"I hate spiders," Flowey grumbled.
"That came out of the blue," you say.
"Not really," Flowey said, "Muffet's at her bake sale. We better buy something."
Muffet was spider, of course, with six arms, five eyes, two legs, two pigtails, two teapots filled with blood, and a black dress. You defiantly didn't want to offend her.
"I have 5g," you say.
"That's not going to be enough. Let's just pretend we didn't see her sale."
You duck into a cave. There was cobwebs everywhere. Maybe this wasn't the best path.
But before you could get out of the cave, you heard a voice.
"Ahuhuhuhu… Did you hear what they just said?"
"I hate spiders," Flowey squeaked.
"They said a human wearing a striped shirt will come through."
"I really hate spiders," Flowey grumbled.
"I heard they hate spiders."
"I really really -"
You sighed, "I get it."
"Sorry." Flowey said
"I heard they love to stomp on them."
"I heard they like to tear their legs off.
"I heard…"
You were waist deep in spider webs and dust by now. There was no going back. You struggled as the purple spider appeared.
"… that they're awfully stingy with their money."
"I don't have any money!" you yell out to Muffet, but she either didn't hear you, or ignored you.
"Ahuhuhuhu… You think your taste is too refined our pastries, don't you, deary? Ahuhuhu… I disagree with that notion. I think your taste… Is exactly what this next batch needs!"
"What is it will all these monsters wanting to eat me? First Mettaton, and now Muffet?" you say.
"Whoa, calm down," Flowey replied, "Not all the monsters want to eat you. Some just want to take your soul and -"
"That's worse," you sigh.
Flowey would have probably retorted, but a battle sequence came up. Seems Muffet got tired of waiting.