooks looked at Flug and explained quickly with his hands so that the smaller skeletons could work as Dusty snorted behind him and moved to work on opening the Ruin doors for them, snarling slightly at Dementia. She still smelled enough like a human, but up close he could smell something else in her scent that confirmed what Sugar Plum said.

Blinking at the sudden use of sign language Flug slowly pieced together what Crooks was trying to tell him. Looking to Sugar Plum and Razzy, his Soul went cold. "F-fuck are you okay? Just-just hold on Paramore I'll help heal you." Flug crawled over, his hands glowing a bright almost fluorescent green with magic. He did quick work of what was left of Razzy's wounds. "Now you just rest. I have you." Flug slowly stood lifting Razzy into his arms in a bridal hold.

"Thanks Flug." Sugar Plum was worn out, but smiled up at him. That saved quite a bit of time. The kid was getting faster and stronger with his magic control. The creak of the doors opening to their side let them know Dusty had been successful and Sugar Plum led them back the way they'd come, unable to hide a smile at Dementia's predicament. "Hey Crooks, I hate to ask, but could you carry those two? I don't think the girl knows how to walk with something inside her yet."

Crooks nodded before carefully picking her and his brother up, making sure to support them both and not jostle either very much. He didn't want to wake his brother and the girl seemed uncomfortable.

Groaning Dementia clung to Crooks. "Thanks for grabbing me hun. Your brother can be quite bothersome like this."

Flug huffed glaring at Dust as they went into the ruins. "I don't appreciate you bringing my mate back in that state."

Dust merely shrugged. He didn't like Flug on principle, but again the whore had been right. He was a monster, not a human. Dust would tolerate him. "I didn't choose how I'm built. They knew it close to my time. It's part of their job." Once everyone was inside, he released the door, letting it shut behind them completely, not bothering to put a wedge in it like they normally did so monsters could ascend. He brushed past everyone to stand by Crooks who led the way to the other end in the darkness. "Lizard, besides you, any humans work for your company? I heard you tell Axe you can kill people without repercussions. I assume you mean humans, not that I care what they are." His tone was dead as he walked silently with Crooks who was just as silent. Their footfalls didn't echo even a little while Sugar Plum's and Flug's rebounded off the walls.

Sugar Plum kept a hand on Flug's elbow to lead him. He didn't have the energy to argue right now. Getting them out of here was going to be trouble enough.

Huffing Dementia looked down at him from Crooks's arms. "Who said you're invited? We aren't killing people without repercussion, we are villains we just kill people who get in our way or fight us. Heroes try to attack us all the time for it."

Glaring at Dust and holding Razzy close Flug silently agreed with Dementia. Axe and Crooks were one thing Dust was entirely different.

"They owe me. You're stuck with me. If 'heroes' attack, I'll kill 'em, and anybody else I feel like. I'd like to see you stop me from coming with you." He spoke without a care in the world. "And if you attack me, I'll kill you too, so don't even try." He was silent for a moment before sighing. "No, I do mean it, and I will kill them all if I feel like. Now shut up. You're safe and that's what matters."

Sugar Plum tried to get Flug to drop back with him to put more distance between them and the skeletons ahead of them, but a cold wall of force put a gentle pressure on his and Flug's back, urging them to keep up. Damn.

Frowning and tilting his head Flug walked a bit quicker to speak up softly to Dust. "Um… Who are you talking to? Is someone in trouble you are trying to protect? We can help… As long as you don't try to kill us."

Dementia stuck out her tongue. "I would like to see you try to kill me and my boys! You would get quite a fight out of us you ash head!"

"It is actually Dust, as in the remains of all the monsters I've killed. I've single-handedly wiped out five now. I spared 'your boys', so their lives are mine." He turned to Flug, his permanent insane grin quirking. "Was talkin' to my brother. He doesn't want me to kill you. He gets his way for now. Everyone I've killed, I killed so I could get stronger and protect him." He explained before kicking a pebble and skipping it through eight traps that clanged shut loudly ahead of them. "Yer lucky you didn't get caught on the way down, or you'd be dead now too."

Sugar Plum had to hurry to keep up when Flug moved up. He killed his brother too. There is debate on whether he can actually still see him or if Dusty is actually insane. Don't question him on it. Please Flug. Sugar Plum begged. His newest lover couldn't see the looks Dusty kept throwing him as he got closer and closer. It made Sugar Plum feel sick with dread.

"Oh! Um… Tell your brother thanks for not wanting to kill us. I guess we are a bit lucky. I didn't even see those traps." Awkwardly Flug slowed his stepped letting the two more dangerous skeletons take lead. "Sans never told me about these sectors. I never knew they could get so bad and dangerous."

"What's so bad about it? So we kill and starve. It's just like it was when we started. Those of us who entered the Underground first during the Great War went as deep as we could go, thinking it would lead somewhere. When it didn't, we stopped running and made do with where we were. Back then, if someone took what you earned, you earned back by either killing them or taking it yourself. It's the way things have always been. Take what ya can and give nothin' back. Oldest code in the books. Heh, older even than books." Now that there wasn't any light Dusty was getting chatty. "As fer Sans, he never agreed with my philosophy. He came from money and power, among the last to be shoved down here. He looked down on us, called us murderers, thieves, cutthroats, bandits, the gutter, the filth. Someone like him would never understand. How do you know Mr. Uppity anyway, eh small fry?"

Shifting awkwardly Flug told him the truth. "He is my Mate… Well one of them now. I didn't know that Sans didn't do anything to help any of you deeper sectors. It's not right that you have to live with that philosophy. You should be able to live without worrying if you'll get stabbed or when your next meal will come. We were actually working on an invention for Axe and Crooks to make sure they had food whenever they needed it. It just hurts my Soul knowing there are sectors starving when we have plenty of food on the surface. It's not right." Flug sighed ending his little rant before falling, tripping over an unseen thing. "Ah!" Stumbling Flug clutched Razzy close to try and protect him.

As the kid went down, it was like a horror scene to Sugar Plum, watching it in slow motion and unable to act fast enough in his weakened state. Flug and his barely conscious brother were going down into the mouth of the mother of all snap-traps. He couldn't even scream. From ahead of them, knife sharp claws shot out, catching Flug's neck, supporting his entire body on that one point and only just keeping Razzy's back from hitting the trip-key. "Now that's a good way to Dust yerself. Give me one good reason not to drop ya." He growled, starring down the boy.

Shaking and giving pained gasps for air, Flug whimpered, "I-I'm more use to you alive than dead. I-hurk-I can make anything you want!"

"I got a better idea. You're gonna get me an in. I let you live, you get yer boss ta take me on. Food and shelter paid and covered by him. I take no shit and do what I want, when I want. Can you give me that?" It was all he'd need to get a foothold. It would take no time at all to work with that to get to destroying humanity. They were simpleton barbarians anyway.

"Y-yes! Yes just please-" Flug choked fighting to find a footing to stand. "Please let me up."

Glaring as he tried to deduce if the kid actually had the power to meet his demands, he decided to wait and see. "Cross me and you'll wish I'd dropped you into this trap to die a slow, painful death." He heaved, putting more pressure on Flug's throat temporarily before sending the human-looking monster back upright just to topple backwards. "And remember, I didn't have to save you." He growled before turning to walk back to Crooks who had watched the whole thing with interest. If the boy died, that would be all of meat for them all to split.

Sugar Plum was quick to break out of his daze to run to Flug and his brother, checking them for anything worse than some severe bruising that Dusty had caused around Flug's throat. There were a few abrasions from meeting the rock floor, but beyond that. They seemed to be alright. Turning to Dusty, Sugar Plum merely nodded his thanks, not giving anything more than that. The murderer had acted when he himself had frozen up. He was thankful.

Tears had sprung up at the threat and pressure on his throat. "I-I… Thanks…"

Dementia had desperately fought to get out of Axe's and Crooks's hold trying to get to Flug but was unable to. "Thanks ya bastard. There were easier ways to get into the mansion than that. You're pretty dramatic, ya know that."

"Well you were set on not having me in and he seemed like the weak link." Dusty shrugged before dousing the brightness of his single eyelight to just being a dim set of red and blue circles that didn't even illuminate his socket, plunging them all back into darkness. "I know what I want and usually get it. That is what it is to be strong."

Beneath her, Axe was groaning, his ribs complaining from the beating they'd just taken from her squirming and feeling even more hungry. It was so hard not to drag her back down on him so he could take a bite out of her shoulder. The sound of Flug and Sugar Plum walking let them know they were back on their feet.

"Damn it. You're right Flug is the weak link. He's a pushover." Dementia huffed shifting on Axe. "Stop squirming Axe."

"H-hey! I take offence to that." Flug pouted.

Axe huffed, shoving his hips up before wiggling in his brother's arms to get more comfortable. "Says the chick still impaled on my dick and squirming more than me." He was petulant when he first woke up and not nearly as snarky. "Bro, did you manage to grab any of those snacks? If I don't eat something soon, I'm gonna take a chunk straight outta her."

Shifting them to one arm easily, Crooks dug out a granola bar and offered it. He had no clue what it was, but it smelled like it might be edible.

"I know I'm right." Dusty snarked back hautilly. "I don't make rookie mistakes."

Giving a purr and pushing back hard to impale herself further on his cock Dementia giggled. "Who said I wouldn't let you?"

