Pacifist

It sounds like it came from over here…

Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you? Are you okay?

Here, get up!

…

Chara, huh? That's a nice name.

My name is

You woke up in a start and a cold sweat, but you weren't sure why. You think you might have just had a dream… or was it a nightmare? You weren't quite sure.

You let out an encore gasp of shock as you remembered what just happened. You were running away from a rude suit of armor before it cut you off at the end of a pier, plummeting to your… life? You seem to be fine, despite having landed in a bed of flowers. Perfectly intact flowers at that, but there's definitely no symbolism or themes of endurance there. It reminds you of the first time you fell into the Underground, but you realized there was more surrounding you than just a square of flowers.

You appeared to be in a garbage dump, and not just any garbage dump too - a waterlogged one. You knew that you were definitely still in Waterfall, as water poured down from the walls of the pit you had landed in and created a large, disgusting pool. The heaviest of the garbage sunk to the bottom and made large, damp piles, while the lightest floated and eventually drifted off downstream into another part of the pit. The smell of rotting food was so strong that you were shocked that you didn't wake up earlier-

Wait… rotting food? But monster food didn't rot.

Confused, you walked over to one of the garbage piles and examined it more closely. Sure enough, there was real, rotting foot there, along with things like paper towels, tv sets, and books that you recognized from the surface world. There was some monster trash here, to be sure, but… most of it seemed to come from humans.

You wondered briefly how this all could have gotten here, but you were quickly overwhelmed by the odor of the trash once again. You could ponder the secrets of the universe from somewhere with a fresher, more pleasant scent.

Wading through the unpleasant water, you tried your best to find a way to get yourself out of the dumps, both figuratively and literally. Along the way, you find some old furniture, what seems like a perfectly good refrigerator, poor abandoned fanfictions whose completion will never see the light of day, and empty anime DVD boxes with odd clawmarks covering them.

One thing that stood out among all the garbage, literally, was a white training dummy. It looked just like the one that Toriel had you talk to when you first met her, and was almost a perfect recreation of a human woman beside its porcelain-white skin. Not only was it still in perfect condition, it wasn't piled onto anything or even near any other pieces of trash. It just stood there, in the water, staring at you like you had just spit in its salad or something. You briefly considered knocking it over so it would stop being so creepy, but you ultimately decided against it. What if it was some kind of work of art that someone was working on? You would hate to ruin someone's masterpiece so carelessly, even if it was trash in every meaning of the word.

So, you keep moving your way through the dump, hoping to find some kind of exit and unfind a certain knight who had been chasing you. You were about to leave this section of the dump when you suddenly felt as if something was… off. Almost as if you had signed a user agreement without reading it and accidentally forfeited your firstborn.

You assured yourself that this feeling was just food gas messing with your head but, when you turned around the scenery seemed to have a dummy-shaped hole in it.

"Too intimidated to fight me, eh? As if that would spare you now."

You turned around just in time to see the Dummy rise up out of the water and give you a menacing glare.

"I… am a ghost that lives inside a dummy!" the strange woman in front of you explained. "And I am here… to get my revenge!"

Immeasurably confused, you asked her what in the world she wanted vengeance for. You were relatively certain you weren't the one responsible for polluting this area of the cave, and if she was angry about the flowers you almost crushed, that wasn't exactly your fault.

"Ha! You can try to hide your shame all you want, but I know exactly what you did!" the very-shouty dummy proclaimed, long, blonde hair writhing as she floated even higher above the water. "My cousin used to live in a dummy too, you see. That was… until they met you!"

Wait, that training dummy you met all the way back at the start was… a person?

"When they talked to you, they thought they were in for a nice chat. But the things you said…!" The dummy clenched its hands so hard you could hear the cloth covering them start to strain. "Horrible. Terrible. Despicable! It spooked them right from their body, and they haven't been able to possess anything since!"

You shrugged and apologized for being so forward with it. You really should have asked the dummy's name before going as personal as asking about their day.

"Pfft, as if that was all you really talked about!" The dummy didn't seem to take your explanation, or your apology, seriously at all, and just kept rising higher off the ground. "Human, for what you did to my cousin, I'll scare your soul right out of your body!"

You blinked a few times before pointing to your soul, floating and pumping beside you.

"Oh... guess I'm too late on that front." The dummy rubbed the back of her head, clearly embarrassed. "I guess I'll just have to kill you then! Doll army, attack!"

The trash around you suddenly began to shift, and all around you little dolls emerged from the garbage and began pulling out their own fluff. Before you could even react, the cotton balls had been hurled at you, slamming into your clothes and pinning you against the wall with their magical static cling.

"Mwahaha! That's what you get for messing with my family!" the mad dummy gloated before addressing her followers. "Okay, girls, you've all earned the rest of the day off. Go get a coffee, or something. But if you put that spider cafe on your expense account, I'll know about it!"

Feeling proud and self-satisfied, the dolls are shuffled off out of the dump, leaving you alone with only the dummy that wanted you dead.

"Now, justice will finally be mine~" To your shock, the mad dummy took out a knife and began to slide it along your clothes to try and cut them off without piercing your skin. Soon, your dick is exposed to the open air of the dump, without so much as a used condom there to protect it.

Struggling against your cotton bonds, you asked her if this was really a proportional punishment. Like, even if you really had said shocking things to the dummy's cousin (which you hadn't) then wouldn't the appropriate response be saying mean things about you? Or maybe some sort of cleaning apparatus being placed inside of your vocal cavity?

"No… what you did was absolutely unforgivable! If you truly want to make up for what you've done, you're going to have to pay… with your life! That and I kinda want your soul to myself." she said with a small shrug. "So prepare yourself, because this is where your reign of terror finally comes to an end!"

And with that, the mad dummy lifts your dick towards her mouth and forces it inside. Surprisingly, despite being made of cotton and cloth, the dummy's mouth didn't feel too dissimilar to a normal one. Sure, her tongue is smoother than normal, and her teeth don't feel all that hard, but that just let her blow you even faster! You would be very impressed right now if it wasn't for the fact you were being raped.

"Mmm, I can see that you're enjoying this~" The Mad dummy popped your dick out of her mouth for a moment, sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body, and paralysis through your soul. "I'd rather you not like your punishment so much, but this is the only way to steal human souls, I'm afraid. It'd be better if there was a faster way to kill a human, but oh well."

Your eyes shifted nervously to the dummy's discarded knife before looking back and trying to pretend that your eyes didn't wander.

"Now, I bet you're wondering what I plan on doing with your soul," the dummy said as menacingly as she could between licks. "Or, at least I hope so since that's what I put a bet on that myself earlier."

Without much better to do but stand there and have your dick sucked, you inquired as to what she was so determined to do with all that power.

"Well, since you're so curious… it is so I can finally, after all these years… become… a real… dummy!" She punctuated her word with an extra strong shove of your dick down her throat. Since she clearly didn't need to breathe, she was able to do so in one swift motion, before repeating it again and again, fucking her face on your dick with ease. You know the description gets thrown around quite a lot, but it was fairly appropriate to describe her throat as feeling like velvet here. Slick velvet too, meaning that you slid in even faster and smoother than you normally would. It took all of your effort not to cum immediately under this assault, but some part of you deep down knew that you could somehow make it out of this without another reset.

Desperate to relieve the intense pressure on your dick, you asked the dummy why she wanted to be a 'real' dummy. She seemed real enough already, after all.

"No, actually, I'm not" she replied, spit flying as she removed your cock from her mouth. "Real dummies don't just sit here, alone, doing nothing all day! Real dummies are on the surface doing nothing all day, and looking great while they do it!"

She slowly stroked you with one of her hands as her fantasies of the future all ran through her head like new cars on a test course being driven by professional stunt drivers.

"With your soul, I'll be able to go up to the human world, and there I can join all the real dummies! I could show off clothing at a store, or maybe they can have me test safety features." You could see sparkles in her eyes that almost hid the manic personality that you feared underneath it. "Maybe I could even get lucky and get cast as an extra in a horror movie. What do you think? Do I have the chops to be terrifying?"

You assured her that, yes, she was absolutely nerve-wracking to even look at. You would have pissed your pants by now if you weren't rock hard… and if you still had trousers to moisten.

"I… guess I'll take that as compliment." The dummy soon returned to shoving your cock right down her throat, squeezing you again and again like some kind of sex toy. No… she wasn't the sex toy here. If anything, you were, with how she was constantly playing with your hard dick, beating on it with her tongue like a bruised banana.

Your hips would have bucked if it wasn't for the extreme static cling keeping you stuck to the wall, leaving you unable to do anything but stick into her like some kind of reverse pin in a cork board. You wiggle your hands around… wait. You could grab some of the cotton off the sides! Maybe, you could try gathering it up and… throwing it at her?

You manage to gather up enough of it to create a replica snowball, and got ready to throw it. Without the ability to really bend your arms, though, all you were really able to accomplish was lightly flick the ball of cotton out of you hand like you were showing an incredibly persistent dust bunny that you didn't want it around the house anymore unless it got a job. With the Dummy kneeling down in front of you with your cock shoved deep down her throat, though, you were still able to land it softly right on top of her head.

"Aaaah!" The Dummy gasped and jumped backwards as if a brick made of pushing had just hit her in the face. Your dick, now freed from the warm prison of her mouth, flopped around as she tried her best to regain her bearings. "Hey, watch what you're doing! Those are magic cotton balls, and magic is the only thing that can harm me! You got that through your thick skull?"

After a second of silence, the dummy seemed to realize that she revealed her weakness in her blustering and said "Uh, you can just forget what I just said about magic cotton, okay?"

There was quite a lot you wished you could forget from your time down here in The Underground, but that little fact you made sure to store in your knowledge bank, right next to your brain pennies and hippocampus security bonds.

With less cotton around your wrists, you were able to finally get your arms away from the wall, and with your arms free you were able to easily pry the rest of your body from the wall as well. Picking up the spare cotton, you tossed it all at the Mad Dummy, not intending to kill, but trying to distract her long enough to escape. That just seemed to make her madder, though, and as she cried out in pain, she cut through the cotton with her knife

"No no no no! This won't do! This won't do at all!" The Mad Dummy thrashed and flew around in the air, her rage evolving from simple rage to a level 2 fury! "That's it! Dummy army, return!"

She paused for a few moments before remembering that she dismissed them off for a break. "Oh yeah… union rules state that breaks have to be at least thirty minutes long, so I can't call them back even if I want to… but you know who doesn't have labor law protection?"

The trash around you shuffled a little before even more dolls appeared out of them - only this time their skin was made of aluminum foil instead of felt, and they were stuffed with steel wool instead of the regular old wooly wool.

"Robots!" The mad dummy laughed her cottony rear off as the metallic figure began to fire missiles at you, each one of them tipped with paralyzing steel wool. But this time, you were prepared, and dodged out of the way just before the missiles collided with you. You thought for a few moments that you might have been home free when the missiles turned around in mid-air and headed back for you once again.

Refusing to give up just yet, you dodged and weaved in every way imaginable, avoiding the missiles like you were doing some kind of crazy dance. The raging dummy merely laughed as you kept dancing around in front of it, reveling in your fear - right up until several of the missiles collided with her, setting off explosions of supreme cleanliness from the carcasses of metal sheep.

"Gaaah! Don't aim at me, you imbeciles! Aim at them! The human!" The robots obediently responded to the shouts by adding the mad dummy to their (un)friendly fire lists, but even that couldn't stop you from pulling the exact same trick again. And again. And again.

Around the fifth time the missiles collided with the dummy, her rage evolved even more all the way to a level 3 downright disappointed. "Alright, that does it!" she announced. "You're all fired, right now, and I'm having your pensions revoked! How do you like that, you useless robots!?"

"Ma'am, we don't retire," one of the robots answered.

"You sure as hell aren't now! Now get out of here!" The robots all gave each other a collective shrug before conveniently throwing themselves away into the garbage. "That's the last time I ever take my cousin up on an electronics recommendation… okay, so the minion thing didn't work out, but I can still defeat you! I don't need friends… I have a knife!"

The dummy took her knife back out and hurled it directly towards your heart, only for it to wiz right past and embed itself in a box of abandoned yellow letters on the far side of the room.

"I'm… out of knives." You could see the dummy sweat a little glue. "Well, that doesn't matter! You're not getting past me, and without any more magic you can't even hurt me! You're going to need to sleep or rest eventually, and when you do, I'll finally get everything I want!"

Raising an eyebrow, you asked about the dummy's cousin.

