Wealth, Fame, and Power! W. D. Gaster, The King of The Pirates, had all those and the rest of what the world had to offer! Through many battles and trials, he had reached the pinnacle of the world's virtues and had nothing left but an illness that plagued him.
He brought himself in and was held at a worldwide public execution. Before he was executed, a man from the crowd asked:
"Where did you hide all your treasure?!"
To which the King of Pirates smiled and said:
"You want my treasure? You can have it! I left the most important treasure in the world on an island! Go and find it! 'For the next pirate that finds the UnderPiece, will be claimed the new King of The Pirates!"
Those were his final words before he was executed. He smiled to his death.
With those words, the world was flipped upside down as he created The Golden Pirate Era! People and already existing pirates from around the works started to sail the seas in search of the treasure that W. D. Gaster claimed to be-
The UnderPiece!
It had been Twenty Years since, and people have yet to find the treasure he was talking about. Except for one girl, who is now going to change the world by storm for the sake of her people.
This is the story of Muffet D. Baker and her way to becoming Queen of the Pirates!
"What do you mean, 'teamwork'" Christie said making air quotes.
Petrichor was washing a cup with a nearby rag.
"What I mean is that, with the plan that Hydra has, there's no possible way we can intervene and fight him without starting, or come in the middle of, some form of war."
Christie and Muffet looked at each other and back at Petrichor.
"How do you even know any of this?" Christie asked.
Petrichor gave her a tired and sassy look before blowing into her hand to create a makeshift whistle. A scorpion came out and started clacking its pincers at her.
"Word gets around. Sort to speak." She said gesturing to the scorpion.
Christie and Muffet sighed.
"So what do we have to do?" Christie said.
Petrichor held up one finger.
"First! We need to assemble everyone we can up until getting to Constricta. The more people, the better. We need to come up with a strategy together. Of course, that alone will take us a while, as we all don't know where the rest of both y'alls factions split off to."
Petrichor was very confident in her words, acting as the tactician for the two people who need a tactician.
Muffet pounded her six fists together.
"Why don't we three just take him at the same time? After that, we can have Fuhu sniff them out. His sense of smell is pretty endearing~" Muffet said before getting whacked in the head by Petrichor's tail.
"Because...! With the amount of damage we would output, he would only heal it back. We have no means of beating him, let alone killing him. He's immortal, experienced, and highly motivated in his beliefs. This isn't something we can brute force."
Muffet was just rubbing the giant bump on her head caused by the sudden thrash.
Christie laughed at her rival's pain.
"So, that being said, how far is Constricta from here?" Christie said stirring her drink.
Petrichor tapped her chin.
"If we make it out this land East of here, we'd have to sail to two different islands before getting to Constricta. However, I don't know what the islands are and what they pertain to."
Christie nodded.
Muffet smiled.
"What's the likelihood that he'll send his men after us dearie~?" Muffet said with glee.
Petrichor grinned.
"He definitely will, same for your crew too, he might not know where you are specifically, but he has men stationed on all the nearby islands so that no one can interfere with his plans. So eventually, he'll know."
Christie and Muffet pounded their fist together. Petrichor saw as both their arms compressed into each other.
She laughed.
It was the same type of Fruit. Warriors that rely on elastic force and potential kinetic energy.
Muffet was more creative, Christie was more straightforward.
If it weren't for their roles, she felt as if both of them would be good friends.
"That being said, we have to get to Constricta as fast as possible. So, you ladies fit for travel?" She said gesturing to their wounds.
Muffet and Christie awkwardly looked at each other and sighed. As much as they wanted to go, they couldn't fight to their maximum potential for a while until they got treated.
If Ralsei was nearby, she could tend to their wounds and injuries immediately. However, there were no doctors in sight.
It was just two brawlers and a cook.
Petrichor tapped her chin to think using her scorpion stinger.
"Seems you two are a liability, huh?" She said condescendingly.
The other two heroines were too exhausted and hurt to argue.
"Well, lucky for you two ladies. My little babies have been doing some scouting along these dusty lands. And apparently, one of his operatives works just on the eastern coast of this island. They must have a ship on them. I say, we sneak out, and shanghai their ship with ease."
"And how do you expect us to do that?"