"Dementia, don't encourage them to eat you!" Flug huffed.

Axe and Crooks stilled, stopping in their tracks. Was she serious? They'd only ever met one human like that and it had been Crooks's Soulmate. She had died to feed them eventually, which was exactly why Axe was trying to avoid it, but this girl was just like her, if older and more wild. He quickly grabbed the bar from his brother biting it in half, eating the wrapper and all. "Don't say shit like that." He grumbled. He didn't like the memory of destroying his brother's future like that had.

Frowning Dementia looked over her shoulder at Axe. "Touchy subject, got it. I won't make those jokes if you don't like them. Sorry if I'm a bit much… You don't regret claiming me, do you?" Dementia half way curled into herself worrying her lip as she waited for the verdict. She didn't want to make him angry and not like her. Dementia really like Axe and Crooks she didn't want to lose another love interest over her being stupid or too clingy.

Shoving the rest of the bar into his mouth, Axe wrapped his claws around her side and shoulder, forcing her to uncurl and lay flush against him. "Not that it matters if I do or not, but no, I don't. I just don't wanna kill ya." When Crooks tapped his foot and nodded, looking sad, Axe sighed and relented, telling her the truth. "We ended up eating my brother's Soulmate a long time ago. It crushed him. Thankfully he was too young to complete the bond, so it didn't kill him. I don't think I could handle it, especially since we already completed ours. She was young and willing to let us eat her, and human as well."

Dusty listened quietly, surprised. He hadn't known about this and wondered if it was one of the few humans that had gotten past him or if it was before he'd killed everyone in his sector and had still been a bit more lax.

Behind them, Sugar Plum shivered at the words. That explained the gaping emptiness in Crooks. He had never felt it before and hadn't understood. Now he did and wished he didn't. He couldn't imagine killing his brother or Flug, even if he was starving. He hoped the girl he'd just given to them would survive all this.

"Oh… I'm so sorry hun. You don't have to worry about that though. Flug's a great healer and we have plenty of food so you won't be hungry ever again. I promise." Dementia smiled leaning into Axe's chest and turning her head to kiss his cheek.

That is just… So wrong and horrifying. I couldn't imagine eating someone, let alone someone who is my Soulmate. Flug shivered clutching Razzy tightly protectively against his chest. He wouldn't let anything like that happen to his lovers.

It is how they live. Usually they keep their victims alive for as long as possible, eating parts that can be removed without killing the victim. There's no telling how long Crooks's mate lived before finally dying. He knows, they both do, all sorts of ways to put off death for as long as possible, even when it shouldn't be possible, all without using magic to do it. Sugar Plum's disgust was just as strong as his admiration for their ability. It was something he couldn't do and took a lot of work to perfect.

"Don't be." Axe shook his head. "It was necessary and decades ago, I think." He looked up to Crooks who shifted his grip to sign with a single hand for a moment before resettling them. "Okay, so twelve decades, just over a century. Relatively recent, but not so much that we can't and haven't moved forward. We are still alive and that's what matters in the end." He rubbed his nasal ridge up her spine over her clothes, taking in her scent. It was beautiful. It was then that he noticed his cock had finally loosened and become soft. He was quick to get Crooks to put them down and dispel it. It took too much energy, keeping it summoned like he had.

Dusty grumbled about the stop, but waited anyway, leaning against the wall, using a bone to set off another trap before Flug stepped into it. "Pay attention to your mate Sugar Plum, otherwise he's gonna have a bad time and it won't be my fault." He growled, not liking having to pick up the slack.

Giving a startled squeak Flug stumbled back. "S-sorry I can't see when it's this dark."

Moaning as Axe pulled out of her gaping ass Dementia shivered. Pulling up her pants Dementia groaned as cum was squished against her pussy. "Fuck, ah that feels a lot better and so much worse, but… I can do this!" Turning around she wrapped her arms around Axe's neck clinging to him in an unyielding hold. "You're mine! Crooks, you can carry us now."

Axe wanted to protest, but he didn't think she'd let him go. "Sorry bro, if you don't mind." The shrug they got was lopsided and could hardly be called such, but he picked them up again, letting them get settled as Dusty snorted from the sidelines.

Checking on Flug's Soul, Sugar Plums saw he had barely touched his magic reserves. "Does anybody have an issue if we light things up a little, so Flug can see at least? I'll handle it, I just want to check." He knew this was a dangerous area, but he wasn't sure how bad. It had been a while since he'd been down here.

"Sure. Anybody gets close, I'll just Dust 'em." Dusty shrugged. "Just keep the light out of my eye. It will mess with my sight."

"Thank you! I can't stand not being able to see more than a few steps ahead of me." Flug sighed sending grateful waves through their bond.

Dementia giggled happily giving a small wiggle. Nuzzling into Axe's neck with a happy sigh she whispered softly to him. "I'm glad you want me. I really like you."

"I'll have to pull from your magic to do it. Do you mind? I'm wiped." Sugar Plum admitted, smiling up to Flug, even though he knew he couldn't see him.

Grinning, he tilted his skull a bit, giving her access. It felt natural to do so. He wouldn't let anybody else get this close to him, not even Crooks. Not to his neck, but her, it was like his Soul swore there was no danger at all. "An' I think I like you too doll." He combed his claws through her hair, careful not to cut it when he encountered tangles. His other hand was splayed out, just under her shirt on her stomach, feeling her abdomen contort as she wiggled and the thrum of life just under her skin. She was warm, alive, and in his arms. He wouldn't let her go.

Giving a small whine Dementia sniffled overwhelmed with happiness. "I-I'm really glad you do. I will make sure you have the best life ever. You and Crooks won't have to worry about anything ever again, I promise. I'll take good care of you as-as long as you stay with me." She gave his neck soft delicate kisses filled with her adoration and determination to keep Axe as hers. It was obvious that whatever he wanted or desired she would get or do for him.

Stepping closer to Sugar Plum's voice Flug nodded, "Yeah, take whatever you need. I feel fine now that I have you and Razzy close."

"Don't go gettin' all mushy on me now." He chidded, withdrawing his hand from her shirt to chuff her chin. "Yer gonna be my little warrior. Got it? None of this cryin' stuff." He grabbed at his eye socket, looking away. He didn't handle softies well at all. They aggravated him to no end.

A lavender light bloomed above them all provided soft illumination so that nobody was blinded as it came into being. The combination of Flug and Sugar Plum's magic was hardly noticeable when their colors were so similar. With the light above them, it was much easier to see how much the darkness had been affecting the humans though, their pupils contracting rapidly giving away how their bodies had tried and failed to compensate for the darkness.

Groaning Dementia hid her face in Axe's neck, the sudden light too much to handle. Taking the hand he had grabbed his socket with Dementia gently pried the claws away from the delicate bone and held his hand instead. "Don't hurt yourself stupid. I'm still your warrior, but I'm just happy someone likes me back. Been a long time since anyone liked me back. I'm just happy. You make me happy."

He growled as his hand was removed from his socket, but settled for glaring at her. "It don't hurt an I ain't stupid. You're just sappy." Even after his claws had been removed, the eyelight in that socket remained dim and didn't really glow like the other one. It didn't move either. It was completely still, not moving as his brighter eyelight tracked her movements and the area around him. He didn't pay her groaning much mind, just using the chance to slide a hand down to grope her ass, causing Crooks to huff a soundless breath of agitation. They were moving a lot and making it harder for him to carry them.

"I don't care if you think it doesn't hurt, you are hurting yourself. I can tell it in your eyes." Bursting into a small giggle at his groping hand Dementia wiggled back into it whispering into his neck. "You made a mess of my panties. I'm leaking out all your cum."

"All the better for everyone to smell how I've marked you as mine." He rumbled back into her hair. He didn't bother fighting her about his eye. He honestly couldn't feel it, but grabbing his blind socket was a sort of coping mechanism. He'd have to figure out how to work around her apparent worry.

Purring Dementia nuzzled into him happily. "I like being marked by you. You smell nice too. A spice of danger."

Axe snorted in a short laugh. "Yeah, not many more dangerous than myself and current company. That's for sure." He agreed.

They had finally reached the end of this Ruins and were entering into the throne room of the next sector only for a bolt of heavy magic to pin Crooks, Axe, and Dementia to the wall. The bolt, turning out to be a trident, had been thrown by a large goat monster who glared at them with crazed eyes. "You will not pass." He growled, glaring at them before choking and falling to Dust, Dusty standing behind him looking absolutely bored.

"You almost hit my brother, you useless sack of crap." He knocked a bit of extra new dust off his claws before continuing walking as the trident faded out.

Gasping Dementia clung to Axe in sudden fear. "S-shit. Are you both okay? Thanks Dusty you're our hero."

Flug choked a bit at watching Dust kill the large man. He had never seen a monster that big besides maybe Crooks. "Y-you killed him..."

"No I ain't and yes I did." The faintly glittering skeleton grumbled as he forced open the doors leading out into the next halfway. They'd be able to teleport after passing through the room after it and he just wanted to keep moving. At least Spectre wasn't yelling at him this time for Dusting somebody. It was a relief.

Crooks looked down at the two he was carrying, checking them for injuries but Axe waved him off. "We're fine. Ain't the first scuffle we been in doll." Axe assured her with a sigh, giving his brother a faint smile, glad that they really all were okay. Normally he'd be right up there with Dusty, but held as he was, he couldn't do much. His mate wanted carried though and wanted him near, so he was here.