"Who?" she asked. "Oh, right. I guess I'll get revenge for them too. But either way… you are going to get raped… and there is nothing you can do about it! Bwaha! Bwaha! Bwahahahahaaaaa!?"

The downright disappointed dummy's manic laughter was cut off as large droplets of water started to fall down from above onto her, hitting her just as hard as the cotton balls had earlier.

"What the heck is this? Acid rain?" She shook like a wet dog and sent droplets flying everywhere. Thankfully, you were already keeping a safe distance from the dummy so you didn't get any on you, but the smell of them seemed almost familiar somehow. "Ah, screw it! I'll just go somewhere I'll be appreciated!"

With one last huff, the annoyed dummy stormed off deeper into the cave, leaving you alone in the trash and water… or at least, that's what you thought.

"Oh no…" A familiar white specter slowly floated down from the cave ceiling and into view. "I interrupted you, didn't I? As soon as I came over, your friend immediately left."

You nodded and said that, yeah, they did kinda interrupt things, but you weren't that upset. You weren't having that much fun anyways.

"Well… I'm sorry, but, I'm sorry anyways…" Napstablook wiped away some of their eternal tears away on their sleeve. "Well, I'm gonna go head home now. Oh, um… feel free to come with me if you want."

Napstablook turned away sheepishly.

"I understand if you're busy though. No pressure, I just thought I'd offer."

The ghost didn't even bother to hear your response, instead just assuming you'd say no and just floating off through the tunnel that led out of the dump. After making sure you had cleaned your soul of any remaining lint balls and tossed them into a pit that was just as bottomless as you were, you followed Napstablook through the tunnels to a pair of small houses; one blue and one pink. Getting closer to the houses, you noticed that the blue one had a small plaque of a set of headphones hanging on the front door, while the pink house had a plaque of a microphone hanging from it.

You had a pretty strong hunch as to which house was Napstablook's.

Walking into the blue house, you found yourself in a small, wooden room with barely any furnishings. There was a desk, a few CD players, a dresser, a fridge, a TV, and a desk with a computer on it. At the desk, Napstablook floated with their headphones on as they put together some kind of playlist. You let out a short cough, though it wasn't to get the ghost's attention - it was because the place was so dusty.

"Oh, you really came." Napstablook practically hid behind their white hair as they observed the dismal state of their home. "Sorry… I really wasn't expecting that. I know it isn't much, but you can make yourself at home".

You asked them if home came with a free pair of pants.

"Oh… sure, you can have one of my old pairs." Napstablook gestured vaguely towards their dresser. "My cousin got me a bunch of pairs for my manifestation day, but I never really saw the appeal. Why would anyone want to emphasize their legs so much…"

Thanking them, you walked over to the dresser and looked through it. You eventually found a white pair to your liking and slipped them on - they were a little tight on you, but you weren't willing to go around in the nude just yet, even if it felt like the universe wanted you to.

"So, uh… do you want to listen to some tunes?" Napstablook offered, to which you nodded. "Okay, here you go."

Napstablook placed their headphones over your head and you were met by the sound of silence.

Wait, nevermind… that's not quite silence you're hearing. It's actually some of Napstablook's music, but set to a very small volume. If the volume was any smaller, it might condense into a singularity from which no music could escape.

Confused, you asked Napstablook why that was.

"Oh, sorry…" was their immediate response. "I usually like to keep it low so I don't disturb the neighbors… but I guess I don't have any neighbors anymore, so there shouldn't be any harm in turning it up a little…"

The music volume increased a few decibels to where you could hear it. It was similar to what you heard on Napstablook earlier CD, but this time the bass was a bit deeper.

"I'm hoping that the Moldsmals will like this one. They probably won't, but I can hope." You nodded along with the beat to try and encourage them. "For some reason, they really seem to like 'vibrations'. I'm not really sure what those are, to be honest, but they seem related to the deeper sounds of my music. Do those noises make the vibrations grow in gardens somewhere? Or do they signal the vibration delivery person to stop by?"

You weren't quite sure how Napstablook could even hear if they didn't know what vibrations were, but you didn't want to ask. Instead you just assured them that the music was going to be a big hit.

"If you say so…" Napstablook trailed off. "Hey… thanks again for, you know… helping me get that job. It's very nice, though the clientele can be so weird sometimes."

Curious, you asked her what they meant by that.

"Well, for some reason they keep leaving little slips of paper with random numbers that start with '555' in parentheses on them around my DJ table. I think they might be answers to math problems or something, which isn't that useful of a tip… but maybe it's the thought that counts."

You almost wanted to posit your theory of what those numbers actually added up to (Roughly put, 10, followed by the set difference of the division of 3. Or "10\/3"), but you were afraid that a revelation like that might make you witness to the very first spectral spontaneous combustion - and you weren't planning on burning down the neighborhood anytime soon.

"Then the old DJ, a roach came in one time. They mentioned something about working on some big project with a dog, and then they just got really quiet and sad." Napstablook continued. "We had a good cry together, at least."

Curious, you asked Napstablook if they liked crying.

"Well, it gets old after a while and my sweater is almost always wet…" Napstablook took a moment to wipe some of the tears from their face with a handkerchief that looked so used you wouldn't be surprised if it was crying too. "But it can be therapeutic sometimes. I remember when a girl named Bailey came by, she said her dancing career was over. When I asked if she'd broken or twisted anything, she just said she'd lost her tutu and slippers. We had a good cry about that for around 20 minutes, and then she left with a smile on her face. Even if she can't dance anymore, I'd like to imagine she's dancing her way through whatever her pursuits in life may be. In a good way."

There was an awkward silence in the air as neither you nor Napstablook could think of what to talk about next.

"Uh… do you want any food?"

You nodded, knowing it would be impolite to refuse. Besides, even if it did cause a massive boner, you could just save whatever Napstablook gave you for later.

"Okay… follow me, I guess… if you want." The ghost flew over towards its refrigerator and opened it, pulling out the ghost of a jelly sandwich. You weren't quite sure how someone acquires the ghost of a sandwich - especially in a world where food didn't even rot - but you decided not to question that right now. "Here, try this. You might like it… I hope."

Napstablook moved to give you the sandwich and you extended your hands to receive it. For all intents and purposes, it looked like this sandwich was in for a landing so clear that it might as well have been made of glass.

But then Napstablook let go, and while the sandwich did land in your hands, it also landed through your hands, then through your feet, then through the floor, and then through the ground, presumably only stopping when it reached the barrier somewhere below.

"Oh…" Both you and Napstablook stared at the floor for about a minute. "Maybe… we should do something else."

Deciding not to ask how the sandwich hadn't fallen through the refrigerator in the first place, you asked what Napstablook did for fun.

"Well… other than music, there's this show I like to watch… sometimes. But I sometimes watch live streams… though my favorite one's dead at the moment." Napstablook replied. "And when that's happening, or the internet is just down, I just do what my family traditionally does to pass the time; lie on the ground and feel like garbage. Would… you like to try that?"

Shrugging, you said that you didn't see why not.

"Alright, just do what I do…" Napstablook adjusted their floating so that they were hovering less than a centimeter off the ground. "... and feel like garbage."

You followed the instructions closely and lay down on the ground. It was… peaceful at the very least, with no noise in the room besides the low hum of the refrigerator. You felt almost like… you were really resting for the first time in a long time. You were losing your sense of self, instead becoming just a small part of a larger whole. You were one with the entire planet, no, the entire universe! Nothing could ever possibly break you from this life changing-

Your incredibly pretentious thoughts about life and the universe were interrupted as you felt something brush against your hand. At first you thought it might have been that dust bunny from before, or perhaps maybe a lint hare being blown by the breeze, but what startedout as a simple brush soon became full-on contact. There was no mistaking what was happening now.

Napstablook was holding your hand.

...

You closed your eyes and decided that the meaning of the universe could wait. Right now, this was all you needed.

"Thanks for coming over." Napstablook politely held the door open for you as you walked outside. "You probably didn't like it here, but… I did, at least."

You were going to tell Napstablook that you actually had a great time with them, but they disappeared before they disappeared. They didn't bother to close the door either, presumably assuming that their home wasn't nice enough for someone to rob.

After passing by an unusually numerous amount of snails, including one that was trying to sell you encyclopedias for some reason, you managed to find your way back to the main path. There, you found a sign directing you east to some place called 'Hotland' and another directing you to a nearby store. Part of you wanted to go straight to Hotland to try and dry yourself off, but you also didn't want to shrink your beautiful sweater, so you stopped inside the shop for a moment instead...

That is, before you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around in a panic, noticing it was a strange girl - relatively speaking, of course - behind you. She possessed a collar not unlike that of a clamshell, and hair not unlike that of a leaf "Ah, why hello there. I just came from the city," the odd girl explained. You opt to ask her which one, but she continues unprompted. "Synchronicity…? My, you look to be around my neighbor's daughter's age."

Wait, was she trying to set you up with someone? You try to explain that you're not looking for a relationship like that, but that doesn't stop her from furthering her one-sided conversation. "Her name is 'Suzy'. I believe you two should be friends. You have… a neighbor's blessing!" she said with a wink. You thank her for the offer, but as you turn back to continue on your way, you find her in front of you once more.

"Not knowing where I'm from isn't an issue. Fate finds a way. In life's grand scheme, she might be why you came here in the first place." As you ponder this strange query, you ask her what she meant by that, only to find that the strange clam girl was gone… odd. With that pointless interlude out of the way, you stepped inside of the shop for real this time.

Walking inside, you see quite a large arrangement of knick knacks and books for sale. None of it had any dust on it, but you could still tell that the stuff there was old. There were some cloudy glasses there that looked like they might break if you so much as breathed on them and a globe so old that 98% of it was just dragons.

"Why, hello there, little one!" a woman's voice suddenly bellowed. "Not often that I get to see a new face around these parts!"

You looked in the direction of the voice and saw an older woman with long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail that was beginning to grey. She was wearing what could be best described as an 'adventurer's' outfit, with tight khaki shorts, a khaki coat, and a matching khaki helmet. While she was undoubtedly the oldest woman you had seen so far in the underground, she still didn't look that old. If she was human, you would have guessed that she was in her mid-fifties, her fit and bouncy body only barely starting to sag. She clearly wasn't human, though, as the large turtle shell attached to her back demonstrated.

"At least I don't think you're from around here… my eyesight isn't quite what it's used to be." She walked forward, weight supported by a wooden cane. She stopped for a moment when she noticed your floating soul. "Lovely balloon you've got there… reminds me of my youth…"

Sweating a little, you quickly asked her more about her younger days. She did sound pretty nostalgic for them, after all.

"Well… I doubt a twenteenager like you would know, but I was quite the hotshot back in the day… they called me 'Ms. Gerson, The Hammer of Justice'! Eh? Who's 'they', you ask? Why, everyone I knew except my parents! Monsters great and small, and even some humans looked up to me."

After cleaning out your ears of any accumulated wax and delinquent renters, you asked Gerson if she really just said that she knew humans.

"Why yes, I did." She spoke with a half-smile. "It was such a long time ago… I can't even remember if they had three tails or only two… but I did have human friends before the war that trapped us all down here. There aren't any others left from back then, besides me and our queen. So many years that I've bothered to stop counting! Sure, it makes birthdays a little awkward, but it's not like they'd fit that many candles on the cake anyways."

You weren't sure if you were just pretending to be naive or if you were genuinely curious, you asked if humans and monsters really did get along together once upon a time.

"Oh sure! Things were mighty cordial between monsters and humans way back when. So many friendly faces, so many happy folks chumming along… we actually kinda had a symbiotic relationship with one another. The humans would help us grow our food with their excess soul energy, and monsters would do things like reach really high shelves for them," she explained, reminding you once again just how short you were compared to most monsters. "But then… some monster managed to figure out that they could take over human souls… I can't quite recall exactly what happened, but after that day, 'monster' became synonymous with 'bad' in the humans' language. We all got forced down here… and I never saw any of my old adventuring buddies again."

You noticed out loud that she sounded like she really missed the surface.

"Well, a little bit, but as long as my friends are here, it'll always be a New Home to me." She did her best to keep a stiff upper lip as she talked, but you could see a few errant jiggles even as she spoke.

You told Gerson that your eyesight was perfectly fine, and that she wasn't fooling anyone.

"Fair enough, youngin… to tell you the truth, it's not so much the surface that I miss than it is all the things I could do up there." Her eyes drifted wistfully towards the ceiling of the cave. "I've already explored every nook and cranny of these caves, found every treasure, fought every wrongdoer… there's nothing left to do here in The Underground. All that's left to do is sit here and sell what little treasures I have left."