Petrichor smiled.
"Simple...! How good are you two at playing dead?"
Muffet and Christie gave her a little jump of both shock and fear. It was unclear and dangerously vague how she worded it.
"You two are useless in a fight as of now. This island consists of sand villages that dont offer much medicinal support, so I can pretend like I'm handing you two in. From there, since he's occupied with you two, I shanghai the ship. And before the ship gets too far, you two can use your Devil Fruits to go from the shore to the ship and we'll start sailing."
Muffet laughed at that idea. Christie didn't.
"You really are an optimist?" Christie said with her arms crossed.
Petrichor smiled.
"It comes with the package of hanging around this gal." The scorpion lady said jabbing her thumb at Muffet who was scratching debris out of her hair the way dogs scratch off fleas.
Christie just looked at this spider girl who was behaving like a total dunce.
She wondered to herself:
"How did this freak actually do all the feats on the papers? She's so young and stupid, why is she this strong ? Why do people have so much faith and trust in her...Why is she loved more..."
Christie clenched the glass bottle she was drinking so hard she shattered it in her hand.
The breaking of the glass alerted everyone. Christie was snapped back to reality.
The room was quiet.
Petrichor sighed.
"Any objections to the plan?" Petrichor said sweeping away the shards with her tail.
There was still silence. Muffet was just staring at Christie who was visibly shaking; blushed and turned away from her spider rival.
Petrichor used that silence as a vow of agreement.
"Alright. Then it's best we head out as soon as possible. I'll have my family run the shop."
The scorpion woman clapped her hands as swarms of scorpions came crawling out of crevices and started getting behind the counter.
Some scorpions were crawling on top of Muffet, to which she treated them like puppies tackling her and started to play with them.
Christie just backed away in a yelp.
Muffet and Petrichor looked at her, she was still visibly shaking and more flushed tensed.
"What's wrong dearie~? They don't bite~!"
"Unless I tell them to!" Petrichor said.
"Unless she tells them to." Muffet said.
"Unless she tells them to?" Christie said still unnerved.
"I won't tell them to, heh." She said while picking up Muffet by her stretchy make-up scruff and carried her to where Christie was.
"Operation Triple 'S' is a go!" Muffet said.
The other two women gave her a raised brow.
"What? A Spider, A Scorpion, and Spring! Triple 'S'! Huehuehue~" She said as the other two women facepalmed.
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Upon making it back to the surface, the sky had dimmed down to a nice dark morning. They had seemingly stayed there for longer than they anticipated.
It was a mildly cold night, the sky was a broody purple with sprinkled stars in the night sky. The sound of sand scraping the dunes and land ahead was the only thing that was heard for as long as they walked.
The breeze was harsher than normal, spirals of sand started emerging from the ground.
They had been walking for quite some time heading east. They would sprint to the coast, but, they were in no fighting condition. Except for Petrichor, however, she wasn't looking for a fight. So they had to power march their way there.
Along the way, they would exchange banter and small conversation. The small conversation was mostly shared with Christie since Muffet and Petrichor had a lot to talk about with each other.
They didn't want her to feel like she was third-wheeling.
"So, Christie, Muffet wants to become King of the Pirates so she can help her clan. But uh, we don't know why you want to be Queen of the World. Why is that?" Petrichor said creating a makeshift visor with her hand over her eyes to see ahead more clearly.
The wind was slowly getting to her. Since their fight, Muffet's and Christie's clothes were torn up. The difference was, Muffet made a thick silk hoodie and sweatpants. She kept her jewelry that never seemed to break or leave her ever since Frisk gave them to her, her spider cowboy hat, and her trademark black slipons.
However, Christie had no such luxury. She was colder than ever.
She shrugged and looked away from her.
"Why do you guys suddenly care now...?" She said bitterly and quietly.
Muffet and Petrichor give each other a quick glance before walking backward with their hands behind their head.
"Come on dearie~ no need to be a sourpuss. If you're gonna be a part of Team Triple 'S'-"
"STOP CALLING US THAT!" Both Petrichor and Christie yelled.
"...then you need to at least make this experience pleasurable. Tell us, why are you so adamant?"
"I said, I don't feel like I need to tell anyone. Especially you!" Said Christie poking at Muffet's chest.