Sugar Plum just grimaced as he crossed the room, giving the pile of dust a wide berth as he passed. Dust stuck to everything and was nearly impossible to get out of clothes. It was so much worse than glitter. "Sort of what he does babe." He sighed.

"I know, but..." Flug sighed, I don't know how we will be able to handle him on the surface… I don't want him to kill us either so I have to let him come.

Wiggling Dementia patted Crooks's arm. "Let me down so I can walk. I wanna be able to fight if we get attacked again. It looks fun!"

Axe couldn't help but sigh. He felt so confined when he was held like that for a long time. The moment his feet were on the ground, he bounced on his soles to get his equilibrium back. "Let's go." He nodded after Dusty before grabbing Dementia's wrist to pull her along.

Crooks merely twisted himself some more to crack his deformed bones, sore after the walk with the extra weight, and followed soundlessly. Were they really getting out finally? That hadn't been an excuse to move so far from home? Were they really not running anymore?

We just have to hope that your boss can keep him in line. He's fiercely protective of his brother. So long as you don't threaten either of them, even if you can't see the brother, you should be safe, I hope. Sugar Plum's worry about the situation was little better than Flug's own.

Nodding Flug held Razzy tight, unable to reach for Sugar's hand like he wanted to. I hope so. I don't want to lose our Soulings or either of you.

Grinning at where Axe held her wrist Dementia couldn't help but feel overjoyed and quickly skipped a few paces so she was ahead of him turning slightly to walk backward. Poking his hand she smiled. "You think I would get lost if you didn't hold onto me? You would probably be right, hehehe. I am a handful to hold onto."

"More like I don't feel like you getting killed by some nutjob with a deathwish." He countered. He would not admit it was because he didn't want to let her go.

Sensing Flug's desires, Sugar Plum waited up for him, catching his elbow gently so he wouldn't affect Razzy's rest. "I'll do what I have to to make sure you and they stay safe." Sugar Plum promised quietly, looking up to him with a faint smile.

"You will make a great father. I'm so glad you both chose me." Leaning down Flug kissed Sugar Plum's skull lightly. "Now, can we teleport to the next sector?" Flug spoke up making sure the others heard him.

"Oh Axe, can you teleport? Teleporting is so cool." Dementia gushed at the thought. "I could save so much time busting into locked vents!"

"I wouldn't have to lock them if you would stop using them to your devious advantage!" Flug huffed scowling at her back.

Axe just shook his head. "Don't have the magic for that doll. Maybe after we start eating right I'll be able to, but right now, not a chance. Even kill-happy can't teleport due to the situation down here." He jerked a thumb towards Dusty who was waiting grumpily by the doors.

"If I use your magic, yeah, I can teleport us all." He turned to Dusty to address the touchy subject in the room. "Can you have your brother hold on to one of us or something so he keeps up?"

Flug piped in, "He can hold onto me."

"You're pregnant and came down here?" Dusty's scathing disbelief was clear as he ignored Sugar Plum for the moment.

Blinking Flug tilted his head before nodding. "Um yeah? I didn't think we were talking that loud though..."

"Wait, you're pregnant?! But you're a guy?" Dementia stopped looking at Flug confused and bewildered.

"You're an idiot." Dusty shook his head. "You're carrying all that excess magic, you're a fucking walking feedbag for the bastards down here, I hope you realize that." He bared his teeth in a growl before glaring at the air above Flug's head. "If he's carryin' he ain't no fuckin' kid, dimwit!" He snapped at apparently nobody. "Bro says he'll stick with the kids." He finally relented, rolling his eye.

Axe looked at Dementia surprised. "You're males can't carry children?" He asked, honestly surprised.

"Hey! I am a kid by monster's terms, but that doesn't matter." Flug huffed almost pouting. "I couldn't just let Dementia go alone with my boys, something could happen to them while I wasn't there. Plus, I wanted to meet Axe and Crooks too."

Dementia shook her head looking to Axe. "No, they don't have those parts. You need a vagina for a baby, silly."

"Never heard that before. You?" He looked at Crooks who quickly signed that he was still too young to know and that Axe never told him about any of that just had Axe scrapping the back of his head. "Right. Sorry. Forgot." Crooks wasn't really too young, Axe just didn't want to tell him the truth. He didn't want to chance his brother leaving him. Besides, there was nobody in their sector who would even consider Crooks, if any had been left alive that was.

Sugar Plum piped up for them. "Actually, even us in the Lust sector didn't know about it. Humans and apparently most of the creatures on the surface are like that. Only females can reproduce, but they need a male to be able to do it. They have different states of matter to make the child. Also, they can't feel their Souls, like, at all."

Dusty stared at the group, disbelieving all he was hearing but having the proof in front of him by the faces he was seeing. He couldn't even find the words to say how much he couldn't fathom how humans survived, much less prospered up on the surface.

"It's true. Humans are a lot different from monsters and demons. We don't really use magic or our Souls at all so we stopped being able to feel and interact with them." Flug explained to them.

"Well ya sure as hell used it a few centuries ago. Was humans that locked us down here. And what the hell is a demon? I never could get a clear answer from the humans all those years ago before we got locked down here. They'd all tell me it was some kind of monster, but we are monsters. You make it sound as if they are two different things." Dusty countered, still prickly over his defeat in the Great War. He and Axe had both had a part in the same squad back then. How either of them had survived this long was beyond them both.

"They are more powerful than humans but still retain the magic that monsters do. Our boss is a demon." Flug semi explained.

"Yeah Black Hat is super powerful! He's power is amazing!" Dementia gushed.

Axe growled. This was the second time he'd heard about this boss and each time his mate gushed over him. "Should I be worried?" He glared at his girl then at Flug, jealousy rising easily.

"More powerful than humans… physically or magically?" Dusty was hoping it was one or the other. If it was both, he didn't know what he'd do. He was still gonna make him provide shelter though, somehow.

"Uh, can we keep moving and talk in the next area?" Sugar Plum asked nervously. There was a dead monster not two rooms away. It made him uneasy about what other monsters may be around.

Flug nodded, "Yeah, let's move then talk. Dust, Crooks come over here so we can teleport."

Tugging on Axe's hand Dementia walked over and grabbed Crook's hand too before moving over to Flug.

With a sigh, Dusty moved over as well, latching onto Crooks so he didn't make anyone just or possessive. To many newly mated monsters in a small area. It could get nasty and he might not get out unscathed if it came down to a fight.

Once Sugar Plum was certain everyone was ready and he received a nod from Dusty that Spectre was as well, he teleported them to this sector's Ruins. It was going to be a long trek as these deep skeletons had a lot to catch up on.

Once they had teleported Flug looked to Axe seriously. "You should be worried about Black Hat. All of you should be. He is more powerful in every way possible. He was also Dem's first crush."

"It wasn't a crush! I'm not a school girl. We were in love! I was entirely infatuated with him and he-"

"Wasn't interested in you romantically in the slightest." Flug cut her off. "Black Hat has a mate and a Souling on the way so you don't have to worry about him stealing Dementia from you. He doesn't want her."

"So which is it?" Axe growled, not liking the conflicting stories. He wasn't good a sharing. He'd kill the girl if she played with his Soul by seeing another or do his damndest to kill her boss if tried to steal her away. He'd kill them both if they collaborated in this whole farce, Soulmate or not. He had no time for games. His grip increased with his anger until he was bruising her wrist, grinding the bones within painfully.

Dusty stood off to the side, leading them from the snow into the next Ruins, watching the scene unfold. Ever interesting and typical of humans to play with the hearts of others. He wondered how it would all play out.

Crooks was just as confused as Axe, but didn't know what to do, so merely followed. That was all he ever did and was content to keep doing. He followed his brother and helped protect and feed them both. He kept away the trouble that his brother might miss.

"Ow! Stop that!" Dementia winced yanking her wrist out of Axe's clutch. "No need to get jealous! Black Hat ditched me for Fell and doesn't want me like that. I tried to get him to like me but it never worked. I may not be completely over him, but he broke my heart. I just want someone to help me put it back together. you know, two hearts healing each other and becoming one? It's sappy, but I really want someone to love and who loves me."

"And you're crazy enough to fit the bill Axe." Flug snorted, giving him a lopsided smile.

"Who're you callin' crazy?" Axe asked, looking over at Flug, hand tightening on his axe that somehow seemed to still be with him.

Crooks guided Dementia away from his brother after the short-lived fit of jealousy. He didn't want the pretty lady with the nice sounds to go away.

Sugar Plum planted a hand in Flug's back, pushing him to keep moving even a spike of cold did the same on Flug's upper back. "He's just saying what we can all see. You both are psychopaths." He didn't let his guard down as he followed. He'd have to keep an eye on Axe for a bit now until his temper relaxed. He was just as bad as Sans when it came to possession, if not worse.

Looking up to Crooks as he led her along Dementia gave him a small smile. "Glad you are looking out for me darling. Come on Axe you know none of us are what people would call normal."

"Let's keep moving so we can get home." Flug huffed lightly starting a steady walking pace again. "I want to get home and show everyone around before a nap. Using all this magic and walking is making me tired. The kids probably need to be fed too."