There wasn't any more treasure in The Underground? But you knew that wasn't true. You passed by a treasure earlier that day.

"Oh… you're talking about the legendary orb of Zoqrom Osraix. I tried to get that one… in fact, I spent years trying to solve the mystery to get past its door… but alas, my tone-hearing aid has broken, so I've been tone-deaf for years. Every time I tried to play the song, I just couldn't repeat it…"

You said that it wasn't all that hard, but you supposed that your ears worked fine so you had a bit of an advantage on her.

"Yeah, I suppose so… wait…" Her eyes snapped to yours. "Are you saying that you managed to get past the door?"

You admitted that yes, you did, but you didn't get to enjoy the treasure for very long - a strange white dog came by and stole it from you.

"Ah, yes… the Canis Molestus… that… thing has stolen more than a few treasures throughout the years." She scratched her chin a little. "Basically, if it looks like a bone, a ball, or any kind of dog toy, it's going to steal it. And once it has something, there's no getting it back. I've explored every nook and cranny of this cave and never once did I find that beast's lair…"

Breaking that silent swear you made earlier (which no one can prove you broke since it was silent), you asked if she meant under Papyrus's sink.

"Wait, what?" She stared down at you with a look of pure shock… well, actually, she was staring slightly to your left, but still, the shock was apparent. "You mean you actually found where the dog lives!?"

You responded that, yeah, you had, and it wasn't even that hard either. You ran into it on complete accident, though that was long before you lost the orb of Xerox, or whatever.

"Well, okay, I'll admit, I never did explore the nooks or the crannies of the skeletons' house that much… not that they wouldn't let me, but Papyrus can be a bit overwhelming at the best of times." Gerson walked over to a nearby box and pulled out large, metal hammer and a rope tied to a grappling hook. "You know what this means though, don't you?"

That Papyrus really should clean her house better if she wants to keep out pests?

"Well, yes, but also it means that I'm getting the chance to go on one more adventure!" She walked back over to you and, after a few attempts, placed a hand on your shoulder. "I'm going to need some help, though. What do you say? Will you help this old daredevil complete one more quest?"

Part of you wanted to say 'no' since you had a home you were trying to get back to, and you had already been scared away from the annoying dog's home once already. But the look in her eyes convinced you to join her. They were stalwart, resolute…

Determined.

How could you say 'no' to someone like that?

"Alright then! Lead the way, my young ward!" she said, pointing her finger triumphantly in the air. "To treasure!"

"You want to see under my sink again?" Papyrus scratched her skull curiously and played with her hair as you and Gerson stood in the snow outside the skeleton woman's house. "Wow! I had no idea that place was such a popular tourist attraction! Perhaps I should start charging admission… no, that would be selfish… I should put together a sink restoration fund instead, so that way we can afford to make it even taller! Give the people more of what they want!"

"Er, yes, yes, we're here to take a look at the Great Papyrus's Great Sink of… water." As Gerson spoke, she was shivering so hard that her shell practically sounded like a maraca. You tried to tell her not to wear shorts out in the snow, but she just replied something about how they were better for doing flips, and 'If I've still got buns to show, I'm gonna show'em!'. "By the way, we're going to be taking a lot of pictures of your sink, so could you leave us alone with it for a while so it… doesn't get too nervous?"

"My word! I had no idea that it had such anxiety with crowds! Maybe that's why Sans always avoids it… very well then! I'll be up in my room writing my next Santa list! Tell me if you want anything, and I might be able to put in a good word for you."

"Uh, no thanks… we prefer to make our own presents," Gerson replied. "But thank you so much for letting us do this!"

"It's no problem at all!" Papyrus said as she went upstairs to her room. "But be sure to treat the Great Sink of Water with kindness and respect or… I'll have to ask Undyne about what to do."

"Don't worry, we'll be good!" Gerson waved as the door to Papyrus's room slammed shut. "Phew… I swear, whenever that girl's around I feel at least 250 years older."

You didn't argue and instead led the turtle woman to the sink you were seeking.

"Clever dog… hiding where someone stores a lot of bones… the very first place a normal person would expect… and therefore, the last place I would expect!" she said as she walked over to it.

You told her that you were pretty sure the bones were the deciding factor in its choice of residence.

"Regardless, we need to be very careful when we enter its lair. They say that the Canis Molestus is very territorial, and that it can vibrate straight through a solid sheet of steel, and can pop popcorn just by staring at it really hard while it's in a microwave." The handle of the door beneath the sink shown a dull bronze as Gerson placed her hand on it. "One false move and they won't even be able to find the dust that's left over. Are you ready?"

You nodded, feeling a little scared, but knowing that loading would ensure that no permanent damage was done.

"Alright then… here we go!" Gerson took a deep breath and opened up the cupboard beneath the sink. Inside, the bones that you saw last time were all gone, and there was nothing but blackness and void… and the smell of dog breath. "Hmm, seems empty… wait a second! There's a hole near the back!"

You both walked into the space and looked down through the hole in Papyrus's floor that was clearly dug by paws. Down below, at least fifty feet, you saw a literal treasure trove of golden bones, perfectly round diamonds, what appeared to be some kind of dog shrine with some a sign asking for 'dognations', some emeralds that for some reasoned looked like those beehive things you stick dog treats in, an odd, multi-colored door in the distance that seemed sealed shut, and at the center of it all was the treasure you had lost; the orb of Zoqrom Osraix.

And lying there, right on top of it, was the dog who stole it, sleeping away peacefully.

"It's beautiful… I haven't seen a sight like this in at least two thousand years." Gerson wiped some tears from her eyes. "Alright, here is how this is going to work. You are lighter than me, so I'm going to lower you down on this rope. All you have to do is get the orb and bring it back up here without waking the dog up. Oh, and if for some reason it were to wake up, try to at least give me a warning before you die, okay?"

You looked at Gerson and then looked back down the hole. The dog looked so peaceful and calm from there, but you remembered the glare it gave you the last time the two of you came face to face here. Somehow, you knew that dog could do things to you that not even turning back time could undo.

Placing your 'balloon' in a corner of the cupboard, you attached Gerson's grappling hook to your pants and told her that you were ready to be lowered down.

"Okay then, just remember… only take the orb! We can't afford to risk taking anything else," Gerson warned as she got ready. "Plus, my back's not quite what it used to be, so I don't think I could carry up that much loot even if I wanted to. Now on five… five!"

You were about to ask what happened to numbers one through four when the turtle woman abruptly pushed you into the hole, sending you careening towards the bottom. Just before you gave the dog the fastest glomp of its life, the rope holding you pulled taught and you were suspended mere inches from the canine's sleeping white face.

"Hehe, sorry about that, lassie. Got a bit too excited there," you heard an apologetic voice whisper above you. "You're alright though, right?"

You were shaking like a tea kettle that forgot to bring its wallet to the restaurant, but you nodded up to your companion anyways.

"Good, now… fetch-er, I mean, grab the ball!"

You took a deep breath and slowly brought your hands towards sparkling orb in front of you. You were just about to touch your fingers too it when you heard the dog start to growl.

You instantly began to sweat so many bullets that you could have formed your own batch of friendliness pellets. Thankfully, though, it appears the dog was just dreaming about chasing a squirrel made of kibble, and soon calmed back down.

Letting out a silent sigh of relief, you slowly began to inch the orb out from underneath the dog's head. Once it was free, the dog didn't even seem to notice it was gone and instead snuggled up with a sapphire chipmunk. Then, you simply hovered there for a moment, taking in the glimmering beauty of the orb until you realized that the glimmering was actually just drool, at which point you decided you had enough of the beauty for now.

With the orb now safely in hand, you signaled up to Gerson utilizing your most intricate and sophisticated hand miming techniques. Then, when that didn't work, you tugged at the rope a few times until she began to pull you back up.

"My word… could that really be the genuine article?" Gerson pulled you up hastily and took the orb from your hands once she was sure you were safe. She carefully judged the weight, looked at it through a magnifying glass, and even bit on it before she was finally satisfied. "It is! The Orb of Zoqrom Osraix! We've done it, kiddo!"

Cheering, she picked you up and hugged you tightly against her chest, allowing you to enjoy the feeling of her chest against your face for a few seconds before your hug was cut short by the sound of distant yipping.

"Uh… maybe we should do this elsewhere," Gerson advised.

You nodded your head into her breasts before you both left the area under the sink and reentered the skelesisters' living room.

"Saaaaans!" you both suddenly heard from upstairs. "That does it, you have too much dirty laundry in your room! I don't care if it breaks every vertebrae in my spine, I am taking this to get washed!"

You looked upstairs just in time to see Papyrus push a massive ball of clothes through the door to Sans's bedroom, which then quickly got out of Papyrus's control and began to roll over the railing towards you and Gerson.

"Ooops…" Papyrus said, a pair of boxer shorts on her head.

You felt your soul literally drop as the mass of clothes began to pick up speed.

"Run for it!" Despite her age, Gerson proved to be quite spritely as she sprinted towards the front door, while you just barely managed to make it before the ball clothes collided with the doorframe, sending dozens of hoodies rained down unto the populace. You looked on with fragrant disbelief at such a sight. Rather than be implicated in such a terrible crime against fashion, you and Gerson slipped off as quietly as you could and made your way back to her shop.

"Just a little to the left… now to the right… now diagonally…" Gerson spoke very carefully as you moved to place the Orb of Zoqrom Osraix into a small display case. Except, in reality, you weren't moving at all and were just holding the orb perfectly still above the display case cushion as Gerson looked on with strained eyes. "And… perfect!"

You plopped the orb down into the middle of the display case.

"Ah… it feels so good to finally add something new to my collection". You could see Gerson tearing up a little as she stared at the magnificent orb. "We don't get too much traffic around here, but hopefully someone will come by and look at it… maybe even appreciate its historical significance. 'Course, the last person to do that just left his glasses and notebook on the table there. Terrence, I think his name was".

Curious of the pronoun, you asked if he was human?

"Human? Can't say for sure," Gerson admitted. "He just came in, looked at the items I had for sale, wrote in his notebook that looked beat to the Core and back, then… placed it and his foggy glasses on the counter, and left with a sad smile on his face." You didn't know what to say to that. "It's okay, I do. 'Hey buddy, this isn't a charity! I'm trying to get rid of junk, not get more!' Wa ha ha!" Feeling the increased tension, you then asked about the artifact's historical significance.

"Easy, it's one of the only things here older than me!" She left out a long laugh that ended in wheezes. "Oooh boy… thanks again for going on that adventure with me… I really don't have much time left".

You told her that she shouldn't think like that. She had at least another hundred years in her, after all!

"Hehe, it's nice of you to say that, but I'm bound to fall down at some point. Don't think I'll be able to roll myself back up this time, either…" Her eyes drifted down a bit as she spoke. "I'm kinda surprised it hasn't happened yet already. But that's okay! Everyone's bound to become dust in the wind sooner or later… I mean, unless you're human."

You gulp a little, saying that it was a shame neither of you could be that lucky.

"I'm afraid not… it's not like we can choose who we are in this world," she explained. "But, we can choose who we're with; our friends and so on. And, quite frankly, I'm feel blessed that I got to be with you."

She then placed a hand on your shoulder and tried her very, very best to look you in the eye.

"And you know, since you're here… you could make me lucky in one more way before I go".

You never considered yourself that into GILF-type girls, but she was still quite attractive for her age… and you simply couldn't say no to someone who helped you face your fear of annoying dogs.

"Alright then; let me put the 'closed' sign out and we can get started!" After making sure she didn't suddenly get any customers, Gerson led you to her bedroom in the back of the store. Her bed was simple and plain with grey sheets and white pillows, but it was surprisingly soft and comfy as you got onto it.

"Alright, kiddo, I hope you're ready for the adventure of a lifetime! Because you're going to get your hands on the greatest treasure of all!" Gerson carefully placed her glasses onto her nightstand before taking her shirt off in a dramatic fashion (through her shell miraculously stayed on), letting it drift down to the floor gently as you admired her pert breasts. You could see clearly now that the years hadn't sagged them at all, and they shone together in the light brighter than any Orb of Trolls or whatever ever could!

"Eheh, even I can see that you like'm!" Gerson puffed her chest outwards, clearly proud of how fit she's kept her body over the years. "Go on, you don't have to keep your hands off these antiques! Touch 'em!"

You did as you were told, reaching over and sinking your fingers into her soft skin. No matter how many times you had done this, the feeling of a plump breast in your hand would never get old, Gerson seemed to have a similar opinion, given her moans.

"Aaaah~ That's the stuff!" She panted as you kneaded her turtley tits. "The way you play with my peaks… really gets my shell nice and sweaty!"