"Look dearie~ if it's for what I said earlier, I didn't mean it. You're actually just-"
"Just what?! Huh?!" Christie said with a bite more bark in her voice.
"Guys. Now is not the time." Petrichor said as she was beginning to see the outpost that she was talking about.
However, they had to approach in silence, or else it wouldn't work. They had to get into their acting phase.
"Hey, why are you so mad! We aren't even doing anything!" Muffet said poking back at Christie's chest.
"Because! I'm forced to be stranded here with a criminal and an accomplice! But somehow, I'm the one that's the bad guy!"
"Look-! Do we really have to go do this now?!" Muffet said raising her arms shocked.
"Guys! Shut up!" Petrichor said as they were nearing the outpost.
"Yes, we are doing this now! Why the fuck does the universe want me to be with you?! You're a person that doesn't deserve all the good things and good luck that she has to offer. I had to get on my level through hard work!"
"Because dearie~ I'm the one putting the effort to making my dreams come true, while you work for someone! Try living a day in my shoes!"
"I wish I could, that way I could feel like people actually want me!"
"I-" Muffet wanted to yell at her, but couldn't.
Christie had tears in her eyes.
"But now I can't! Cause one of the strongest Warlords wants us dead! I'm close to death myself, and throughout my journey up until this point, not once; did I ever feel like people had my back or gave me the positive reinforcement and hype that you do! Do you know how hard it is to climb to the top in silence, that is not my lifestyle! The only person that gave me that satisfaction is GOD KNOWS WHERE now, and all because I had to get meddled in YOUR perfect life of troubles. If I die, would you care, would anyone?! Me and you are alike spirits and goals, so why, the fuck, does the universe not give you a hard time, but give me all the challenges?! I DONT WANT THESE MECHANICAL LIMBS, I WISH I CAN FEEL HALF MY FACE, I WISH I CAN HAVE A PLATOON OF PEOPLE BY MY SIDE THAT I CAN CALL FAMILY. But look what happened. Now I have to hinge my entire future on the person I hate the most and my worst fear. Yeah! That's right! I'm an arachnophobe, you two creep me the fuck out! You two have special traits and gimmicks that make me wanna hurl because I don't have that! You really wanna know why I wanna be Queen of the World?! You really wanna know?! IT'S SO I CAN FINALLY HAVE A REASON TO BE HAPPY FOR EXISTING, IF I MAKE IT TO THE TOP, I CAN AT LEAST THE KNOW MY LIFE WAS ACTUALLY MEANINGFUL!"
Christie's diamond half started to crack. Her fist clenched so hard her palms were bleeding, her breath aggressive and uneven.
Muffet and Petrichor were frozen. They didn't know what to say. Their eyes were widened and sullen. They hadn't known that someone who seemed to be enthralled with life actually hated it.
And now they hated it.
All three of them just stood there looking at each other. Christie slowly calmed down and her panting slowly turned into quiet sobbing.
They all stood there, in the sands of time.
Christie swallowed her sobs to let out some words.
"Look...I'm sorry about all of that...I just-"
Then, just as she spoke, she stop. A bullet whizzed by Muffet's and Petrichor's head.
Hitting Christie directly through the chest. Her pupils faded out until nothing but white was seen in her vacant eyes.
A quick but loud squirt of blood rushed out of the hole in the middle of her chest. She then violently fell onto the floor, face-first into the sand.
Muffet and Petrichor aggressively turn around to see where that came from. And there they saw, the man that was guarding the outpost, with smoke coming out of his hands.
"Shit! Muffet he found us before we found him, the plan won't work anymore! Quick, get behind a dune while I try to handle this-"
"Petri." Muffet said so cold that it immediately diverted her attention towards her back.
Muffet's eyes weren't visible anymore. All that was seen was the top of her hat. Whenever she spoke like this, Petrichor knew more than anyone, that this was a sign of Muffet dropping her friendly act.
Bloodlust filled the sands.
The man that shot slowly began making his way.
Way in the distance, Petrichor could hear the man talking on a Transponder Snail back to what she could assume to be Hydra. But she didn't care.
The winds were now howling, the area becoming barely visible with all the sand swaying back and forth through the land.
