It was a nice day, by hotland standards. The boiling lava kept the area at a temperature a bit higher then what most monsters would find pleasant, but to hotland monsters, it was rather cold. Nothing hot pastries and cider couldn't fix! Muffet made her way down to her shop, two arms pushing a cart of freshly made foodstuff, the other four waving and warming greeting the monsters she passed. It was no time at all before she reached her 8-legged table, soft checked cloth overtop. The spider lady removed a tray of donuts from the cart, along with three cresants, a jug of cider, and a folded piece of paper, reading "SALE! 1 Spider Donut (100% real spiders!) only 3333G". With all her arms she placed the items on the table, and waited. Like catching flies, she thought. All you need is patience.
So Muffet waited. And waited. At one point, a vulkin walked past her parlor. She offered it a friendly smile and gestured to the donuts, but it ran away... screaming. Oh well, she thought. It'll come around eventually. And if it doesn't, it might make a nice lava cookie. She chuckled at the thought. Not that she would ever do it, but she could daydream.
A while later, Muffet started to grow bored. She poked a donut. A spider leg that was sticking out of it quivered, but the donut had begun to harden and stale, sitting in the heat. With another hand, she started throwing boomerangs, just to entertain herself. More time passed, and she thought of packing up. Then she heard footsteps.
Muffet immediately perked up, adjusted the sign, put the boomera- cresant back, and put on a smile. The monster was a pyrope, hopping along and burning brightly. He stopped and turned to the spiders assortment of pastries. He frowned.
"Wait, are these MADE OF spiders?" he asked.
"Only the finest for such a fine customer!" Muffet cooed. "All proceed go to re-"
"But aren't you a spider? Why would you turn other spiders into FOOD!?" he asked, concerned.
"Why, what else would I make them out if, silly?" she responded, unphased.
"Like, dough? Batter? Ah... normal, non-cannibal stuff?" the pyrope stated.
"Well, if you don't want food made from spiders, I think YOU would make a simply scrumptious cake," she said with a small giggle. Her grin then grew much bigger as her eyes narrowed on the fire monster. "What do you say?" she said menacingly.
The pyrope, in response, backed away slowly, before making a mad dash back the way he came.
Muffet was a bit surprised by the reaction, and stared at the pyrope as he fled. Once he was gone, she went back to leaning of the table.
" I don't get why I never sell anything..." she pouted.
Well, this is the last chapter. Well, probably. It's the last chapter I already had done, so the chances of me continuing are slim to none, especially since this story has no favorites, follows, or reviews at the time of this update. Besides, I have Scolipede guild to work on...Well, if you've read this far, thank you. Well, buh-bye!