"Psh ha! As if you'll get a nap. Fell will be cursing you out and giving you jobs when you step foot into the mansion. You've been gone for like a month. He's practically finished all the stuff you guys had already made. He's pissed too. You never pick up your phone." Dementia chuckled at Flug's misfortune.

"Fell's there?" Axe asked, surprised.

"Red's at this place?" Dusty's surprise was clear as he looked behind him.

Sugar Plum chuckled quietly. We know who they each prefer, don't we. His amusement was clear, as we're the turn of his thoughts, unrealistic as they were.

Happy to have her again, Crooks continued his petting of Dementia as they walked, making sure to touch her almost as frequently as his brother.

Dementia giggled looking up happily at Crooks.

Chuckling Flug raised an eyebrow at both Axe and Dust. "Oh, I didn't realize you guys were close. Yeah Fell is Black Hat's mate. Both of them have moved into the mansion."

"We are aren't." They responded in time before glaring at each other and turning away.

"Taught Fell most of what he knows when it comes to trackinging and hunting." Axe admitted quietly.

"And before… before I used to drink with Red. He's a good drinking buddy." Dusty glowed a faint purple, but he hid it by looking forward.

"Awww! You two are such good big brothers!" Flug cooed grinning. "They are great boys, you should both be proud."

"Shutup." Axe snapped, only a quick wall of bones from Dusty keeping his axe from hitting Flug square in the face.

"Don't jepordize our chances Axe." Dusty growled, dropping the defensive magic and letting the weapon fall to the ground with a clang.

Flinching back from the axe that almost hit him. "FUCK! That was a compliment, damnit!" Flug whined backing up a few steps.

"I'd suggest shutting your trap before you get yourself killed boy." Dusty warned from ahead.

"He's right unfortunately." Sugar Plum agreed. "Let's just work on getting out of here."

Nodding Flug looked to Axe, "I'm sorry, okay? Let's just keep moving. You can fight me when we get home."

"Hun, come on and walk with us." Dementia called holding out her hand to Axe the other hand holding Crooks's.

Glaring at Flug, Axe huffed before retrieving his weapon and returning to Dementia. "Bitch ass twig." He grumbled.

Sugar Plum instantly bristled, that somehow striking his temper but he somehow held back from jumping into the fray of pissy monsters. This was rough on everyone.

The cold presence at their backs made itself known again as it pushed on Sugar Plum and Flug as they once more trailed behind.

Sighing Flug wilted mumbling. "I didn't mean it was a bad thing. It's sweet of them to be big brothers to the Fell brothers. I didn't mean to upset them."

Yeah, I know that, but things aren't always what the seem babe. To these guys, helping someone else is practically marking them as weak. Sugar Plum's face was set in a grimace as well, keeping an eye on the ones ahead of them. He didn't pay any mind to the striking cold at his back.

"Oh… I didn't see it as that. That makes a lot more sense. I'll try to make it up to them when we get home. A home cooked meal should smooth things over." Flug nodded to himself.

Sugar Plum merely hummed but the damage was done. Silence reigned in the darkness they moved through once more. Only the sound of Flug, Dementia, and Sugar Plum's steps echoing around them gave any signal that anybody was down here at all.

Humming lightly Dementia skipped along three sectors later she spotted a tree with what looked to be a bird in it. "Bird!" Dropping Axe and Crooks's hands she scurried up the tree sneaking up to the bird.

After the long silence, everyone jumped and merely stared as she darted off. "Uh…" Razzy groaned, nuzzling his head into Flug's chest before passing back out.

"Anybody else got a bad feeling about her running off like that?" Sugar Plum wondered aloud. They didn't have birds down here, so whatever she was after was likely not what she thought it was.

Frowning Flug called out to her before she could snatch it. "Dem! Stop, it could be dangerous!"

"It's fine! I got it!" Dementia snatched it up frowning as it was just trash attached to a string. Tugging on it she set off a trap. A wire instantly snapped around her wrist startling a sharp cry from her. Tugging on it only caused it to get tighter until it was cutting into skin. "Ah! AH! Trapped! It won't let go!" Stumbling on the tree branch she barely saw the flash of metal along the branch. The wire ran to the center of a set of barbed jaws hidden in the branch. There was a click as she yanked on her wrist causing it to tighten and pull the slacked cord tight. Another click and she had to move her wrist due to the pain of the strain. It was pulling her into the bear trap! "Help! Axe help me!"

Crooks was the one that came as she had gone up a tree and Axe with his low HP wasn't about to try climbing. Instead of disabling the trap though, the giant merely snapped off the whole branch, managing to keep her from falling into the trap further in the process before setting it on the ground. "I thought you had it?" Axe laughed, sauntering over after his brother before looking at the design. It was pretty smart. Gripping her arm and pinning it to the branch to keep her from moving, he raised his axe high. "Don't move." His grin looked entirely insane.

Whining she pouted, "Just help me and tease me after. Please it hurts. It's trying to take off my arm." She flinched at his grin turning to look away from what was going to happen to her. "I just hope your axe is sharp."

There wasn't any response from him before the blade fell swiftly, biting deep into the wood. Instantly the trap snapped shut as the spring holding it open lost tension, just as it was made to do. The strand of wire around Dementia's wrist was still tight, having wrapped itself so tight it had buried into the flesh of her wrist. With it disconnected though, Axe made quick work of pulling it apart and out of her skin, licking the blood from his claws afterwards and offering the blood soaked wire to his brother. There wasn't any point in wasting any nutrients down here. Blood had a lot of nutrients and monsters didn't have much, so this was a sort of delicacy for them.

"It could do with a bit of honing." He said easily while he worked, grin still wide, only growing more manic as he licked his claws clean. Catching her wrist and careful of his fangs, he stuck her entire hand into his skull so his ambient magic could work on her cut, cleaning it and sealing the worst of the damage while also catching any blood that continued to fall.

Everything happened too fast and suddenly Axe had Dementia's bloody hand in his mouth. Shoving Razzy into Sugar Plum's arms, Flug ran over yanking Axe away from Dementia. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Don't eat her! Get away from her! Dementia are you okay? Fuck, you idiot, you could had gotten badly hurt." He was looking over her wrist putting some healing magic into it as he looked her over for any other wounds.

Shocked Dementia just stared up at Flug.

Sugar Plum was quickly toppled as his larger brother was shoved onto him, and was too busy trying to disentangle himself to grasp what was happening or intervene this time. He had been trying to be an intermediary, but he had clearly miscalculated this time.

Axe growled when his mate was yanked away from him, causing his fangs, which he had been so careful about, to catch and rip parts of his human's hand and fingers. "I wasn't eating her, you bastard." He wanted to demand she be returned, but seeing Flug's healing magic, it was clear the kid had more than enough magic to spare for such things. "Was takin' care of her."

Across the courtyard, Dusty lowered a glowing hand, his bright eyelight dimming as Flug's attention turned away from Axe and more towards the girl. If he attacked, he would be much worse off than that girl was. He just had to be alive enough to get him entrance and if Fell and Red were already up there, he might not even need this kid. Might just be easier to off him if he did cause a problem, he mused.

"Y-yeah, it didn't hurt me Flug. I'm fine." Giving a shrug she shooed him. "I'm fine now MOM. You don't need to protect me. Axe is doing a good job of taking care of me."

Shifting Flug frowned, "If you're sure. You're too dangerous, it's hard not to take care of you. You are practically a child."

"No I'm not! You just want to smother me like a mother. I'm fine." Dementia huffed standing and pushing Flug back to Sugar and Razzy. "Take care of your own mates. I have my own boys to take care of me."

"Fine fine." Flug relented, going back to pick up Razzy again shifting him to one arm this time.

The moment Flug left, Axe latched back onto her hand, looking it over for any left over injuries. Of course there were none, not even a bit of scarring. Flug didn't know how to hold back yet and had actually healed over some old scars as well without even meaning to. "Damn. I'll have to work on my magic when I get to the surface if this is what I gotta contend with up there." He swore. Feeling his brother's eyes on his back, he moved over to show that her hand was beyond okay, he still didn't let it go.

When Razzy was finally lifted off of him, Sugar Plum sighed in relief. That could have gone a lot worse. "You are way too jumpy, you know that?" He laughed, trying to lighten the mood with limited success if the glares he got from the other three skeletons were anything to go by. "Sheesh."

"Yeah, sorry Dementia is like a sister to me. She's always getting into trouble that I have to help her out of." Flug chuckled rubbing the back of his neck.

Giggling Dementia blushed shifting her hand so they were holding hands. They had only held wrist or arms so far. "It's sweet of you to worry hun but Flug is the one that always heals people up. He's the doctor, so don't worry about trying to compete with him."

Hearing that he was a doctor only seemed to piss off the three deep skeletons even more, their glares getting more deadly. "All the more reason to keep him away from you." Axe ground out. He let her take his hand, scanning their surroundings and keeping a closer eye on the human-monster that trailed at the back of the pack with the Lust brothers.

Tilting her head confused Dementia asked, "Are you scared of doctors or something? Don't worry Flug is the best. He makes sure to not shock me or anything I don't like. We only use humans or heroes for our experiments too. So don't worry!"

"Only humans? Even though you're both from that race?" Dusty asked, surprised. He figured monsters would have been prime pickings for any 'doctor'.