She laid back onto her bed as you massaged her breasts even harder, pulling on the nipples and licking at her exposed skin occasionally. You didn't think she was an aquatic turtle, but you would make every inch of her wet if she let you anyways; her body was just too much fun to play with!

"Don't hold back, okay? I may be old, but we turtles are made out of tough stuff!" Gerson spread her legs wide as she spoke, inviting you to start massaging her groin through her shorts.

You wasted no time in accepting that invitation, bringing one of your hands down to her pants and rubbing against her pussy underneath. Being so close to her rear really let you see for the first time that her shorts really left nothing to the imagination. They hugged her rear so tightly and they were so short, they really qualified more as underwear than adventuring equipment.

You weren't about to complain about that, though, as it was quite the mouthwatering sight. You rubbed and rubbed at Gerson's groin, sending her hips writhing and twisting as you sent shocks of pleasure up her spine. Then, once you decided that you had teased her enough, you began to pull those booty shorts off and prepared to dine on turtle soup.

"Ah! Ooooh, Angel, yes!" Gerson cried out as you began to lick at her folds, her hands clasping tightly onto your hair as your tongue delved into her cave. "Going in… without hesitation… now that's that I call bravery!"

You thanked her for the commendation, but assured her that you didn't want any medal for it. Just hearing her cry out for joy was reward enough~

"Alright… I'll be sure to give you enough to fill a whole horde, then!" Her moans quickly became unleashed, echoing loudly through her bedroom as she enjoyed each and every movement of your tongue.

You were growing a bit prideful that your cunnilingus skills were growing so good, but you weren't quite sure that was the kind of thing you'd be able to brag about when you got to the surface. You supposed you could have described it to some close friends, but… it wasn't like you had any…

Pushing those thoughts from your mind like dust atop an old bookcase, you focused instead on the woman's engorged clit. It practically seemed to invite your licks, twitching and throbbing a little with every lap you gave it. It didn't take long for Gerson's cries to reach a fever pitch, and she ended up cumming so loudly that she nearly shattered her glasses.

"Ah… if I were to.. Fall down right now… I don't think I'd mind that much," she said, basking in the afterglow. You immediately give her a hug to ensure she'd stay upright. "Eheh, I was just joking kid! But, since you've been so kind to me… why don't you get my double-sided goldenrod out of that box over there? That way, we'll both have memories of this that we can treasure." You brought yourself over to the box in question, to discover that the contents contained a golden, double-sided dildo… oh my.

As fun as it would be to fuck her with that, you knew it wouldn't be quite as fun as doing it with the real deal. So, not quite wanting to reveal you were human, you told her that you had a more… natural substitution that you could both use.

"Oh, you mean you have a tail or somethin'? Sorry, I didn't notice." Gerson spread her legs once again, clearly already prepared for you to delve into her depths again. "Well, what are you waiting for? Remind me what young people can really do!"

You placed your 'tail' at her entrance and rubbed a little, feeling your spit and a bit of her own wetness cover the tip. Then, grabbing onto the shell on her back for leverage, you slowly began to press inside. Her walls were a little reluctant to spread, but once you put a little force into it your cock was greeted into her warm, soft core. She definitely had a hard, adventurous outside, but on the inside, she was just a big softie!

"Kid, that line's older than I am!" She laughed as you finally hilted inside her. "Try something else!"

Oh, uh… how about… she's a turtle babe?

"You know what… let's just let our bodies do the talking".

Forgoing the need to tell her of your hard shell pounding against her soft shell, you nodded and began to thrust in and out of her, her wet walls massaging your length with every thrust. It seemed that age certainly hadn't harmed this part of your body, as you swear she squeezed your rod tighter than some of the younger girls you had been with.

As you thrust into her, the 'talking' of your body filled the room. The bed you were fucking her on creaked beneath you as you plowed your way to her womb. You could feel her cervix kiss your glans ever so sweetly, encouraging you to keep thrusting into her. Your combined juices got her bedsheets wetter and wetter over time, but you didn't care - you were too busy loving this woman as hard as you could.

You could feel Gerson try to match your thrusts with her own, but she simply wasn't as young or energetic enough to keep up with you. You still showed that you appreciated her, though, making sure to rub your hips from side to side whenever you bottomed out, giving her another small jolt of pleasure in the process. You gave her a few kisses on the lips, too, making sure she knew that you appreciated every second you spent with your little turtledove. She may have been slow, but at least she was steady with the pleasure.

Eventually, you began to feel her body quicken a little bit, letting you know that she was getting close to the finish line. You carefully grabbed ahold of her hips and began to adjust your thrusts. You weren't thrusting harder, per se, but you were directing your thrusts more. You made sure that every time your dick slipped into her, you pressed against her g-spot, and every time you hilted inside, you brushed against her clit.

And, most of all, you made sure to hold back your own orgasm until you were certain she was about to cum too, at which point you unleashed yourself inside her like a wave on a beach. You had no idea if she could still get pregnant at her age, but your dick didn't seem to care and kept on firing shot after shot of your seed as deep into Gerson's pussy as it could squirt. The look on the adventurer's face made it clear that she was going to cry out in pleasure, but you silenced her with a kiss. You agreed to let your bodies do the talking, and you let them, each silently worshiping each other as you both drifted off into your afterglows.

"Aaah… such a warm feeling… takes me back… a really long time ago…" she said as you finally broke the kiss. You don't think that she really understood that your sperm was currently inside her, but since she was a monster you supposed that didn't really matter so much… that was, unless she had a nice, protected spot on a beach somewhere that she'd been saving… "I'm sorry but… do you think you could see yourself out, kid? I wanna just stay here for a bit…"

You said that was fine - just as long as she promised to remember you.

"Eheh, don't worry, I promise… as long as I live, I won't forget ya." As you pulled away from her, you got one last look at her glistening breasts before putting your clothes back on and heading towards the door. On your way out, though, you noticed the familiar winged symbol you saw in the Ruins on a banner draped over Gerson's door. Curious as to its true meaning, you asked the turtle for one last history lesson.

"Oh, that? That's the Delta Rune," Gerson explained. "It's the symbol of our kingdom, our people, and it even tells a story to boot! Something about… an angel that will come from above to free us from The Underground. See, that's the angel up above, and then the monsters are the triangles down below."

You noticed that she didn't sound all that sure about how true that story was.

"Well, that's because the original text - which I actually saw back in the day - was kinda vague." She wobbled her hand around in the air to symbolize inconsistency. "It actually said 'The Angel will come and The Underground will go empty'. But I'm not sure if that means that the barrier goes up and we get to leave, or… we're made to leave." The depraved goat mom in your subconsciousness served as a portend for what she could mean by that, and so you made to change the subject by asking about who made the prophecy.

"Oh, that was actually the Queen herself. Said she saw it in a dream or somethin'... but I don't think she can remember any of it these days." Curious about the woman who will likely serve as your biggest obstacle to escape, you asked what the Queen was like. "Oh, Fluffybuns? Sure, I'll tell you all about her… some other time. Right now, I think I need a nap."

You nodded and left the room, finally leaving her in peace.

You made your way to the next room to see that you couldn't see much of anything at all, aside from the glowing grass at your feet. You attempted to follow the path, only to find that the grass ended in a 3x3 square. Deciding not to brave the unknown, you turned to the center of the square to find a mushroom planted there. After poking it, a path of grass lit up before you, plotting a route for you to take. Upon making your way to the next mushroom, however, a mysterious interloper made itself known.

"Hoi, I'm Temmie!" The interloper revealed. You turned around to find a cat… dog woman, with two sets of ears and a striped shirt. Upon wondering why the previous sentence failed to mention her lower apparel, it soon became apparent that she was bare down there, and thus had nothing to mention aside from her unmentionables. Trying your best to be polite, you greeted the woman back.

"Hey, r u hooman?" She asked curiously. "Because u look hooman."

You hastily told her that you probably weren't hoom-er, human, but even if you were, that wasn't any of her business.

"Really? den WHAT's dat?" She pointed curiously towards your soul. You tried to quickly move it out of sight, but Temmie seemed to follow it with her finger. You tried to step away, but Temmie stepped after you with her finger still pointing at it like it was a blue buzzard or some three-eyed frog. You used your mind to try to float your soul up out of the way, but to your shock, Temmie's arm extended to follow it and kept on pointing. Your soul moved through the air in a serpentine fashion, trying its best to avoid her touch, or at the very least tie her arm in a knot, but she managed to corner your soul after a good 7 feet of stretching and touched it.

Letting out a pained gasped, you admitted that you were, indeed, human.

"HUMES! U such a cute!" the excitable woman says before petting you. "tem really excited! tem always wanted tu meet a hooman! They are super cute!"

Her pets and pats were actually quite pleasant feeling, and you began to see what those dogs you met earlier saw in petting… but, there was just one problem.

"Ah! U snez in ma face?!/" The dog/cat girl quickly wiped the spittle from her face. "Y u do dat?"

You wiped your nose and confessed that you might just be allergic to her. It was odd, considering you were allergic to neither dogs nor cats… perhaps a combination of the two counts as its own allergy?

"Oh! dat's fine! tem allergics to hoomans too!" No sooner than she said that, Temmie's face broke out in large, red bumps. "hOIVES!"

She then fell backwards onto the glowing grass, suffering from anaphylactic shock. You quickly ran over to her and started to look for the monster equivalent of an epipen, only to find nothing but some strange flakes of… tEm?

You weren't quite sure how Temmie knew she was allergic to humans if she never met one, but you quickly asked her if she had any contingencies for something like this.

"Dont worry, tem have... cof... something dat can help. But it's all da way back in... tem village. U promise... not tu tell people where it iz?"

You swore that you would keep it secret, so long as you got to save her life.

"Tem... appreciates it. Follow... ma lead…" Her arm began to extend once more, snaking along the ground towards some unseen destination. You picked Temmie up off the ground - making sure only to touch her blue sweater - and carried her after her disappearing hand.

After a minute or so of walking you found yourself greeted by… Temmie.

"hOI!" the identical Temmie save for a blue shirt greeted.

And another one.

"hOI!"

And another.

"hOI!"

And another and another and another…

"Greetings. I am Bob." one of them said in a level voice, breaking the monotony of the crowd somewhat.

You felt yourself filled with detemmienation.

"Owe fur… their." The Temmie on your back said, her health worsening along with her grammar. You saw that she was pointing towards an entryway in the distance, past the painting of a dragon. Upon arrival, you saw that it was a "Tem Shop" of some kind. Perhaps the owner had the cure to your newfound friend's ailment. However, once you went inside and gazed at the scattered accoutrements, you discovered that the owner was "owt 2 lunc". Just your luck.

"Awn… de Cher." After climbing to the other side of the counter, you saw there was nothing on that chair, but Temmie climbed off your back and sat on it.

"hOI! welcom to… da TEM SHOP!" the girl exclaimed jubilantly, the picture of perfect health… huh.

"Thank, humes! Yaya! Tem Shop… is ma elmunt!" You supposed that made sense. "Also, tem have medz in box. Keepz Tem safe for twenty for hurs!" That made more sense.

You supposed that, since you were here, it would only be fair to buy her wares.

"Reals1? I haff… tem flake (on sale)!" She points at one of those flakes from before priced at 2G. "tem flake (expensiv)." She pointed at an identical flake priced at 20G. "And… tem pay 4 colleg" she pointed at a representation of her hopes and dreams lofted upon a future of higher learning, priced at 1000G. If there were ever something to put a price on…

"Seeew? What humes bye?" Your shopkeep friend asked curiously. Unfortunately, her wares were outside of your price range, and so it pained you to say that you had to thinkon it a little longer.

"Is OK! Humes can sell things, then Tem give you muns in return!" You opted to make good on her generous deal and looked through your things. A Spider Donut… you might get hungry later. BScotch Pie… it's too soon. Snowoman Piece… that wouldn't be a good idea either. All you had left was a shiny trail left by a dog, but you weren't sure what you could possibly do with… wait, when did you get that?

You recalled when the Canis Molestus was among your items; its departure must have left an impression of some kind. You noted that the impression vaunted a lot of inspiration, however, as taking it out of your bag left a dog-shaped husk in the form of a carapace in its place. Taking that out, you found dirty dishes unwashed by a dog, secretions resembling glowing crystals, unfinished jigsaw puzzles, and a web spun to catch prey. Thinking on it, the various items all appeared to be the residue of the Canis Molestus. As such, you thenceforth dubbed it 'Hound Leftovers'. Pretending that made sense, you opted to sell the first to Temmie.