"This guy...is mine." Muffet said as she slowly turned around and walked towards Christie's lifeless body.
She flipped her over to see the damage, and the hole was still in the middle of her chest. What she noticed was that she died with her fist clenched, and crying.
"No one needed to die today."
Petrichor felt the energy radiating off Muffet. She knew this feeling all too well
"Listen, sis! I know how you're feeling, but come on, she was just going to get in the way. Plus you're injured! You should take cover while-"
Muffet knelt next to her.
"No one deserves to die like this...unhappy, scared, and not having been able to fulfill their dreams..."
The air thickened, Petrichor found it harder to breathe while in her bloodlust.
The man walked on closer, seemingly cackling. Petrichor heard this clearer.
She knew Muffet was gravely injured from her fight with Hydra the first time. In case this guy was really strong, she couldn't risk Muffet letting emotions get in the way now.
"Muffet! Just go-"
"Not even her..."
Muffet felt Christie's small but fatal wound and caressed it gently. Her eyes filled with solemn grief.
She then stuck out her sharp pointy thumb...
And then impaled herself in the middle of the chest. Petrichor was beyond bewildered by her actions.
"Muffet?! What the fuck! What are you doing!"
Muffet then stuck out her thumb, her blood was in thick amounts and dripped down her thumb. It was glowing, so were her eyes.
Muffet, for once was filled with Perseverence.
She knew she wasn't smart enough to realize this on her own without the aid of Hera and Ralsei. However, she wasn't entirely positive it was even going to work. But, she had to try.
She then jabbed her thumb into Christie's wound with the Perseverance-infused blood.
For once, Muffet was filled with Perseverance, but for herself...
For once, she felt the need, to want someone else to Persevere just as she does. She wanted to see someone's life play out and see the best in them.
She wanted Christie to Persevere, one last time.
She stuck her thumb out and waited.
Petrichor was pacing back, seeing the man trying to move forward more but the aggressive sands made him blind to the terrain in front of him.
Muffet waited...
Christie just wouldn't get up.
The spider girl sighed. She then stood up and took off her hat.
"I know you probably wouldn't have wanted anyone to see your face right now...I hope this helps in the meantime." Muffet said as she placed the hat on Christie's lifeless face.
Petrichor saw all this and was shocked at how weird Muffet was behaving. This was a side of her she never actually saw.
The bloodlust was still as intense.
Just then, she heard the sound of a gun cock behind her head.
"I don't know who you are, the boss didn't warn us of a scorpion person...but if you're with these two, then it's best if I make sure you don't get any ideas." The man said with seriousness and grime.
A cold chill went down her spine as she heard that.
Muffet was still looking at Christie's body, not knowing what was happening.
"Make a noise and I'll shoot."
Petrichor was sweating bullets, she didn't know what to do. No matter what, she would end up getting shot. It was just a matter of would she let this man get what he wants.
...She knew the answer.
"MUFFET-!" She said as the gun was fired.
...
Petrichor had her eyes closed but slowly opened them. She was...fine.
She turned around to see that, somehow, between the man firing and her closing her eyes...
Muffet had intercepted the bullet and caught it with one hand.
As if she teleported.
The man was scared.
"H-how?! I fired that at point-blank! And you were standing over there!" He said while backing up.
Petrichor got into a fighting stance.
"Petrichor. As your first captain's order...I order you to haul Christie to the ship."
Petrichor was confused, she assumed she would want help, she was already injured. Although, the speed feat required for her to intercept that bullet made her question how capable she was at the moment.
"But, how strong are you right now to be fighting-?" She said before Muffet gave her a side glance.
"Wanna fuck around and find out dearie~?!"
It was true, Petrichor did not want to fuck around and find out.
As her first captain's order, she picked up Christie, and ran by the man on the way to the ship.
The man turned to her to try and shoot her as she ran by, but Muffet grabbed his gun.
He turned to Muffet to go pistol-whip her, but before he could, she gut-punched him with enough force to create a shockwave that made him skip across the sand aggressively like a rock across a lake. Each thud he made created a rupture of sand.
The man quickly got up, hurt, but was still able.
All she did was walk down slowly.
Petrichor saw all this happen and just continued running. She knew her friend was going to do a lot to that man she frankly didn't need to see.