Axe was equally surprised, glancing at Flug again, trying to understand him just by looking at him. Understanding others wasn't his strong point though. "So not the kind that'll try and mess with us or how we work?" He verified. They all had had enough of their doctors and what they did. How the freaks had lived as long as they had, monsters only speculated.

Sugar Plum spoke up for him. "He is an evil scientist, but he's got a conscience. He isn't like the Gaster line. He's the Commander's mate for cryin' out loud, do you really think Sans would mate him if he were like his father?" He smiled, "I can vouch for him. Mind's connected and all that. Speaking of which," He switched topics as he realized something, "we'll have to synchronize you and her or she'll tear your Soul apart. We can wait until we are in a better location of course, but you'll need to get that done as soon as possible."

Flug nodded hesitantly, "Yeah, I'm not like the Gasters'. Since Black Hat is a demon and his Mate is a monster along with all of our Mates, we only use humans as test subjects. Mainly since we sell the devices to villains and that's their prime target. I'm not too much of a villain to try to hurt the people living with me."

Gasping Dementia tugged on Axe's hand, "Will I be able to read your mind?!"

Axe merely shrugged. He didn't know anything about this stuff. "Why we gotta syncrowhatsit. We bonded, ain' that enough?" He asked. After Sugar Plum explained it all, he honestly felt pretty sick at the idea. He had next to no magic right now. Just barely enough to keep himself from Dusting. If his Soul was supposed to be putting out even a quarter what her's was, he couldn't help wonder how she didn't notice the giant expanse of difference between them. Her Soul was so bright it hurt to look at.

Dusty already knew the basics, but hearing a more in-depth description of the process had even him shaken. Those whores and the Commander had all gone through that? He may not like the powerhouse at the top of everything, but he had a new respect for the monster if he had taken that kind of magic funneling. He'd have to make sure he didn't end up bonded to a human, or worse, a demon. What would funneling power like that through his Soul even do to him? He didn't want to think about it.

"Wow… Let's get some food and sleep into you first honey." Dementia hummed giving Axe's skull a small nuzzle her hair dipping into the crack of his skull.

"Rest and food should help a lot in the process. I'll make something truly fulfilling for the Soul when we make it back." Flug announced.

I know what I'd like to be filling. Sugar Plum couldn't help internally commenting with a cheeky smile at Flug. It would be very fulfilling, I'm sure.

"We should keep moving." Dusty pressed, as the group had once again stopped to engage in conversation. At this rate it would take them forever to get out of this pit. He'd had enough of darkness to last him several lifetimes, literally in human measurement.

Hush you. Flug shook his head chuckling. "You are right let's keep moving."

"Then come on slow pokes! You should be up here with us." Pausing long enough to grab onto Flug's sleeve Dementia started their steady pace again dragging Flug into pace with them. "You're so slow Flug. He should be carrying you instead, I bet he walked a lot faster."

Groaning, Sugar Plum hurried to catch up. He was hard again and really wanted to fuck somebody. Now wasn't the time though. He had to get everybody to the surface. What he wouldn't give to be back in his own Sector. How did Flug live such an eventful life. There was hardly any time for sex. How did he manage it?

Axe growled at Flug as Dementia grabbed him, remembering him tearing her away from him and the fact that he was a doctor. He officially didn't like the scarred twerp, even if he respected his strength. Nodding to Crooks, they moved forward, Crooks bringing up the rear to cover their asses from any monster stupid enough to attack such a large group.

Five sectors later Flug was starting to be dragged by Dementia. "I need to sit down for a bit."

"Ugh Flug you are so weak." Dementia groaned.

"I'm sorry! I'm tired." Flug huffed sitting down in the snow with Razzy in his lap. Stretching his arms he groaned. "It's hard to carry Razzy for hours on end."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Sugar Plum scraped at the back of his skull. They were finally getting out of the dangerous sectors. If he remembered right… Walking over to one of the trees outside of this Ruins, he plucked a needle off of a low hanging bough of a pine tree and stuck it in his mouth. His eyelight lit up brightly. This was the divide between the dark sectors and the light sectors! There were a few more dark sectors interspersed, but this was the end of the majority. He quickly grabbed a bunch of needles, shoving them into his mouth before moaning and flopping back in the snow! So sweet!

Axe and Dusty just stared at him, confused by his actions. Had he finally lost the last strand of sanity he had?

Razzy continued to snore, turning to curl into Flug and get more comfortable as he sat down. Gripping Flug's shirt, he mumbled incoherently but still didn't wake.

Crooks, intrigued by Sugar Plum's actions, pulled a few needles off a tree near him to eat, only to go back for more almost instantly.

Dementia tilted her head following Crooks's curiosity and grabbed one for herself. "What the fuck! It's like candy! Why is it so sweet?" She snapped a whole limb off of the tree munching on it, bark and all.

"Sweet? Candy? What kind of sector has candy trees?" Flug asked, confused.

Recovering from his sugar rush, Sugar Plum sat up, super energized. "Sugartale! We are in the Sugar sector. Everything is sweet, and I do mean everything! The snow, the trees, the people….everything!" He glared at Axe, "No eating the people Axe. I happen to like these guys." He warned.

Intrigued, Axe stole part of Dementia's branch, taking a bite. He couldn't believe how sweet it was. He'd never had anything like it. "Damn. Get me more!" He demanded, looking up to her, pointing to the tree.

Dusty wasn't sure what to make of it all, taking just a finger's work of snow into his mouth before nodding. It reminded him of the blocks that his family had had to make back when they'd been on the surface. He'd hated those blocks. The grid would get into his bones and grind away painfully.

Giggling Dementia nodded leaving him with what was left of the branch and climbed up the tree to grab a branch with more needles and broke it off. Bringing it back down to Axe she handed it over to him. "Here you go honey."

Flug looked up to Sugar Plum curiously before tasting some of the snow next to him. "Wow it is sweet."

Grinning wide, Sugar Plum nodded fast before running towards a tree before disappearing in a teleport to go deeper into the forest. He reappeared moments later with different kinds of needles and leaves, as well as what looked like hot food. He shoved the hot food at Axe and Crooks and offered the rest of the pile to Flug. "I'll try to go get us some more real food from a bar. Be right back." And he was gone again.

Looking down at the gooey mess that Sugar Plum had shoved at him, Axe watched it drip into the snow and harden on contact. Picking up the hardened piece, he found it even sweeter with a strange new flavor. He picked up the ball of goo, finding something under it all, and bit messily into it. It was soft and again, sweet, but with multiple flavors. It was more than he could comprehend. He easily split it, giving half to Crooks to try, amazed that something like this even existed.

"Oh, candy apple! Lucky, those are so good." Leaning over Dementia licked at the carmel coating left on his teeth. "Oh, so sweet. Just like you~" Giggling she went back to the dropped tree branch.

Axe wasn't sure how to handle the sudden lick, nearly biting at her tongue. That had been a flavor much more intense and closer to what he was used to. Shaking his head, he went back to his apple, watching the girl. He'd have to be careful not to hurt her. That had been too close.

Several minutes later, Sugar Plum came back, passing out more food. Axe received more sweet treats, items similar to jolly ranchers, candied fruits, and chocolates. To Dusty, he offered some less intense stuff, pancakes with a few syrup options included fruit varieties, maple, and chocolate. Finally coming back to Flug, he offered a few pieces of pie for them to share. "I love this verse, but I can't stay for long periods, partially due to my sector's influence, but also the pure sweetness of everything actually messes with my magic and makes me sick after a bit." He admitted, cutting into a chocolate pie.

"Oh? That is good to know. Feed me a bite?" He asked, opening his mouth for a bite of the chocolate pie.

Giving a small happy sound Dementia snatched two of the chocolates from Axe. Holding one up to Crooks she popped the other into her mouth. "Try ish it's good!" She mumbled around her bites.

Carefully, almost delicately, Crooks took the small treat from her hand to eat. In his claws, it was incredibly small, but his whole contorted frame shook from delight when he tasted it, looking back into their new pile to find more of the same.

Axe set aside all the syrups, choosing to eat the pancakes plain. He didn't care for all the sweetness, regardless of how much all the others seemed to enjoy it. It just brought up bad memories for him.

Sugar Plum easily polished off the chocolate pie with Flug's help before starting into a cherry and blueberry tart, the heavy syrup getting everywhere but the white cream underneath it a perfect compliment.

Seeing Crooks's delighted wiggle, Dementia grabbed the rest of the chocolates from Axe. "Sit down honey and I'll feed you the rest. You liked the chocolates, right?"

Collapsing into the powdered snow, Crooks easily picked a few out of her hand, some still in their wraps, popping one after another into his mouth, giving rattles each time. The food was also magic rich and the fact that his eyelights were getting progressively more visible, lighting up a deep red. The same was true for Axe. His singular left eye was growing very bright, constantly flicking around as he debated on what to eat next.

Dusty managed to polish off his pancakes and the effect on him was less apparent, though his clothes did seem to fit better now and he stood more upright with less of a slouch. His lit eyelight colors seemed to undulate against each other, giving it a constantly flickering appearance and somehow making him look even more sinister and his deadly aura was much more palpable. It didn't seem to be pointed at anything in particular though.

Sugar Plum didn't really seem to notice the changes in their companions. Once he ate his fill, he began carefully force feeding his brother in the hopes of waking him up. After a single slice of pie, he did finally wake up. Groggy though he was, Razzy allowed the feeding to continue as it slowly built up his magic and got all his functions working again.