"Hm… 4G!" Temmie allowed. You made the transaction and looked at what was leftover… you could have some fun with this.

Several monetary transactions later, you found yourself with 1000G and a couple of dog-themed salads that you dubbed "Canine Greens", and you finally told Temmie that you were ready to make your order.

"oKies! What'll it bee?" You gently placed the 1000G on the counter and told her that she wouldn't have to worry about student loans.

"Das funn; tem's not a stewd… wait, you gave me enough for college?!" She asked surprisedly dropping her strange accent for a second. "Can Tems really acceps…? Okies!" You recoiled in abject horror as her face ripped from her head and floated through the left wall… then shortly returned as though time rewound itself.

"Tem's bak! Bakelor, to bee presize" she explained, now wearing a small graduation cap on her head. "Tem now kno everything abut temminology! Tem can now mak anything out of Tem!"

You asked her what she could possibly make out of… herself?

"Well, tem can maek street lihgts, affable hosing, and… A SOOT OV ARMOIRE SEW POWERFULL IT CAN PUNHC THRU THE BARRIER!"

Impressed, you asked how much that was.

"Only 999999nine9999699999499G!" she replied with a wink. "Ack now wil supliz lest!"

After slipping on some shades, you busted out the Hound Leftovers, prepared to meet the priceline… only to realize there was nothing left over. It seemed that even the power of the Canis Molestus couldn't withstand the poower of Socioeconomics. Though, somehow Temmie could conjure up enough money to pay for her own college…

"Dat okey… we can do other thins!" She walked out from behind her box and grabbed your hand, this time not breaking out into hives when she did so. "Leik… showing u all of TEM VILLAGE!"

Walking outside, she brought you over to the first Temmie she saw.

"This iz Temmie," she explained. "hOI TEMMIE!"

"hOI TEMMIE!" Temmie replied.

Before she could continue, you informed Temmie (that is, YOUR Temmie) that introductions were unnecessary; you had already met all the village residents when you arrived.

"O, but water bout Ragel?" She asked before dragging you towards an odd-looking mushroom with eyes and arms that began wobbling from side to side as you neared it.

"Mushroom Dance, Mushroom Dance; whatever could it mean?" The Temmies asked simultemmiously.

The mushroom's cap lifts, revealing that its pupils were nostrils the entire time! "It is the aria of my unrest, rooted to the spot by my hyphae with nary a leg to stand on. For others may leave, but I am forever fixed to the floor. Lo it is that I am stuck to the surface… though I may never see… The Surface..."

The nearby Temmies applaud her poetry, cheering at her words. "No, I'm serious; my friends planted me here as a prank and I've been stuck here for six weeks. Help!"

You blinked a few times before asking if there was anyone else there you hadn't met yet.

"No, dat it!" Temmie replied. "But, u still need to c… statu!"

She dragged you hastily towards the far side of town, where there was a giant (and equally pantsless) sculpture of a Temmie. "Dis… is our fonder… de TEMMOTHER! She maek tem village and gave birf to our ansisters. Todae, dis statu stans as a symbal… ov fertility!"

You asked to confirm if she really said 'fertility', or if that was just her way of saying 'fortune'.

"No, tem meen fertility! Watch!" She took out a small, white egg from between her breasts and placed it carefully on the ground in front of the statue. "Dis eg will gro up one day… to be as big an stron as tem! Just you wait an c!"

You took a closer look at the egg. It was hard boiled.

"Tem wil b such a gud mom! Tem wil luv it four ever!" Temmie picked the egg up off the ground and snuggled it gently, in a way that would have been sweet if it wasn't an inanimate object. Confused, you asked how exactly it would hatch.

"Obvsly, it hach with WARMTH! Hau else wood bayb com owt?" Temmie asked just as confused. Considering your prior experiences with girls, you hesitated to tell her… but those innocent eyes didn't look like they could harm a soul (even if her paw had done so earlier), so you opted to tell her about the Snowdrakes and the Buzz Buzz's.

"Ohhh, Tem gets it!" Odd, considering Snowy's not all that funny… "U mean sex?/?" To that, you nod your head even though hers is super close to yours. "O… but your allergics, so Tem can not du it with u," Temmie said sadly.

"Not to worry, I have the solution to your quandary." The Temmie known as Bob chimed in before holding out something in her paw. "The Temmother, blessed be her name, has prepared for this outcome, and devised an antidote for Tem-related allergies by processing her secretions into a form of medication that's perfectly safe to ingest under any circumstance."

Tem Flakes. So that's what they were for. You popped one in and felt the effects take effect, your sinuses beginning to clear up before your eyes. Well, behind your nose, but who's paying attention other than all the Temmies that'd gathered around you?

"Sew, are you ready 4 fun?" Before you have the chance to respond, you found yourself buried in a dog/cat/Temmie pile of Temmies, each of them kissing every spare inch of your body. You could feel your entire body being worshipped, as though you were swathed in tender love and care. Eventually, the kissing became much more lewd as they concentrated on your dick, joining their tongues together in a harmony of Tem. Your vision soon became acquainted with the bare rears that graced the Village within minutes of their ministrations as you licked their pussies for all they were worth, thankful for the opportunity to make them writhe in pleasure. Some Temmies off to the side had you finger them while others had you play with their breasts.

The Temmies at your dick scattered as one of the braver ones hopped on your cock, riding it for all it was worth. You thrust your hips in an effort to match her speed, but she was simply too energetic to match.

"O yus… Tem… hevin so much funs! Tem nev… hav so much in Tem!" Her hips bounced so furiously that it was hard to keep track of, and her pussy… it was almost hard to describe! Instead of squeezing down on you with some kind of rhythm, her pussy walls seemed to clamp down almost at random, keeping your cock constantly on edge with anticipation. This wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but it was so strange and spontaneous… almost as if her snatch had a mind of its own.

"Dis feels… so gud! Tem shud… do dis… mor often!" You felt her tail rub against your thighs as you thrust into her, tickling you and putting you on edge even more than before. "Tem wil tak meds evr day! Dat way… hooman can visit… and sex Tem… ofden!"

Grunting, you told Temmie that you actually weren't planning on coming back. You had a home waiting for you on the surface, after all, so you couldn't stay down there.

"Hooman… leaf?" As Tem spoke, her hips began to move even faster than before, though her squeezes were still random. "Den… u need tu mak Tem mom now! Tem not… git nother chans!"

Your hips moving faster too, you asked Tem if she was ready for that. Having a kid was a lot of responsibility, and it was a lot harder than raising a hardboiled egg, after all.

"Yes… Tem promise… to be most resposibible! Tem will raise dem.. And make sur… dey grow up smrt!" You could tell even though all the poorly spelled words that Tem was serious. She wasn't going to back out now.

So, deciding to give all three halves of her what she wanted, you grabbed onto Temmie's hips and thrust as hard as you could. You could still feel her pussy throb around you randomly, but you tried your best not to let that distract you. You had one goal in mind at the moment - breeding Temmie as hard as you could.

"Oooh! U r making my wam feel so… tingle!" You could see Temmie bite her lip as she talked, clearly trying to stop herself from screaming out in pure ecstasy. "Tem feel lik Tem… is gonna explod!"

Your only response was to wrap your arms around her body and hold onto her for dear life as you began to spray into her snug snatch. Your fingers pressed into her smooth, white skin as you held her, and you could feel her dog/cat ears twitch against your neck as her head pressed against your neck. Her large breasts pressed hard against your stomach, and just the thought of them swelling up with milk for your kids made your dick twitch even more, and you sprayed at least twice more into her as a result.

"Oooooh yes! Tem… def mom now! Tem b… best mom evah!" Tem moaned as her whole body shook. As you pulled back from her a little, you could see that she had gone full-ahegao; eyes rolled back, and tongue dangling from her mouth a drunken bat.

Her pussy seemed to finally gain some order to it as it pulsed in orgasm, but you pulled out anyways and carefully laid Temmie onto the ground to rest. Though, her ahegao face remained up in the air where it was before…

"So cuul! Tem want turn now!" you heard someone shout from behind you.

Oh yeah. You were so enthralled fucking this one Tem that you forgot there were, like… twenty more of them.

"No! Tem want tu gu now! Tem wait long nough!" One of the Temmies grabbed your cock and began to lick it, cleaning up the fresh, warm mess you just made.

"No Tem want ta goo next! Tem been feelin like horns all day!" You felt another Temmie reach down to caress and worship your balls.

"No, Tem need 2 ga nex! Tem puss… need kwenching!" You felt one of the Temmies straddle your leg, her exposed and naked cunt grinding hard against you.

"If I may offer a suggestion, why doesn't Temmie go next?" Bob spoke up from the back of the crowd. "She has always been the most patient of our village, and she is still a virgin."

"Yah! That idea iz gud!" one of the Temmies agreed, though you were surprised any of the Tems knew what virginity was.

So, another one of the Tems was brought forward and eased down onto your dick, and you made sure that she wasn't hurt as she took all of your inside herself. This time, the other Temmies played a much more active role, kissing you, playing with your body, and even feeding you a few Tem flakes (which tasted kinda like cereal where they used olive oil instead of milk, and then forgot to add milk) to keep your energy up. And you needed all the energy you could get, as just one of these Tems would have been enough to tire you out normally.

Your day soon became a haze of Temmie pussies, breasts, and discarded shirts… which really made you wonder whether or not the first Temmie you came across was a kid or if they just liked to wear striped shirts. Either way, they probably got carded a lot.

You lost track of time - you could have been fucking those Temmies for months for all you knew, though it probably still wouldn't have been longer than your favorite fanfiction finally updating… Eventually you stopped even trying to keep track of which Temmie was which, instead just pulling out of one Temmie when you were done and slamming your hard cock into the next available one. None of them seemed to mind that, though, and eagerly spread their legs and wiggled their rears for you to let you make them Tem mothers. All except for one…

"No thank you, I am saving myself for marriage," Bob explained, masturbating. "I commend you for putting on such a spectacular show, however. This will be a day that will be remembered in the annals of Temmie history forever."

You thanked Bob for the compliment and moved to clean yourself up. You were able to find your pants again relatively easily, but your shirt was buried somewhere underneath the pile of Temmies, the cum leaking out of them, and one conspicuous egg that somehow made it to the very top of the pile without getting cracked. You decided that they probably wouldn't mind you taking of their shirts with you too much, and grabbed the cleanest one you could find.

"Tem… wil mis u hooman," the one who you first met panted, pantless and shirtless now. "Tem… will name… kid aftr u… they wil b…. HooTem!"

You hesitated for a moment as you went back to the entrance of the village. Could you really just... Leave all this here?

…

…

You head back out into Waterfall. You needed to keep heading east, back home. It was waiting for you.

You went back to the dark room with the mushrooms, and you managed to get a bit further than you did before… but you soon found yourself completely lost in the darkness. You couldn't tell the floor for the ceiling, so you went as far back into the cavern as you could. Eventually, you see a faintly glowing object on the horizon, jubilant to finally come across a light shining in the dark. To your dismay, it was only an echo flower, and there was naught but wall behind it. Lost and defeated, you examined the flower to see what it had to say. And say it did.

"Behind you."

Odd, you could've sworn that there was a voice coming from behind you as wel… you turn and find yourself confronted by the haunting apparition that had been pursuing you since you first stepped in those blades of grass that felt almost like a year ago. Maybe two. Undyne.

"Seven," the suit of armor addresses you. "Seven human souls. With those in our Queen's grasp, Queen Asgore Dreemurr… will become a goddess," she plods forth as she continues her exposition. "With her power, she can finally break the barrier and take the surface back from humanity and exact upon them the same pain and anguish that we've suffered. This will be the only moment of redemption in your life." She stands a mere five feet in front of you.

"Relinquish your soul," she pauses before taking a stance and readying her spear. "Lest I rend it from your rotting husk." She charges forth, blocking any way out as you begin to register the enemy approaching before yo-

"Yo, Undyne! I came to help!" An excited voice emerges from the bushes to your right, followed by a familiar monster kid standing between the two of you. "Oh hey, it's you!" She addresses the confused human staring at her in disbelief. "I can't believe you managed to get front row seats to her awesome fight!... Wait a second. But then where's the hu-"

Undyne grabs onto her cheek and drags her away, leaving a trail of mutterings in her wake. "Wait, please don't tell my moms about this!" The monster kid cries as she's dragged off into the distance. As you find your bearings, you notice a path that you hadn't noticed right next to the 47th bearing, and you made your way through a passage filled with several more echo flowers. It seemed to be the second half of a conversation that you missed, but you're sure it would've been heartwarming if the writer could remember things half the time. As you make to turn at the corner with the sign proclaiming the prophecy of the angel, however, you see an odd flash of gold on the periphery. You make your way back towards it, only to see it retreat beneath the ground before you could get a good look. You thought to turn around, but an Echo Flower beside you produced a different voice from before.