The man got up with his midsection coated in Armament haki.
She scoffed.
"A Haki User huh? How many of your peers are equipped with Haki?" Muffet said cracking her knuckles.
The man smirked.
"I can see you have none yourself! It's only me, and The Pantheons that have Haki! If you can't get past me, then you'll have no hope against them. Especially since you haven't a lick of it yourself." He got into a stance.
Muffet gave him the most unsatisfied frown of disgust.
"Do you ever feel shame? Do you ever feel guilty or sad for the lives you take? Do you even sleep at night knowing you're ruining the futures of those who had wished they could see a better one?"
The man only smiled.
"Hydra's plan is all the world needs. If I have to kill just to get there, so be it."
Muffet just spat on the ground.
"I'm not even going to ask your name. I'm not even going to ask if you have a Devil Fruit or not. I'm not going to ask anything of you. You don't deserved to be remembered. What happens next...is a bloodbath."
Muffet dashed at him, to which he fired two pistol shots. They bounced off her and back at him, to which he dodged.
She got to him fairly quickly. Bloodlust filling the air.
The spider girl went for an uppercut to his stomach. He coated it in Armament.
"Your punches mean nothing if I have this on! Behold, the technique of the higher class-" He said as her uppercut winded him so hard blood spewed from his mouth and onto her face and chest.
He clenched his stomach in pain and stood hunched over. He started slowly backing up.
"W-what?! How?! You don't even know Haki!"
Muffet didn't humor him with conversation anymore. She just walked towards him.
He took out a hunter's knife from his back pocket and wielded it.
She stopped to look at it and scoffed.
He gripped the knife by the handle and went for a horizontal slash at her neck. She grabbed his forearm with all three of her left arms and pulled him towards her.
She then kneed him in the stomach, winding him again. He dropped the knife to go hug his stomach in pain.
He was hyperventilating. He was applying Armament Haki on each blow. However, it felt as if it wasn't even there.
She slowly walked up to the knife and picked it up. She examined it and clenched it. Pacing towards him she frowned harder as if she was offended that he would use such a cheap weapon.
"I don't even feel the need to kill you. You're pathetic...so do what the other people do when they realize how pathetic they are..."
She shoved the knife, the flat side, to his chest, as if gesturing him to pick back up the knife.
"And kill yourself."
On the ship, even Petrichor felt that.
When she said that, the man quickly clenched the knife and didn't know what to do.
He was scared beyond straight by this woman. Her aura was that of a demon. All he did was take three hits from not even her at her strongest and he felt like he was already dying.
If he wasn't going to do himself in, she would immediately afterward.
He respectfully repositioned the knife at his heart and started to drive it towards his chest.
However, before he could do it, Muffet stopped his hand.
"But alas, Christie didn't have to be presented that option, didn't she. I made you feel the exact same way she did...but the difference is that throughout all she has been through, all she did was take it and move on, respectfully. I can't even imagine how many times she has had the same thoughts you're having right now, but she was strong enough to make it as far as she was and was even going to be far more impressive if given the chance... but you ruined that...You didn't give her that chance to decide her fate. So now, I think it's fair for me to do the same. You both hated me anyway, so it's just as fitting."
She flicked the knife out of his hands.
He tried to run away as he turned on his Transponder Snail.
"HYDRA! THE SPIDER GIRL'S INSANE! SEND REINFORCEMENTS! SEND-"
"Since you want to see your master so bad, I'll show you the way...you can meet him there."
She stretched back her six arms into open palms.
"Gum Gum Spider Rocket!" She said as she aggressively stretched forward her arms towards the man, hitting his back.
Upon impact, his spine and ribcage exited his body through his chest and flew off into the distance.
Muffet watched as the rest of him got buried with the sand.
She scoffed and walked forward.
Her bloodlust calmed down.
"Wasn't even a warm-up..." She said before falling unconscious.
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"Welp. I guess...mission success Team Triple 'S'?" Petrichor said looking at an unconscious Muffet and lifeless Christie on their respective beds.
She found a room that seemed to be the people's quarters and housed them there. They needed rest...both of them.
She then went up top to go steer the ship Eastward.
Their goal now...find an island with a doctor.