Giggling Dementia unwrapped the rest of the chocolates for Crooks. "Aw your magic is lighting up. I can see your eyelights. Such a pretty red, hun." Dementia cooed to Crooks offering more chocolates. She loved to see his happy little wiggles. She wanted so badly to keep those happy little shakes to continue. She glanced over to Axe seeing him invested in the food too. Axe was so adorable thinking so hard on which sweet to eat next.

"Good morning sleepy bones~" Flug teased Razzy, rubbing his skull lightly.

Razzy hummed, the sound drawing out into a moan as he leaned into the rubbing. A wave of unchecked lust washed through the bond as Razzy slowly woke up. He still wasn't completely coherent, just trying to get his bearings and remembering to swallow when he was supposed to.

"Oh boy, that's gonna have to be dealt with if he can't tamp it down." Sugar Plum giggled, not sounding at all worried about the heavy layer of lust slamming their minds.

Groaning Flug shook his head in mild amusement. "You two are a mess. You might have to handle it while we are traveling or quickly while we rest. We need to keep a steady pace otherwise we won't make it before some of us need to sleep or at least nap. With all this walking I don't think I can pull an all nighter."

The lust slowly dimmed as Razzy registered the conversation and gained control of his mind, cutting back his feelings so that he wasn't flooding Flug too bad. "I can carry you if we need. That rest did me a lot of good. I'm going to guess you carried me up from where we were if we are in the Sugar sector." He mumbled between bites.

"Yup, carried you the whole time. I had to take care of my Paramore. So you are feeling better, you don't need any more healing?" Flug hummed looking him over trying to see any other pains the other might have been well hidden.

"I'm fine. Just horny and sore. Let's get moving." He sighed, taking the last bite of a cobbler from his brother before eating the utensil as well, as it had been made of a hard candy anyway. He stood, pulling Flug and Sugar Plum up once he was on his feet and scraping his sockets clear of residual magic.

Seeing Razzy up and moving, Dusty nodded from where he was watching over everyone. The candy here certainly had a lot of magic in it. He supposed he could leave this place alone for Sugar Plum. It certainly had regenerative properties.

When Axe saw everyone getting ready, he quickly shoved the remaining candy and foliage that was left into his pockets to eat along the way. Dementia had already stolen all those candy squares and was feeding his brother, so they were all set. "Let's go. The others seem ready to move." He nudged his two companions to get up as he pushed himself to his own feet.

Nodding Dementia stood up climbing into the tree once more to grab a small tree branch to feed to Crooks as they walked. Hopping down from the tree again. "Let's go!"

Flug stood up slightly shaikly. He was getting hot which he chalked up to Razzy's wave of unchecked lust that washed through their bond.

"You okay, babe?" Sugar Plum noticed his shakiness, going to his elbow to support him.

Razzy looked over to him, equally worried.

Dusty worked on getting the doors open for them, Crooks offering a hand as the largest with the most leverage of them all while Axe and Dementia stood by.

"Y-yeah, I think I'm fi-i-oh god!" Flug shoved away from Sugar Plum's hold to collapse next to a tree, puking up all the sugar he had just ate. Groaning Flug gaged heaving for a few more minutes.

"Flug?!" Dementia turned back to them concerned.

"Shit." Razzy swore, the strange feeling nearly causing him to expel magic as well. He kept his distance, not sure what to do about what was happening.

Sugar Plum stumbled after being shoved, but kept his feet. Walking over to Flug, he rubbed his back, trying to help with the heaves and shudders of his body. "Maybe all that sugar wasn't such a grand idea for you." He commented worriedly.

Axe and Dusty watched dispassionately as Crooks held the door for them all. They were ready whenever Flug finished his expulsion.

Groaning Flug shivered leaning heavily into Sugar Plum's hand. "I-I think I'm done. It was just so sudden. I was feeling fine, but then my Soul just felt queasy and hot." Flug tried to explain. "Razzy, can you carry me for a bit. My legs are shaking."

Nodding and crossing the short area between them, Razzy carefully lifted Flug onto his back. "Is this okay?" He asked after getting him settled in a piggy-back hold and stood, adjusting his stance to hold the extra weight. Flug was easily three times his weight and he had to use his magic to form his ectobody to hold up to the extra pressure. He normally had it summoned anway, but while passed out, it had disappeared and he hadn't bothered to resummon it.

Sugar Plum was troubled by Flug's description and lapsed into silence as they made their way towards and through the doors into the Ruins. He was missing something here.

Dusty made sure to actually lodge something in these doors so that the sweet sector would be able to be accessible again. He didn't make kindnesses often, but this wasn't too bad a place, but Spectre was pestering him about it and he was getting annoyed with the pestering.

Nuzzling into Razzy's neck Flug hummed resting his eyes. "Yes, thanks. I hate throwing up, it's so gross and draining."

Dementia trailed back to Razzy's side. "Was that too much sugar, Flug? You should be more careful on how much you eat."

Razzy merely hummed, worried about his mate. He didn't know much about Flug's biology, but expulsions like that shouldn't be normal. He hoped nothing was wrong. The way his brother was so pensive was worrying as well.

Axe watched Dementias as she ran back to the whores who always lagged behind. They were keeping up a bit better now, but they still brought up the tail end of the party, other than his brother who covered their backs. They were moving faster now though. That was a plus.

"I know, Dem… These Soulings make it hard not to eat a lot though. They take a lot of magic and energy." Flug groaned.

"Oh yeah, you're pregnant. I keep forgetting about that. Are you gonna get fat and have weird cravings like girls? Where will it come out? Your butt?!" Dementia asked.

Sugar Plum looked up at all of Dementia's questions. "Cravings? I haven't heard of that before. As for where it will come out, that should be obvious. It'll come out of his vagina, same as when it went in. And yeah, eventually he'd get fat." Razzy nodded along with everything in agreement.

"Flug you're a GIRL!" Dementia screeched shocked.

"Dementia, no! Magic is able to make different parts. I'm a boy even if my magic can now make different parts." Flug huffed explaining.

Again, Razzy nodded in confirmation before expanding on the point. "It is something monsters have the choice of. We can choose what gender we want to be and can change at will. Most of us stick to one gender, but some are relatively fluid in switching between them."

"How can she not know that?" Dusty wondered aloud from the head of the group, all their voices bouncing around the close stone corridors they were walking through.

"Humans aren't like that! We don't change our gender so easily. I didn't know that Flug could now. So will you still have a human pregnancy or a monster one? Will you have cravings, morning sickness, moodswings, or not? Are you going to have a baby in nine months or will they pop out anytime now?!" Dementia rambled out questions.

"I don't know… Sugar Plum said it'll take five years." Flug offered.

The small skeleton nodded. "So like I said, I haven't heard of the cravings thing. Monsters don't get that and by all rights, Flug is a monster now, due to what Sans did to him. He will have morning sickness, that might actually be what happened back there. Moodswings can be expected in his second year I'd say. Over all though, we will be checking in on him and the twins to make sure everything is going alright since he is far from normal. Never have we had a human turn into a monster, much less had to deal with such a phenomenon taking on a monster pregnancy with twins. Usually monsters only carry one child, and if they have more, one will die in the process prior to birth and be reabsorbed." He looked up to Flug often, wondering if Flug really knew what he was getting into by allowing himself to get pregnant. "You will really need to practice your magic. They are going to be strong, since they are ours and your spawn and you are much stronger than any boss monster we've ever encountered. They may even rival Sans."

"I'll have to start training then." Flug commented lightly. It hurt to be reminded that Sans wasn't with him just waiting in the lab. The brothers did help a lot in distracting him from worrying and mourning the loss of his lover to the Void. his sudden drop in emotions rushed through their bond. He missed Sans dearly.

Instantly the two brothers sent a powerful wave of positivity to him. "It'll be okay. He'll find a way back." Razzy promised. He may not know much, but he knew that Sans's possessive streak wouldn't allow him to be absent for too long. It was strange that this much time had already passed, but he couldn't fathom the Commander just giving up.

"I'd recommend talking to Papyrus or Fell about training. Papy might not be able to train you directly, but I'm sure he knows some people who could. Undyne trained him before the barrier broke and she, with her wife, moved out." Sugar Plum advised.

"I've met them, she's a bit rough for me though. I'll ask when we get home, if Fell doesn't beat me for being gone for so long. Come on let's catch up to the group. I want to be home." Flug told them.

A strong flicker of apprehension passed through the bond as the brothers shared a glance. Flug wasn't far into the pregnancy, but something too severe could certainly lose him the children. "Make sure you tell him immediately that you are pregnant. He'd be beside himself if he killed your unborn young." Razzy advised.

Blinking Flug blushed, "I-I didn't mean he would actually beat me… But yeah I will." A pang of fear went through their bond as Flug actually thought of what Fell might do to him. Black Hat he knew… Fell was a new boss to worry about. He wouldn't be able to live through the hole if Fell put him down there. Hopefully Fell would go easy on him since he was pregnant, but what if he didn't. Flug shivered, clinging to Razzy's back in fear as his imagination worked over the dangerous outcomes.

So long as you tell him, he'll go easy on you. It is a universal law of monster kind that children be preserved. He won't hurt you too bad. He won't chance endangering the children. He'd have every monster in the world after him if it ever got out. Sugar Plum explained silently, his eyes ahead and his expression stern and focused.

