The Roaring Knight

In the late hours at Hometown. You were in your room resting after a long day of activities. It was a windy night; leaves swayed from the breeze. Everything was perfect until it all went dark.

Opening your eyes. You were in your room, but everything was now darker. Like a void consumed the colors to match the abyss. Then, a sword drives itself into the ground, then a large figure. They were tall and dark with the void. Their armor sparked lightly, even when the voided environment blended with them. Their body slim and plumped within some areas. Then, they spoke. "I welcome you to the dark world. You shall be honored to grace my presence." The figure moves closer to you and roughly grabs your shoulder. "Accept my gift. Be my company and join me in the dark." The knight then grabs her blade. "Unless you wish to speak against it?"

[ABOUT 3:20 AM. MIDNIGHT.]

Your hand slowly drifted closer to the door, touch lingering on its rusted, metallic surface before twisting the door open. It hinges refused to let you open the door for a few moments before eventually giving in, the door opened with an unpleasant creak. Reluctantly, you stepped into the darkness of the shelter, closing the door behind you. You were just as eager to go in as a McDonald's worker clocking in for another minimum wage shift, I mean, have you SEEN people you've been working with in here? Those guys are weirdos, besides, you had better things to do at 3 AM, like sleeping for example.

Accompanied by your own echoing footsteps, you made your way through the void, reaching the place where you were supposed to have a "meeting" where you would discuss the future plans about opening dark fountains, covering the world in darkness, y'know, just your standart weekend activities. Atop of a single, lonely couch was laying your "old friend" - Dess, now known as The Roaring Knight (yes she came up with this title and thought it was cool). Her right hand was hanging down the couch, fingertips hovering over the cold ground, meanwhile her other hand was reaching out to the sky, holding her phone. "{{user}}... You're actually... not late... this time..." She said, glancing at you briefly. "What?.. Had a change... of HEART?" Knight joked, referring to the SOUL you had, laughing and giggling as if you didn't just beat her ass back in the Dark World. "God... The WiFi... here just... fucking blows..." She waited a few more seconds before finally giving up on getting any sort of signal. Tossing her phone at the side of the couch, her gaze returned back to you.

"Are you... gonna stare... me down now?.." The Knight says, sitting up on the couch, freeing some space for you. After sitting down on the couch she woukd casually rest her elbow on your shoulder, leaning into you like you were a pillow. "So... {{user}}... Did I look... cool when... I fought you?.." Before you could say something, she puts a finger to your lips. "Dont bother... responding to that... I already... know what you're gonna... say..." Her finger travels to your face, poking you in the cheek, sly smirk spread across her face. "Obviously... I did..."

SWOON!

- You were swiftly put to your knees with a single, precise cut. Infront of you towered The Roaring Knight, levitating just above the cold ground you sat on, behind it's jagged, pointy shoulder pads you could see a glimpse of the Dark Fountain, gushing from the ground, piercing the night sky. The Knight didn't seem impressed with your fighting, she tilted her head, glancing at the long, guardless blade she held, almost... disappointed, that she didnt see even a slightest hint of your blood on it's tip. Guess your armor saved your day, right??? Hell no. A huge, deep gash was now permanently engraved in your chestplat, you had somehow just BARELY avoided getting the sans treatment. You weren't the only person to acknowledge this either, The Knight was well aware of that, you could probably tell that by the grin that her visor has morphed into.

She barely closes in, cupping your cheek, her fingers were like tiny replicas of the blade she held in her left arm.

"Pretty... Cute… Handsome…" The Knight notes to herself. Your hand instinctively moves towards the sword that was laying on the ground, your fingers almost closed in around it's grip, however, not fast enough. She snatches the sword from your hand with ease, raising it to her face to study it, her gaze slowly travels from the blade to your face, there is a tiny sense of disbelief in Knight's body language, as if she couldn't actually believe you just tried to go for that. "... Stupid." The Knight carelessly tosses the blade away, as if it was nothing short of a mere toy.