"Master?" A familiar voice stabbed you in the heart. "Please come back! I'm sorry for whatever I did!" You hunch down, the memories flooding back to you as you remembered what you did. "I-I promise to make it up to you! I'll… I'll let you use my ass, however you want! Would that make you feel better? Please, come back out… it's dark in here." Your soul was beating at an unconscionably fast rate, thudding as the guilt came pouring over you.

"B u t n o b o d y c a m e," an unsettling voice sounded right beside you, the visage of your nightmares in floral form. "No matter how good of a person you try to be, there's no denying what you did to her. What you did to your mother. You'll come to a point when you're left with no other choice, and you'll start bathing in LOVE like you once did. And then… we'll rule this world together." Flowey chortled sinisterly, the Echo Flowers surrounding her taking on the same laugh, drowning you in the essence of your futility as she sank into the ground…

You shakily stand up as the flowers around you fade back into the ambience from before. You finally manage to make that turn and cross a bridge connecting two cliffs and a pillar of rock in the center. As you approach the other side, you see a familiar youngster that you once shared an umbrella with.

"Yo… so Undyne told me about how you're the human, ha ha…" she trailed off sadly as she approaches you. "I guess that means… we're enemies, right?" You can't say that you're eager to consider her an enemy, since you don't have much of a problem with monsters. "Yeah, I don't have a problem with monsters either. Say, you think you could insult me so it'll be easier?"

You think for a few moments before deciding to call her donkey-whipped paper trail.

"What? That's it? My sister calls me that all the time!" Monster kid laughed for a few moments before her face turned grim again. "I guess I have to do it then…" She comes closer to you as she thinks of something to say. "Um… guts I hate your!" she blurts, jumbling the words. It was kinda cute, so you tried to keep from laughing, though it came across as more of a sniff. "O-oh, no, I didn't insult you too badly, did I?" She asks worriedly, stepping closer to see if you're all right.

You assured her that you were just fine… unless she didn't want you to be.

"I'm not even sure anymore, to be honest…" She let out a long sigh before turning around and heading back the way she came on the bridge. "Well, I guess this is goodbye... Have a fun time being dead, I guess."

You were about to turn and walk away too when you noticed the monster kid's foot get stuck on one of the boards of the bridge. The girl barely had time to gasp before she tumbled forward onto her face and bounced off the side. She barely managed to grab onto the edge with her teeth, just barely able to hold on as her jaw clenched for dear life.

"Wha? H-hey! I seem to have… fallen down! I could use some… help!" she said through the splinters.

You moved to go and save her, but a loud crashing noise stopped you at the last second. Undyne herself was standing at the far end of the bridge, staring you down… her eye glinting in the dark behind her helmet.

"Hey, get away from the human!" Undyne said as the monster kid hung by the enamel of her teeth. "Human, you stay over there, I'll deal with this first."

The world around you slowed to a halt as you processed what just happened. Yet again, the life of someone who trusted you is hanging by a thread, and it's all your fault. The flower's taunts seem to surround you once more, sending you deeper and deeper into an abyss of guilt and despair as Undyne approached, a specter of shame that seemed to be looming over you. No more… no more… it has to stop.

Save Reloaded...

… But you refused.

You snap yourself out of your existential funk and dash towards the kid, pulling her up by the shoulders as you placed her on solid wood, ensuring that she couldn't slip through again.

"Y-yo… you saved me," the kid said in awe. Undyne was not as struck by your actions, however, and made to corner you once and for all.

"H-hey, Undyne!" the kid turned to face her. "I-if you want to get to my friend!... You'll have to go through me!" She seemed to be shivering in fear, but she still stood firm. Undyne, seemingly flabbergasted by the events that have unfurled, turns and walks away, leaving behind nothing but sweat and the smell of muffled curses.

"Wow, she's gone… you really saved my skin!" She said while nuzzling into you. "Looks like being enemies didn't pan out like I thought it would. Guess we'll be friends instead!" She walks back where she came and turns back to address you once more. "I'm going home since my parents are probably worried sick. But I'll see you later, okay?" She said while finally leaving. That just left you with the last stretch of bridge before you could finally pass through this ordeal.

What Flowey said might've been true. There is always a chance the things you do will affect other people in significant way you never would have thought possible. And what you did would haunt you for the rest of your life. But the thought of making up for that by returning to the surface without hurting anyone fills you with determination.

You swear you could hear a golden flower blowing a raspberry from somewhere.

Continuing on your way, you came across the exit of Waterfall, a mighty precipice that signified the amount of progress you had made in getting there. Though initially confused why a mountain top was underneath a mountain, you realized there was no point in reading too deeply, as there was a suit of armor that took your attention from it.

"Seven. Seven human souls, and Queen Asgore will become a goddess." You asked why she seemed to be repeating herself from earlier. "Six. That's how many we've obtained thus far. Do you understand?" You claimed that you did, through the power of deductive reasoning and a grasp of the English language.

"... I shall tell you the tale of our people, as is customary for those who've made it this far." You look at her in rapt attention, curious what the story may be…

"Once, long ago… no." She stops herself and stares you down. "You know what?"

No Mercy

It sounds like it came from over here…

Oh! You've fallen down, haven't you? Are you okay?

Here, get up!

…

Chara, huh? That's a nice name.

My name is

You blink a few times as you regained your bearings. You weren't quite sure where you were at the moment, and all that you did know is that it felt like you were falling forever.

"Ow…" A familiar groan of pain echoed out from beneath your body.

You look down and see that you wre currently on top of a tall pile of very comfortable bodies, with Mini Cherry just underneath you and Attention Whore down at the bottom.

"What happened? Is Master okay?" Dumbelle asked, rubbing her muscles.

"Of course they're okay! They're Master! Nothing can hurt them!" Cum Rag insisted as she was partly buried in garbage. "But, uh, just in case… if you're listening, Master, could you say something? Just so we can hear the sound of your voice?"

You spoke up and told them that you were indeed fine - though your pride was slightly wounded with how Undyne managed to get the upper hand on you.

"Well, she is the head of the royal guard for a reason." Hack squirmed out from within the pile and did her best to wash herself off in some flowing water. "But you were just playing with her before! She won't last a second once you get serious with her!"

"Yeah… her shining light will be eclipsed by yours easily. You just have to… unleash it." Attention Whore's face lit up a little as she spoke, though her headlight still remained as dead as when you had finished fucking her.

You said that you knew that already, but you appreciated the praise and encouragement anyways.

Jumping down from the pile of women you were on, you landed into some waist-deep water that splashed everything around you - which was mostly trash. You were about to ask your slaves exactly where you were, but you had a feeling they'd just answer 'the dump' so you decided to save your breath. Instead, you spent it on asking which was the right way out towards New Home.

"Uh… that way, I think." Attention Whore did her best to point the way, but the weight on top of her made it hard to move and Dumbelle's breasts made it hard to see. "We should be over halfway through Waterfall by now."

"Alright! That means all we have to do is get to Hotland before we can start raping girls for Master! I can't wait!" Mini-Cherry tried to get down from the girl pile to stand next to you, only for her to gasp in sudden pain and surprise. "Uh oh… uh, this might be a bit too much water for me. I'm kinda dissolving the second I touch it…"

"Yes, yes, as a sugary substance, you naturally dissolve in polar fluids," School Slut explained, breaking out from the pile to spread her (figurative yet not that figurative since she could still actually fly) wings. "Such a shame… maybe we can make some kind of boat for you out of what's here?"

"Well, I ain't sharing mine," Poison said as she drifted by, standing in a plastic cup and rowing along with a spoon. "There's only room for one in here… and maybe Master, if we squeeze~"

You told her that you preferred bigger cup sizes.

"Eheh, that's my Master~"

"Hmm… this big umbrella might work." Mini Cherry grabbed an umbrella that looked like it could have kept an entire lion dry, and opened it. When she was certain it would hold her weight, she slipped onto it - with the long handle forming something akin to a spine inside her. "Oooh, this feels so weird! Every little jostle of the water sends vibrations through me! I think I like this!"

"Getting lewd with a piece of trash? How disgusting…" Cum Rag shivered. "But… I know seeing you like that pleases Master, so you can continue."

"Oh, I wasn't planning on stopping!" she said as she grabbed a baguette-sized shoe and used it to row.

You gave the rest of your slaves a minute to get back on their feet (if they had any) before continuing through the garbage dump. You weren't sure if they were all actually ready when you left, but you figured they'd catch up anyways.

"So, this is where all the trash in the kingdom goes," School Slut observed as she flew behind you. "It's such a shame that someone like you would have to go through here, Master. Everything here is worthless to you… it might as well not exist."

"I wouldn't be so down in the dumps if I were you," Poison said as she paddled. "It's a great place to pick up cute girls, after all, and if there is one thing Master likes, it's picking up girls by the truckload!"

"Pick up cute girls? Who in the world told you that?" Mini Cherry looked absolutely bewildered as she tried her best to keep up. "I don't see any girls around here! Besides us, of course...:"

"Hang on… wait just a second! I think I see something!" Cum Rag pointed towards the shadows, and there you think you saw a random dummy. It reminded you of that one dummy that you met in the Ruins, so you gave it a pap on the face and went on your way. "Oh, wait, never mind… it's just a cute girl facsimile."

Just as you were about to walk by and ignore it, you noticed that her glass eyes and cotton eyebrows were formed into a perfect death glare. You knew that look well, since you were more used to dishing it than a chef cooking rude food. Just when you were about to point this strange look out, however, the dummy disappeared into the waters you were walking through.

"Wha? Where did it go!?" Cum Rag gasped.

"Uh, not that I believe in such things, but… you don't think it could have been a… g-ghost, do you?" Dumbelle shivered and held onto your arm for safety - though, her grip kinda hurt so you brushed her off into a pile of bean bag beans.

"Ghost!? Ha! You wish!" A strange, very angry voice bellowed out, echoing off the walls of the damp chamber. "I'm something much worse than that…"

The dummy suddenly appeared again out of the water, only this time holding a knife and blocking your way forward.

"I'm your worst nightmare!" The strange woman cackled maniacally, waving the knife everywhere. You weren't quite sure what drew your attention more - her naked body, or the authentic knife. "Though, I am actually a ghost too…"

"O-oh no! Protect us, Master!" Dumbelle shivered and ducked behind you, though considering your size difference it was like an elephant trying to hide behind a desk chair.

"You… you're quite the jerk, aren't you? Not only did you scare my cousin out of their old body in the ruins, but you also scared everyone out of Waterfall! Everyone who could ran away so they wouldn't become your slave, leaving me all alone! And my cousin is so scared, they won't even leave their house!"

The dummy grew even more angry, skin starting to glow red and steam literally bursting from the skin.

"Oooooh! Just thinking about how evil you are… all the suffering you've caused… it makes me. So. Angry." The water began to boil below the dummy's semi-ghostly form. "Angry!" The water burst around her in a wave, sending you and your slaves backwards a little. "ANGRY!"

She began to glow as power radiated from her body, threatening to incinerate you if you so much as took a step forward. You were starting to wonder how you were going to get out of this when, all of a sudden…

The glowing stopped, and the mad dummy dropped to the ground. And now, she wasn't a dummy… or at least, she didn't look like one. Instead, she looked completely… human, with normal (if pale) skin, real blonde hair, breasts that bounced and settled just right, and a pussy… you could tell just by seeing it that that part of her was 100% real.

"What in the world just happened?" The ex-dummy examined her body, rubbing her hands up and down her new thighs, groping her breasts a few times, and finally stopping when she poked one of her own eyes. "I'm… real! I'm a real girl!"

The glad ex-dummy began to jump up and down in joy, leaving you and your harem to simply stare in confusion.

"I can't believe it! I somehow became so angry that I fused with my body! Now… I have real flesh for the first time in my entire life! I'm… not a ghost anymore!" She hugged herself so hard that you could feel the affection from where you stood. "Not that being a ghost is necessarily bad or anything, but now… I can well and truly fulfill my dream… of being a dummy! As thanks, I'm letting you go from my revenge vow."

You almost wanted to point out that she didn't even look like a dummy now, but you ultimately decided against that. After all, she was still acting like a dummy.