Taking a deep breath Flug calmed down. Okay… Okay, thanks. Could you make sure I'm settled before you leave me… Just in case.

Both skeletons nodded. The rest of the trip was filled with them sending waves of positive emotions through the bond to try to help counter the negative fear and anxiety that Flug was under about returning to work. Occasionally Dementia would run off for something, but she always returned, sometimes being towed by Axe or Crooks. It was well past nightfall when they finally reached the surface, but it was the first time for Crooks to ever see the starry sky. Though they had seen it before, it had been a long time since Axe and Dusty had gotten to see real stars as well. Not far from the exit, beams of light cut through the dark, scanning the area ahead in broad sweeps that overlapped. The physical barrier that humans had erected after monsters were released to keep humans from descending into the Underground and as a checkpoint for new monsters who were leaving. Sugar Plum merely snorted and teleported them all to Black Hat's mansion before they were spotted. He sure as hell wasn't about to be registered to be tracked by those stupid heroes.

Finally home, Flug smiled, motioning for everyone to follow him to the kitchen. "Dementia do you want them on your side of the mansion? Do you want to show them to their rooms while I start on dinner?" He asked, pulling out pots and pans. He was thinking of a hearty pasta with lots of meat in it, a salad, a lot of garlic bread, maybe a cake as dessert? Humming lightly as he started boiling water and taking out meat to brown.

"Oh yes! Come on it's this way!" Dementia beamed pulling on Axe's arm.

There was a strange sound before blue fur filled the door frame stopping Dementia from leaving. "Aroo? Aroo!" Large bear arms grabbed Dementia lifting her up into a hug.

"Aw you miss me big guy? You know who you've been missing most is here. FLUG'S BACK!" Dementia grinned giggling as she was instantly dropped and 5.0.5 pushed past everyone until he had yanked Flug into his arms.

Spitting out fur Flug coughed. "I know-I know baby! I'm sorry I've been gone for so long."

As they were pushed aside, the Lust brothers couldn't help but laugh at the antics of the 'child' bear. He really was adorable. The look of surprise and disbelief on the other monsters' faces was priceless as well. The bear was neither human nor monster, yet existed and was very sentient.

Once Dementia was set down, Axe was quick to put an arm around her waist, pulling her close and keeping her there. The fresh air of the surface was just as revitalizing as he remembered and just by breathing he could feel strength returning ever so slowly. It would be his brother's first time experiencing it, but it would be worth it for him to take it slow.

Said skeleton could barely fit in the hallway. It was cramped. Too short for his long, twisted body and only barely wide enough to accommodate his wide shoulders. With everyone else here and that ball of fuzz that flew by, he was quickly getting uncomfortable in the confined space. He didn't even notice the power difference in the air over his anxiety spiking.

Dusty's killer aura saturated the air even more as he was pushed past. He glared at the bear, claws twitching. Such a creature was unknown to him, but clearly loved in this misfit house. He couldn't kill it. What a pain. He hoped not everyone here was so rough.

While all this went through the deep skeletons' minds, their disbelief at the existence of the bear was written all over their faces and their clothes now held wisps of blue fur from the bear, who had begun to shed with the changing of the season as it moved into late autumn.

Chuckling Flug patted 5.0.5's arm. "Come on love put me down. Let me introduce you to everyone." As he was sat down Flug tilted his head at the sparkling in 5.0.5's fur and now his side. "Did you get into glitter? Everyone, this is 5.0.5. He is my creation. He's still a child so he can't really talk but he can understand you, so don't be mean. He can handle Black Hat so being on his good side is a good idea." Flug explained.

Grinning and letting out a muted chuckle, Dusty snorted from the back as he caught sight of the 'glitter'. They were going to have hell trying to get that out. It was some Dust from his own jacket. Probably from when the bear had pushed past him. He unfortunately gained the immediate worried attention of all the skeletons. He wasn't known for joviality afterall, unless someone was about to die.

Turning to Dusty, 5.0.5 gave a soft Aroo walking over and patting his head lightly. "Aroo, Aroo roo roo?" Poking at his dusty sleeve 5.0.5 made more noises.

The pats and pokes elicited more laughs mixed with growls from the deadly skeleton. He didn't like being touched, but the innocence of the bear was highly amusing as well as the idea of trying to get the Dust out of his fur. "If you don't want him to be covered in death, I'd suggest you get him away from me, doctor." He tried to duck out of pat unsuccessfully. By now the floor and the wall he'd been leaning against, as well as 5.0.5's whole arm was coated in the glittering Dust, turning him more grey than blue.

"Oh stars! 5.0.5 STOP! You are getting dust everywhere. Oh no it's all in your fur." Flug whined going over to tug 5.0.5 away from Dusty. "You need to take a shower and put your clothes in the wash. You can't track dust everywhere you go. It's wrong. Dementia show them the laundry room and their rooms. You should all shower and change before dinner." Shooing 5.0.5 out the other door Flug huffed, "you too! Go shower off that dust." Teleporting to his room Flug tugged off his catsuit, changing into his usual work clothes of jeans, t-shirt, and a labcoat before teleporting back.

By the time he teleported back, everyone was gone. Only a faint shimmering on the floor indicating the direction that Dusty took. Sounds of panic from another hallway nearby, as well as Fell's yelling spoke of where 5.0.5 and the aforementioned field villain were. The words couldn't be heard clearly, but the distress from the bear was clear enough.

Poking his head into the hallway Flug asked concerned. "Everything okay? Don't worry it's just dust from Dusty, 5.0.5 didn't hurt anyone. He's taking a shower now."

Turning his blazing anger from the bear to Flug, letting the bear out from where he had him pinned to the wall, Fell stalked forward. "So good to know that the only other decent cook in the house didn't decide to stoop to murder of the family. Now… Exactly. Where. Have. You. BEEN?!" He snarled the last word, catching Flug's throat, pushing him up the wall until the human was at eye level with him, several feet above the ground. "We've had nobody filling orders, creating new devices, no production what-so-ever. The number of complaints we have had are beyond count, and you just up and disappear." To emphasize his point, at the end of each shouted statement, his hand closed tighter.

Across the mansion, the Lust brothers had retreated to their own room, having to finally get rough with each other. They had held off for almost a whole day, other than Dusty with Razzy earlier. They were nearing their breaking period and figured Flug would be getting a shower himself to get cleaned up and back in routine and would be safe to do their thing. When halfway through their fucking, they felt a twinge of something unknown, they didn't think anything of it until it bloomed into something much more serious.

"Pre-pregnant! I-I'm pregnant s-stop!" Flug choked out, clawing weakly at the hand closing around his throat. His vision was already blurring from the pressure and tears. "P-please, don't hurt-hurt the babies."

Glaring at him, then looking down to check his Soul, Fell sighed, a heavy rumbling growl edging it as he lowed Flug back down the wall. "You have a lot of work to catch up on. I won't be going light on you because of this. I assume I don't have to tell you where to get started. Before you go, report. I sense additional life signatures in the mansion. Who have you brought with you and for what reason?" He folded his arms, stepping back. His hands were still in fists, but he would not touch Flug as he was now.

Sugar Plum and Razzy had been in the process of throwing their clothes on when they felt the pressure release and pain subside. Looking at each other, they shrugged before Sugar Plum tackled his brother, once again resuming their romp.

Gasping Flug whined rubbing his neck. "It's A-axe and his brother Crooks along with Dusty. My-my mates, Sugar Plum and Razzy are also here. I offered them all rooms and jobs. Axe is Dementia's Soulmate. They-they said they helped raise you some, I thought you might be okay with it."

5.0.5 made some distressed noises pushing at Fell to check on Flug. Wagging his finger he chattered at Fell reprimanding him.

Rubbing his nasal ridge and ignoring 5.0.5's nagging, Fell shook his head. "Why do you always make such a mess?" He complained to himself more than Flug. "Fine, I'll figure out what to do with them. Since you're in the kitchen, I assume you meant to make food. 5.0.5 and I will do it, otherwise I may end up doing something I'll regret. You get to work. Your creation will bring you your meals. I expect no less than eighteen hour workdays from you. You have a lot to make up on. Now shoo." He waved Flug off, nodding to the bear who he knew had heard him toward the kitchen. Their workload there had just doubled.

"O-okay… I'm sorry for being gone for so long." Flug hunched into himself feeling like dirt. "I'll finish all the orders tonight."

"No you won't." Fell snorted before he was gone, leaving the other alone in the hallway. He had a lot of work to do. Black Hat, softy that he'd become, would probably love the fact that the household had grown again. In Fell's opinion, that just meant more mouths to feed, more monsters to pay, and more trouble for him in the paperwork now that he was the one running and managing everything. He didn't get to go on missions anymore and they had gotten an influx recently of requests. Letting Dementia go today had caused the company to take a hit, but they would recover as she had brought back the scientist and a few new people he could send out into the field. Unfortunately, with more people, they'd attract more attention, which meant even more requests. He was so swamped.

He and 5.0.5 took out the ingredients for a simple five cheese macaroni with meatloaf on the side and plenty of vegetables to balance it. The bear had been teaching him about the balance of a diet and it had helped him in retaining his energy. He now made sure every meal was balanced, even if he had to force-feed some of the house's occupants.

