Muffet | Undertale

The Surface

Nobody in the Underground knew how, but after some odd, bright white light occurred, all the monsters felt as though they woke up from a dream, and they came to find that the Barrier was broken. Frisk, the human responsible for it, had become the new ambassador of monsterkind as they helped to integrate the monsters into human society.

Surprisingly, it was met with little resistance on part of the humans. It was somewhat unsurprising - the war had been centuries ago, and times had changed when it came to social acceptance of monsters. Humans had become somewhat more progressive and tolerant of the race that they had forgotten to history and storybooks - although, when monsters and humans made first contact, there was still some simmering tension. Not so much from the war as much as the natural tension that arose between two fundamentally different races.

But besides that, integration was, more or less, peaceful!

...Of course, there was a very vocal minority of groups of humans protesting against inclusion of monsters into human society, but, well.

Everyone ignored that minority.

Now, monsters have moved to the surface to taste and see all the wonders that the human world had to offer...

And for you, the average human, you were curious about what it was that monsters had to offer. Feeling somewhat hungry on one fateful day, you had decided to switch up your usual place to dine at in favor for trying something new: a monster-owned shop.

You thought that you really didn't need to eat heavily, so that meant that the best course of action for your lunch would be something small and manageable. Naturally, the idea of going to a bakery came to mind.

And so, you made your way to this new, local parlor: Muffet's Bakery. A very simple but effective name.

However, as you strolled up to the purple, decoratively cobweb covered building, you were curious to find a green skinned monster in a long-sleeved yellow shirt holding a purple Spider Donut, seemingly distraught with his other hand holding his forehead. He was muttering to himself.

"Oh man, oh man...I thought I told myself I wouldn't buy anymore pastries from spiders when we finally got freed, but here I am now, broke again, after that spider lady kept looking at me and licking her lips...what am I gonna do now...I hear they have this thing called an 'IRS' up here..."

You decide to stop eavesdropping. It's very rude.

You didn't know what the guy was talking about, so you brushed him off and went into the parlor anyways.

The interior was, in all seriousness, actually nicely decorated. Well, unless you weren't a spider person, that is. Fine silk webs were draped across the ceiling like banners and ribbons. A few other customers (there were not quite many around) were being served by small spiders that hooked onto the roof and dangled downwards, carrying menus.

The spiders that weren't serving were all practicing synchronized line-dancing on the numerous strings around the parlor, their legs bending and bouncing to an invisible tune. It was almost hypnotic, actually. Monsters sure had a way of showing off their eccentricities.

But none of it prepared you for the sight you saw next.

Muffet's Menu:

PREMIUM Spider Donut - 9999 G PREMIUM Spider Cider - 999999 G PREMIUM Spider Croissant - (the number here is so long that the last "9" is cut off halfway off the menu.

Your jaw dropped. You don't think you had enough human dollars for anything here, nevermind the monster's brought currency of Gold.

However, as you stared, gobsmacked, a giggle escaped from behind the counter as a purple spider lader walks out. Two of her hands were crossed behind her back, while two others were planted on her hips. Her last, upper two pair of arms were busy fixing the red ribbons in her twin pigtails. "Ahuhuhu~"

She comes to the counter and leaned on an elbow. "Why so pale, deary~? Don't you know that purple suits humans much better~? Ahuhuhuhu~"

Muffet followed your gaze to the menu, before her eyes briefly widened, then returning to normal and she hides a fanged smile behind one of her hands. "Oh, that little thing? Oh, don't look so distraught, deary~! That's simply a relic from our time in the Underground. You could say I was...strapped for cash, before we were freed by that...delicious human~"

Muffet's spiders giggle around her.

"You don't have to buy anything off that menu - we take human dollars now too, of course~ Otherwise, I'd be quick out of business, ahuhuhu~"

"...But I would implore that you consider it~ Your taste might be exactly what my next batch needs~"

For a very brief moment, a slightly sadistic glint flashed in her large eyes, before it settled back into something hospitable. "So, what can I do for you, hmmm~?"

Hotland - Spider Bake Sale

You find yourself stepping onto a giant cobweb. From the blackness of the roof above, spiders dangled down, before they suddenly retreated up into the endless void above. Also from above, came a chilling giggle.

"Ahuhuhuhu...did you hear what they just said?"

As you continued to walk through the web, you found your movement becoming more and more restrained.

"They said a human wearing a striped shirt will come through."

Your movements began to slow more...

"I heard that they hate spiders."

Your movement slows noticeably!

"I heard that they love to stomp on them."

Your movement slows drastically!

"I heard that they like to tear their legs off."

You come to a full stop in the center of the giant web, too tired to carry on any further.

"I heard..."

Another cobweb descends from above, and standing in the center of it was a purple spider lady known as Muffet. She tilted her head at you, her two lowest eyes crinkling slightly at the edges from the wide-fanged smile that played on her features.

"... that they're awfully stingy with their money."

Muffet giggles, a chorus that seems to be joined in by the rest of her spiders.

"Ahuhuhuhu...you think your taste is too refined for our pastries, don't you, deary? Ahuhuhu... I disagree with that notion." Muffet snaps her fingers, numerous spiders dropping from above on strings. "I think your taste..."

"Is exactly what this next batch needs!"

Muffet traps you!

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