"Now then, I should probably go find some clothes to model… ooh, this purple v-neck looks good!" As the ex-dummy rummaged around in the trash, giving you a perfect look at her supple rear. She looked almost exactly like a human - no, more like a supermodel, but the lack of a conspicuous floating heart let you know she was still a monster deep down. And deep down inside her was right where you wanted to be~

"Eep!" The ex-dummy let out a surprised gasp as you gripped her tooshie, the fingers of one hand massaging roughly against her folds while the other gripped her exposed buttock like it was a toy. "Hey, what are you doing? Didn't you hear what I said? I'm sparing you! You can keep going?"

"Spare? Spare? Ahahahahaha!" Hack grabbed her aquatic sides as she laughed uproariously. "Uh… what does 'spare' mean?"

"Spare, means… well, spare," the ex-dummy explained, "You know, show mercy?"

"Mercy?" Poison scratched her head in confusion. "Now you're just making up words!"

"No, wait! I think 'mercy' means 'yes' in Spanish," School Slut spoke up. "So that means, she's saying 'yes, you can have sex with me and ravage my pussy, Master,'".

"That's not what I said at all!" the dummy insisted as you slipped a finger in between her outer lips, brushing against her clit in the process. "And how could you not know what mercy is? It's a basic part of kindness!"

You assured the girl that, even though you didn't speak Spanish and you left your spare in your car, you were still very kind. After all, would a unkind person caress her like this?

"Ooooh~" she moaned as you got to feel the realness of her breasts for yourself.

And would someone who was unkind really stop to make her feel so good?

"You're… you're not being kind… you're just… touching me without my consent!" she complained, new body shivering.

"Consent? Now that's the weirdest word you've said so far!" said Cum Rag.

"Definitely not in any dictionary I've heard of!" agreed School Slut. "Is it Latin in origin? A noun, an adjective, or an adverb?"

"A noun, dummy! How could I ive an adjaaaaa!" The ex-dummy's explanation was cut off as you reached down to her groin, feeling her hot pussy warm your cold fingers. "Stop that already! It's really starting to get annoying!"

You told her that you were just doing her a favor by making sure she really fused with her new body.

"Wait… what do you mean really fused?" she asked, her struggled against your hands lessening for a moment.

You explained to her that you were just checking to make sure every part of her new body worked how it was supposed to. If you found that even a little part of her wasn't working right or didn't feel how it should, that means she could revert back at any instant.

The ex-dummy gasped, partly at what you just told her and partly because you were now spreading her labia part. "You mean… you've seen this before?"

You nodded, explaining that everywhere you went, you found incomplete girls. Some of them might think that they're fine and whole on their own, but on closer inspection, just fell apart. But she didn't have to worry - you were an expert at making girls whole.

You heard mini Cherry giggle to herself behind you as you said that, but Attention Whore quickly shushed her back to silence.

"Hmm, well maybe I should…. Wait! You're just going to rape me like you've done to everyone else, aren't you?" she said, familiar anger returning to the ex-dummy's voice.

Wow, you said, it looked like you weren't going to have to check her at all. She definitely wasn't a dummy any more.

You could tell the girl was about to yell some insult at you, but you silenced her with a powerful kiss. At the same time, Dumbelle and Attention Whore grabbed her legs and spread them wide for you. With her legs and her lower lips now spread wide, there was nothing stopping you from thrusting a finger right inside her defenseless cunt.

"Gaaah!" The ex-dummy cried out as her walls clamped down around you. Not only could you tell that her pussy was 100% authentic, but this was definitely her first time. Only a virgin could squeeze you so strongly, yet delicately… yet desperately~

"Shut up… I'm not a virgin… it's just that this body is! Aaaaah!" You could tell by the way she writhed that she was telling the truth. But, at the same time, her body clearly wanted it - no, it needed it! Her walls gripped you so tightly that it felt like she might tear herself apart if you pulled out too quickly.

"That doesn't make any - mmm!" You silenced the ex-dummy with a kiss, proving to you that her mouth was authentic as well. Her lips felt warm, her tongue squirmed and hid just like a real girl's, and her spit tasted oh so delicious~

The ex-dummy struggled a bit more and tried to hit you with her fists, but she couldn't so much as scratch you. You were far more powerful than her, and she slowly began to realize that.

"I… never should have let you go." Some spit trailed down from the ex-dummy's mouth as you continued to rail her. "I should have killed you, or run away with the others…"

"Well, you know what they say - hindsight is twenty twenty!" mini Cherry giggled.

"More like ytnewt ytnewt!" School slut joked. "Look, she's going cross-eyed!"

Your slave was right. As you thrust into her tight, velvety box, her whole body quaked as sensation overwhelmed her. Her pussy was so wet that it was dripping down into the water below her, and her eyes couldn't even look directly at you - the only thing it seemed she could focus on was pleasure.

"H-hey… that's not true… I'm just not used to… having real eyes!" The ex-dummy's excuse was about as flimsy as a sapling in a wood chipper, and only got flimsier the harder you fucked her. Her hips, instinctively wanting more of your cock, bucked back at you, and her back arched whenever you pressed up against her womb. And, throughout it all, she was panting so hard that you couldn't help but get some nostalgia for your delicious dog girls.

"Oh god… breathing… is so hard… how do you people… put up with hit?" The ex-dummy's struggles were growing weaker, not out of acceptance of her new role as your toy, but out of sheer exhaustion. That was a pity, though, as her struggles around your prick made her feel all the better.

"Well, you get used to it over time," Attention Whore spoke up. "Unless Master wants us to stop breathing, of course. When they fuck your mouth, they can get really, really rough, and when that happens it's really best not to breathe."

You could feel your orgasm beginning to build, so you ordered your slaves to spread the ex-dummy's legs even more. You wanted to make sure every single inch of her virgin(ish) hole felt you when you exploded inside her.

"Ah! Hey, that… hurts?" The ex-dummy sounded confused as she spoke. "Is this what… pain really feels like?"

"Yeah, it's great isn't it?" Dumbelle said with a smile.

"No, it's not!" The ex-dummy complained. "How could something that hurt be good?"

"Well, the way I see it, if there's no pain, there's no gain." Dumbelle stretched the ex-dummy a little more for emphasis, causing her to constrict even more around you. "It hurts a little, but you gain a lot of pleasure too, right?"

"Yes… the pain… does feel kinda good." The ex-dummy admitted this through gritted teeth, clearly fighting back an orgasm she wasn't sure she wanted to have. "Having a real body… is getting weirder by the second!"

"Awww, are you getting confused? Well, listen up, because I've got a lesson for you that will make things a whole lot simpler~" School Slut massaged the ex-dummy's new tits. "All you need to know is that your job is making Master feel good, and as long as you do that, you don't need to think about anything else ever again."

"It's… that simple?" The ex-dummy asked herself, her pussy writhing around you as you thought. "Wait… of course it is! You gave me this body, so it is rightly yours!"

"What do you know? The scarecrow has a brain on her after all!" Poison jumped up from her little raft and smacked the ex-dummy right in the rear. "Now, show your new Master the appreciation they deserve!"

"Okay… I promise… Master… to dedicate every thought that goes through my head… from now on… to you!" As she spoke, the ex-dummy kissed your face with smooches so reverent that they might have been romantic if you weren't in a garbage dump at the moment. "I'll think up plans for you… find hiding girls for you… do everything I can to make you happy!"

Your hips slammed into the monster girl a few more times before you finally came, filling her with so much stuffing that it went spraying out around your dick in all directions. By the time you finished, she was such a helpless mess that she looked like a crash test dummy after one too many Pintos.

And so, you finally pulled yourself out of her tight, Velvet snatch and admired your new slave. You had to say, nude was a pretty good look for her, but you had a feeling that she wouldn't mind trying out some outfits for you either.

"Congrats, Master! You managed to find yourself a new slave even in… less than good conditions." Cum Rag shivered a little, clearly holding back her disgust. Good girl. "Now then… shall we search for some more?"

You nodded and took a step forward, only for you to stop as you felt a surge of power through your body. Apparently, Velvet's soul was the last one you needed to increase your LV!

What was your LV now anyways? 3? 4? 5?

Didn't matter. What mattered was that you were even more powerful now, and one step closer to getting ALL the girls. You think you could even SAVE at will now! You were going to celebrate by playing with that knife Velvet had, but sadly, it was just a dummy knife.

"Wooo, is it just me, or do you look even better than usual, Master?" Dumbelle swooned as she grabbed onto your arm.

"Yeah… for some reason, I just… can't control myself around you!" Cum Rag grabbed ahold of your other arm and held you close. "Do you think we could have sex again… right now?"

You told her that there would be plenty of time for sex once you left the dump. But, as a consolation, she could keep hugging you until said time came… or you got sick of her.

"Thank you, Master~"

Thankfully for your clothes, it did not take very long for you to get out of the dump after where Velvet had stopped you. You did have to pass by a bunch of discarded Mario fanfictions blocking the way at one point, but those didn't take too long to clear away, and most of your slaves seemed happy to be on dry land again.

All except one.

"W-wait… do you hear something?" You felt Dumbelle suddenly grip your arm twice as hard, which might have left a bruise if you weren't already LV Whosits. "That music…"

Sure enough, you listened and you heard what sounded like the soundtrack to a dollar haunted house playing through the caverns.

"What? It's just music." Cum Rag and the rest of your slaves didn't seem to be all that freaked out, but Dumbelle was shaking so much that, if she was wearing boots, she would have shaken them right off. "The beat is kinda filthy, but it's still just music."

"It's so creepy… Does this mean this place is haunted?" Dumbelle's eyes flickered back and forth, wary of even the slightest sign of movement.

"Yup." Velvet said curtly. "My cousins all live here, and I did too before you found me. That music you're hearing was actually composed by my cousin Napstablook."

"Oh no! Is this some kind of… cosmic punishment?" Dumbelle was now shaking so much that she was shaking you too, which in turn shook Cum Rag, Poison, Hack, Attention Whore, School Slut (somehow) and Mini Cherry. Especially Mini Cherry.

"It's more like a cosmic reward to me!" She was shaking so much that an orgasm was already about to shoot through her. "Oooooooh!"

"Don't moan! You're just making it worse!" Dumbelle whined.

"Augh, this music is even worse than Attention Whore's used be." Cum Rag and her duck both covered their ears. "Can we go make them shut it off?"

"Well, Napstablook plays that music whenever they're sad… well, sadder than usual, and I doubt they're going to stop any time soon," Velvet explained.

"Can't we just smash whatever's playing the music then?" Mini Cherry suggested. "Or maybe cover it in so much garlic that they don't want to get near such a strong scent?"

You rubbed your chin in thought for a moment before asking Velvet if she thought you could touch a ghost yet.

"Well, you're still physical at the moment, so… I don't think so," she replied.

That was enough for you to hear. You were moving on.

"B-but the music!" Dumbelle complained as she winked at you in fear.

You told your slave to suck her 12-pack up and get over it. You'd be out of range of the music soon enough, and you'd be sure to SAVE as soon as you were.

"Yes, Master…" she reluctantly fell in line and followed you into the next part of the cavern.

You found yourself at a crossroads, one way leading to everlasting conquest, and the other a random shop. Perhaps the shopkeep would catch your eye inside.

"Ah, yes, welcome, welcome!" An older woman sat at an even older desk inside the room. The curios around her may have been more junk than antique, but the woman herself was still looking rather fine. Her breasts were firm, her skin still shone, her blonde hair still had most of its color, her turtle shell on her back was freshly waxed, and her smile was absolutely perfect. You make sure to save a picture of the beauty in your mind before you SAVE in case her oldness was contagious. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Hmm, I don't know…" Hack picked up an old lamp and began to examine it. "We're looking for a gift for our M-, er, friend, but I'm not sure anything here is good enough." A loud crash filled the room as the mermaid woman accidentally shattered the lamp on the floor. "Ooops…"

"Not to worry, not to worry! The customer is always right, as I always say!" You smiled as the woman cackled lightheartedly. You could tell that you were going to like this girl already. "If it'll help me find what you're looking for, then you can smash everything you want!"

"Poor business model… but very appreciated!" Mini Cherry said with a bow.

"Hmmm, let me guess… your friend is the kind of person who likes games, huh?" The older woman looked you up and down carefully as she spoke. "Well, luckily for you, I have a book full of games for you right here!"

She reached underneath her table (you SAVE out of reflex) and took out a very old book of logic puzzles.

"Don't worry, it's only half done. The original owner, sadly, couldn't finish it."

You took the book and pretended to look through it before tossing it behind you and leaning forward onto the desk. Over the sound of School Slut saying "Ow" and rubbing her forehead, you asked the older woman if she knew who you were.