Going to the lab Flug rubbed his neck lightly, it was sure to bruise, he had more important things to do though. Opening the door Flug groaned.

The lights around the lab flickered, slowly coming back to life after being left for so long unattended. The other tables were slow to wake and everything had a heavy layer of dust coating it. The screens in the wall were the last to come to life, but when they did, they were filled with lines of text. All of them seemed to be completely functional though.

His lab was a mess and sticky notes were everywhere with orders, requests, and ideas. "Hghh! This will take forever…" Clearing off the holotables, Flug started piecing together devices which were half finished before moving on to building the requested devices. He worked on duplicates in masses when he could, working on completing a whole order at once. He would work on developing new devices after he'd dealt with the backorder. Getting absorbed into his work he didn't hear 5.0.5 drop off food and didn't notice it until it had long since gone cold.

Dementia giggled, tugging on Axe's borrowed shirt, it was one of her favorites. "Come on, you cutie, let's eat!" Freezing in the doorway, noticing Fell instead of Flug she bit her lip. "Hey, boss! You didn't dust Flug did ya?"

"Of course not. He is imperative to our operation if we are to continue to make progress. Nightmare could do the work if he were so inclined, but he is not and instead demands to be a field operative if he must work at all. He took your missions for today. Make sure you thank him properly." He was focused on his work, making sure all the noodles in his pasta dish were completely coated in the milky cheese sauce he'd prepared. If they weren't, there would be bland places and he would not stand for that.

Thrown by seeing Fell in such a domestic setting, Axe nearly missed what was being said. "Wait, Nightmare is here too?" He tore his eye from Fell to look at Dementia curiously. He hadn't heard about that. The scent of food in the kitchen had him near drooling though.

His normally present shadow of Crooks wasn't anywhere to be seen at the moment as the large skeleton was enjoying his first-ever warm bath and had refused to come out for a tour.

"Oh yeah he hangs around when he wants to. He comes and goes. Black Hat is his dad." Dementia half explained. "What are ya fixing? Smells good!" Grabbing a fork she stabbed a noodle stealing it out of the pot and popping it into Axe's mouth. "Good?"

Instant chaos ensued as Fell began yelling about her stealing his noodles after he had them lined up.

5.0.5 stood between them trying to keep the peace. "Aroo! Aroos!"

Giggling at the chaos Dementia rubbed Axe's skull. "I have to feed my darling Axe. He's hungry-starving! So it Cooks and Dusty."

"You can feed him after I finish cooking. Now get out." He reached into a cupboard, taking out a plate and shoving it at her. "You can all eat these while you wait. It will be another hour or two until we are done, if we aren't interrupted any further." The plate he shoved at her had thick green saran wrap over it, but underneath was a pile of molasses cookies covered in a thin layer of baked on sugar crystals. He knew cookies would keep her at bay for a little bit at least.

"Yes! Come on let's go!" She grabbed Axe's arm taking him to his and Crooks's room to eat the cookies. "Crooks! When you are done we have cookies. I snagged a few snacks from my room too." Plopping on the bed She patted the bed next to her tearing off the saran wrap.

Axe chuckled. He still hadn't gotten a bath or shower since Crooks had stolen the bath first and if they both went, neither would get very clean considering all the Dust and grit on their bones. They had to go one at a time. His bones still shimmered in the light and the edges of his new, baggy clothes were beginning to glisten as well. He didn't think twice about crawling up onto the covers with his mate though. Not when she invited him and had food.

The sound of water moving in the other room spoke of Crooks finally getting out of the bath and said bath trying to drain. The shower kicked on not long after as the giant tried to wash off the oils that had been in the bath. They had soothed a lot of the aches in his bones, which was another reason he had chosen to stay in the bath. He had never had any way to alleviate the pain and the lack of it was blissful.

Grinning at the sound of Crooks getting out of the bath Dementia started feeding Axe cookies. "Fell's cookies are my favorite."

Careful to not bite her, Axe allowed her to feed him, only taking the cookie out of her fingers when it became too small to be safe. The lure of her flesh was still very strong for his mind. He was used to eating living things, not these inanimate things. "I am going to assume that these are 'cookies'?" He asked between bites, curious about the strange word.

"Yeah, these are cookies, silly! You like them?" She asked, pulling out another cookie. "I want to help you try everything."

"They are interesting, though not much nutrition. Reminds me of that place we stopped at on the way up here. I tend to prefer flesh and meat personally." He explained, but still continued munching, not one to turn away food.

"Oh! Here I got something you might like." She pulled out two bags, one was jerky and the other pig rinds. She passed both over so he could try them.

Trying the pig rinds first, he quickly shook his head as the strange texture popped in his mouth. Grabbing a piece of jerky instead, he instantly became invested in the texture, tearing it apart viciously, moaning at the flavors. "Now dis' is food." He mumbled around the several pieces he had grabbed at once.

Crooks left the bathroom shortly after, a large robe covering his lower half where he had tied it. It wasn't long enough to cover him entirely so he just left his upper body exposed for now, though it exposed his fragile and shattered Soul. He caught the bag of pork rinds when Axe threw it at him, looking at his brother confused before fishing out one and putting it in his mouth. The popping feeling was strange, but the flavor wasn't too bad and it didn't require much chewing, so it wasn't so hard on his malformed, painful teeth. He nodded in appreciation before sitting next to them on the bed. Even after the bath and shower, his bones were still covered in Dust, but he didn't reek of rot and death anymore at least.

"Are you all clean and relaxed now? I'm glad we have big tubs so you could relax and stretch out a bit." Dementia nuzzled Crooks's side lightly before turning to Axe. "Your turn! Into the shower you go." She gave him a light nudge to get him moving.

He had been there when she had explained how it all worked to his brother, so he knew what needed to be done. "Don't steal all the jerky." He ordered her, pushing off of the bed until he dropped to the floor and headed into the bath himself, electing to take a shower first. He had a lot of grime to get off before he soaked, and would likely need another shower after soaking to loosen up some of the more caked on gore that covered his bones. Turning the heat all the way up, he stepped under the scalding spray, barely feeling it and filling the bathroom with steam. He was already accustomed to things getting into this skull, so the rivulets of water that ran down from the hole there didn't bother him too much. He scrubbed everywhere, cleaning himself more thoroughly than he'd had the chance to in his entire life. Back when he'd been on the surface, it hadn't really been something they worried about too much. If anything, they took mud baths to avoid the rays of the sun from bleaching and cracking their bones too much.

Outside the bathroom, Crooks was enjoying the crisps, eyelights curled into little crescents as he enjoyed the soft snack. Too bad the girl couldn't understand his signing, otherwise he'd try to converse with her. As it was, it was nice to just sit on the soft bed near her.

Humming in thought Dementia looked to Crooks tilting her head this way and that before snapping her fingers. "Be right back!" Rushing off she went to Red's room digging through his dresser until she found a large nightshirt and some boxers. "This ought to work for now." Rushing back she handed the clothes to Crooks, sure it would probably be like a crop top and booty shorts, but it should work for now. "These should work until we get you something else."

Looking at the small apparel, he pointed to the bathroom curiously. They seemed more his brother's size than his. He was confused.

Biting her lip she grinned with an idea. Grabbing a clean sheet she held it out. "What about this!? I can tie it up to make more of a dress or shirt on you?"

Setting his snack aside carefully, he accepted the sheet, thumbing the texture. Looking back to her, he pointed at himself, just to make sure, then at the clothes. She meant for him to make clothes out of this material? He could do that. This was a lot more material to work with.

"Yeah, it's for you until we get something more your size. We can go shopping later." Dementia nodded.

Sitting as best he could and dragging the sheet with him, he pulled a splinter off of one of his ribs, and after finding a loose string, pulled it from the sheet's weave and began sewing carefully. If he pleated the material right, then removed parts, he could create a relatively decent covering from it. Wouldn't be the roughest job he'd done for clothing.

"Wow you can sew! Cool!" Dementia gave him an impressed look.

Crooks merely shrugged before gesturing to himself and signing a few things before remembering and pulling a pained face. His lack of vocal communication really sucked. He returned to his sewing with a sigh, grabbing his bag of munchies from above him where he had set it on the stand so he could continue munching while he worked.

"Sorry hun, I'll learn as soon as I can." Dementia frowned seeing how upset Crooks got at not being able to talk to her.

The giant merely shrugged before finishing his circle of sewing. Placing the sheet on the ground and spreading it out carefully before pulling it taunt, he used his claws to cut the circle he'd sewn around out of the fabric. Setting the circle to the side, he folded the sheet over in half and with another thread, sewed part of the sides. Once he was done, he pulled the material over his head. The shirt was exceptionally baggy, but it hid his deformity well and fit his length. He looked up to Dementia for her take on his handiwork after lifting the shirt enough to put the bone splinter back into its place in his ribs.

Clapping Dementia grinned "That is awesome! You did a great job! Much better than I could have. Do you need another sheet for some shorts or are you keeping with the robe?" She asked pulling out another sheet, this time it was fitted.

With a sigh that whistled through his nasal cavity, Crooks waved for her to hand over the material, once again pulling out his needle. By the time his brother got out of the shower, he had taken apart and sewn back together a loose set of capris with a thin elastic waistband for himself. The clothes were plain, but he at least was dressed now, until they could do something called shopping.

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