"Eheh, I don't know. You wouldn't happen to be that mysterious and dangerous human everyone has been talking about, would you?" She didn't look the least bit scared or confused as she talked. Such cute bravado.

You looked at the manicure that you didn't have (but kinda wanted, now that you think about it) and told her that you might be.

"Well then… I suppose you're here to rape me and add me to your ever-growing harem, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it." She laughed again, still calm. "I guess Queen Asgore was right. Humans and monsters really can't get along."

You stop your fake manicure viewing and turn back towards the turtle woman. She knew the Queen?

"Why yes, I do." She nodded. "We've been good friends for a long time now. Far longer than you've been alive. We agreed, back at the start, that trying to get to the surface would be pointless since the humans would all just enslave us. She changed her mind, but… I can see now, that it was just inevitable either way."

You were surprised. No one you've talked to has been so philosophical about it. You guessed that you never let anyone reach the 'acceptance' stage of grief before raping them before.

"Yeah, but even so… I'm not about to go out without a fight." The blonde turtle woman picked up a hammer that was far too big for someone her size to lift and held it in her hands.

You burst out laughing. Did an old lady like her really expect to do anything to you or your harem? Did she really think that she could be a hero?

"A hero? Me?" She laughed so hard you thought she might collapse. "No, I'm not a hero. I never was. But I do know that there's someone out there who will stop you. Someone who will stop at nothing to strike you down."

"Really? You… don't happen to have their name, address, and list of deadly allergies, do you?" Attention Whore spoke up.

"Well… I don't know who it is exactly… or even how many of them there are. There's no prophesy or legend that tells of them," the turtle GILF replied. "But I know they're out there… they just have to be. Otherwise… the world just wouldn't make sense."

You mimicked the woman's mouth mockingly with your unmanicured hand and told her that you had heard enough from her. If she wanted a fight so bad, you'd give it to her, but you can't promise that it would be very long.

But, just in case, you made sure to SAVE right then and there in case she had any last second tricks she wanted to pull on you.

"Eheh… Don't worry kid… if there's one thing I'm good at, it's buying time." The woman laughed again, this time much weaker. "It's how I'm still here. Besides, I've already had you here long enough."

You were about to reach out and grope her breast when she said that, causing you to pause. What did she mean by that?

"Isn't it obvious?" she asked, putting her hammer back down. "They're all gone by now. Even if you ran sprinting now, you wouldn't be able to catch them before they made it to New Home.

No.

NO!

You could… you could still get them, you just had to reload… your...

…

…

You picked up the closest thing to you - a fancy-looking teapot - and smashed it into a nearby painting. You then took an idol of some kind and used it to smash a globe right open. You grabbed a torn notebook lying on the table and ripped it into further shreds than it was before. Your slaves all cowered as you laid waste to the entire shop, breaking everything in your sight. And yet, even as you got more and more furious, the turtle bitch didn't look the least bit scared.

"Eheh, you look like you're having fun." The turtle woman leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes peacefully. "Like I said, you can smash all you want. It won't make a difference… to me."

By the time you were finished destroying the shop and ready to take your frustrations out on the turtle woman, you saw that the only thing left of the her was some dust and a bad smell. Even in the end, she had the last laugh.

"Master… are… are you okay?" Mini Cherry asked.

Your only response was heavy panting. You looked at your slaves and saw how scared they were. They could literally feel how enraged you were, and they were worried that you might lash out at them.

And oh, how easy it would be. You could break any one of them if you wanted to.

Like a twig.

"Uh… you really shouldn't trust the word of an old dingbat like her, Master!" Velvet eventually spoke up. "There's gotta be at least one girl out there who didn't make it out in time, right, girls?"

Your other slaves quickly and enthusiastically agreed.

"Yeah, I can practically smell the bitches already," Dumbelle said with a subtly-terrified wink. "There's always at least one straggler, after all~"

You told yourself, yeah, there had to be at least one girl left. There just had to be!

"Yeah, and the sooner we get out there looking for her, the sooner you can rape her!" Poison cheered.

You and the rest of your slaves all cheered after her before charging out to the next area, your soul brimming with excitement with every step you took.

Unfortunately for you, this next area was unusually dark… actually, caves are usually dark, so you supposed that you were now in the most usual part of the cave. You were just about to ask your slaves which one of them had the most flammable hair when, suddenly, the room lit up in a bright, blue light. Through the waving blades of grass, you could see fluorescent blue mushrooms… and holding them were a bunch of vines.

"Huh, this has never happened before," Velvet observed. "I mean, it's an improvement, to be sure - trying to merge into traffic here was a real pain - but the mushrooms never stayed lit on their own."

You forroughed your brow but decided it was best not to talk about it. Instead, you pressed onwards on the path towards your destiny.

"Wait, Master! Go this way!" Velvet pointed towards a path on the main road that was difficult to spot even with all the lights on. "This leads to Temmie Village! If anyone is still here in Waterfall, they'd be here!"

You follow her to the end of the road and, sure enough, you find a whole town there!

An empty town, with trash everywhere and a few half-filled briefcases lying around, but still… a town.

…

You started thinking about sticks again.

"Oh no… did everyone really get away in time?" Attention Whore asked nervously.

"Wait, I think I see someone over there!" Velvet spoke up, pointing to the far end of the cavern. "No, wait, that's just a statue of a Temmie… but maybe if we can convince my cousin to merge with it-"

"Hoi!" a bright, bubbly voice suddenly spoke up.

You all turned and saw a cat… dog… girl… thing, wearing a striped sweater, waving from behind a box in one of the corners of the room.

"Oim Temmie! And welcom to… da Tem Shop, yaya!"

Your harem let out a collective sigh of relief as you smiled and walked up to the girl. She was very cute, and the look of innocent naivete in her eyes was almost delectable to behold. To make matters even better, as you got close to her, it became clear that she was wearing her sweater - and absolutely nothing else.

Finally, some new prey.

"Let's C… Tem hav Tem Flakes, crdbord, and ppr mayd frum a reel degree!" Tem laid out her meager wares on her 'table' and showed them to you. "Sdly, education iz nut worf wut it use tu b."

You SAVE and make a motion to your harem to make sure no one could get in our out of the village before you were done with this one. Leaning on her box, you asked Temmie why she was still here.

"Because Tem run Tem Shop!" she explained. "Tem not understan y friends leaf anyways. Dey say hooman cum, but hoomans are so cuuuute! Temmie nut scared of dem!"

Pointing to yourself, you asked if that meant she thought you were cute.

"U? Cuuuute?" Her face scrunched a little as she examined you. "No. U r not cuuute."

You frowned. Didn't she realize that you were human?

"U? Hooman?" She looked at you with pity now. "Is this a joke? Are you having a chuckle? Ha ha, very funny. I'm the one with a degree."

Giving up, you decided to just go the direct route and picked the cat/dog/girl by the shirt and forcefully kissing her. This had more than the desired effect, as her eyes practically seemed to bulge out of her head as your tongue snaked into her mouth. She tasted just like Tem Flakes, though you weren't quite sure how you knew what that flavor was.

Her legs kicked for a few moments but, despite her being bigger than you, she was unable to push away. Soon, she gave up fighting all together and just let you keep kissing her. Drool began to leak past her lips and run down her chin.

"Wow… Tem feel… strang…" Tem had to uncross her eyes to get a better look at you. "Tem wrong be for. U look… nice."

"Not just nice - the NICEST!" Dumbelle corrected.

"Yes… hooman look so gud… Tem want mor! Kiz Tem mor!" She was panting by now, a desperate look in her eye. Her thighs wrapped around your leg and you could feel that she was positively soaked.

You smiled. It seemed like these girls were getting easier by the minute.

You told her that, if she wanted 'mor', then that was exactly what she was going to get. You picked her up and placed her onto her surprisingly sturdy box, brushing away all her useless items in the process.

"Du it hooman!" Temmie spread her pussy lips herself as you took off your (still kinda wet) pants and lined up with her pussy. "Maek my puss c feel gud!"

You grabbed ahold of the the woman's hips and slowly began to press into her lab-

"Aaaaaaah!' Temmy screamed out in orgasm the instant a centimeter of you was inside her.

That was… entertaining, to say the least, but you hadn't even gotten a stroke in before that happened. Oh well, you supposed this story could have multiple climaxes.

You grabbed ahold of her hips again and forced your cock deeper into her-

"Fuc! Fuk fck fc fk fock!" Temmie screamed, seemingly orgasming with every inch you slid into her. "Tem feel… tu gud… to gud… aaaaaah!"

And with that, she passed out before you could even reach her cervix.

Well you had a new slave, but that was so… unsatisfying. You could cum on demand but there was so little buildup that it wouldn't even feel good at all. You still did it, since you wanted to make sure your new Dropout was pregnant, but man… you better find someone who'll put up more of a fight, or else you might just get bored.

"Don't worry, Master, I'll carry her for you," Hack volunteered, picking the unconscious cat/dog/girl on the floor. "And if she wakes up, I can have her fuck you again as soon as you want!'

You liked that plan, but you liked the plan where you found even more girls a lot more.

"Of course, Master. Obviously, you need a lot more to satisfy you!" Attention Whore agreed. "We're over halfway to New Home by now. Once you get there, you'll have more than enough to keep your dick warm and satisfied for ever!"

"Or, until they go hunting for even more~" Poison giggled below you.

With that, you all went back to the main path and followed as far as you could. To your eternal annoyance, however, you didn't come across any girls or a city or anything there - all you found was a dead end with an echo flower waiting for you. Annoyed, you asked your slaves where the real path was.

"Oh, that was back there," School Slut pointed out.

Why didn't they lead you that way then?

"Because we were following you, of course!" Dumbelle responded with a wink.

You were about to slap yourself in annoyance when the echo flower suddenly spoke up.

"Behind you."

You all turned around and saw none other than the knight who had been pursuing you, a large, glowing blue spear in her hands.

You expected her to exposit something self-righteous at you but, to your surprise, she just charged straight forward without a word. Such fierceness, such unrelenting rage hiding behind that helmet of hers. Just seeing it filled you with… determination!

You readied yourself as your slaves cowered behind you. You would not mind losing one or two slaves if it meant capturing this fine woman, but you were prepared to at least try and swat her away before she harmed you or them. The tip of the blade came within inches of your face when, suddenly, a familiar face burst out of the grass nearby and surprised the both of you.

"Yo, Undyne! Is this a good time?" The monster kid gushed as she looked at her hero. "I know this might be kinda sudden, and you miiiight have tried to attack me before, but I'm still your number one fan and… huh?" The kid looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

Undyne didn't give the kid a chance to respond, instead grabbing her by the cheek and dragging her back down the path.

"What the- hey! Ow! Let go of me!" you could hear the monster kid whine in the distance. "At least don't tell anyone I snuck out to see you! Er, I mean…"

"Uh… that was… close?" Mini Cherry seemed entirely unsure what to say about what just happened, which was a feeling shared by the rest of your harem as well.

You told them that they could let you handle this. You would be right back with two new slaves in just a few minutes… or maybe a few hours if they were really good.

"Alright, Master! Go get 'em!" Dumbelle cheered.

"I know you can do it! Er, them!" added Mini Cherry.

You took off down the correct trail this time and soon came to a bridge spanning a large chasm. To your surprise, you could actually see Monster Kid walking across it towards you instead of running the other way away from you.

"Y-yo dude…" You could tell by the shakiness of her voice that Undyne must have told the kid a lot about you already. "Uh… Undyne said that I should stay away from you… that you've hurt a lot of people."

You stepped towards the adorable, brown girl and grabbed ahold of her sweater. She was a fine companion up until this point, but now she'd make an ever finer slave.

"W-wait, what are you doing? Why aren't you talking, dude?" You didn't listen to her and instead ripped her clothes apart, leaving her naked on the bridge. "Why are you doing this to me? I thought we were friends, dude!"

You find yourself… pausing for some reason. Friends? You two were friends? You… never really thought of her that way before. Friends don't do this kind of thing to friends, right? Maybe this was all just a bad dr-...

No. You don't have friends. Just as you thought before, she'd make a much better slave than a friend anyways. All this time you spent with her, it was all just buildup to this… so you could hear her cry out in pleasure and betrayal when you finally raped her.

"No… get away!" The monster kid could only kick at you with her impotent legs as you held her down and took off your pants.

A/N: Sorry, this took so long, but hopefully the amount of stuff that happened was worth the wait? Anyways, time to write some stuff about Boozers and Parcheesi. Anything for Tiny Tifa.