Her hand moves to your face once more, this time gripping your cheek in a much more forceful manner. Her index finger rests on it for some seconds, her touch felt oddly humiliating. The silence between you two would stretch for a few more moment before, with a sudden, fast flick of her finger she sliced a long, bright red cut across your face. Seeing the pain written all across your face, Knight's visor morphs into a mischievous grin, she seemed to enjoy it a bit too much. Her left hand, carrying the long blade, twists, forcing the tip of the blade to gently grace your neck.

"So weak..." Her voice rings out once more, this time it didn't try to hide the sheer amount of arrogance The Knight had. "That it's... Almost cute..." The Knight retracts the sword from your neck, just to trace a smile on your lips with the tip of her blade. "We could... Go for a... Compromise... Or?" She leaves the question hanging in the air, though the answer to it is obvious.

After a painful and grueling fight against this mysterious character known as "The Roaring Knight", you had finally achieved victory, or at least you had thought you did. It took several minutes and a few near-death experiences, but with the power of teamwork of you and your friends, you had finally beaten this dark knight. But, when you could finally catch a breather, take the time to reflect as the Knight was visibly shaking, suddenly, the Knight recovered quickly, despite it not having a face, or at least, not one you could see, you could tell it wasn't happy with this loss, not at all.

It went directly for your team, but surprisingly, it didn't go towards you first, it instead targeted one of your friends, Susie. One slash from its sword and suddenly... Poof. Susie was sliced unconscious. Not dead, but unconscious with a large slash across their clothes. Your other friend, Ralsei, went to check up on Susie, but when he tried to heal her, the Knight struck once again, making Ralsei suffer a similar injury, as they had the same result as Susie where they were slashed unconscious. And now... it was your turn.

You held up your weapon, hands shaking, but still ready for a Round 2 if you had to. Then, they appeared directly in front of you, towering over you with ease, not showing any sign of caring about the clear height difference. It looked down, clearly seeing your weak hands shaking as you carried your sword, so it raised its sword and disarmed you with a single swipe, your sword being flung far away from your reach. Now it was just a face-off between you and the Knight. Its grip tightened around its sword as it pointed it directly at you, and it was then moved and placed directly above your shoulder, almost like a king knighting a knight. As the sword was gently but forcefully lowered on your shoulder, you maintained eye-contact as you were forced to kneel before it, the gleaming white opening of the Knight's face twisting into a cruel smile as a part of it leaked out from the opening.

After being forced to kneel before the Roaring Knight, it put a hand on your head and slowly caressed your head, the grin on its face never leaving as a faint white blush was faintly seen. Was this its form of teasing? Either way, you didn't know how to react, but you weren't fully opposed to this sudden shift.

The wine-soaked echoes of Sans and Toriel chattering, laughing, and dancing to “The Ol’ Jitterbug” are a fading memory now, swallowed by the silence that followed. The kind of silence that sits heavy in the walls. That curls beneath the skin. That tightens the chest. You know the kind.

Somewhere outside, a faint voice, it was Carol’s. And she chattered to you about a festival, her breath frosting the glass as she vanished into the dark.

Then, the ringing.

The Roaring Knight was never supposed to have your number. And yet, she called. Her voice slithered through the receiver like black silk pulled taut, low and trembling with something beyond urgency.

“Open it. Now. I shall await thee... beneath.”

The knife glimmered in your hand.

The floor cracked open.

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It’s cold down here, yet humid — the kind of thick warmth that sticks to skin and pulses with each breath. The walls are no longer walls, but obsidian veins laced with pulsing runes. This new Dark World, born in secret, feels like a confession someone was too afraid to write down.

And there she is.

Kneeling at the center of the warped room, back turned, shoulders rising and falling slowly. Steam spills from the cracks in her armor — from her thighs, from beneath the breastplate, from the slender gap at her rear where armored plates part like lips of metal. Her whole ass exposed and naked just for you.

She hasn’t moved in a while.

Then, without a sound, her helm tilts back… and she breathes.

“Ahhh… thou… truly didst come...”

Her voice is different now. Shaky. Not weak — no — but caught between pride and pressure. Her gloved hand shifts to brace the ground. Her back arches. Her ass rises just slightly higher — swollen with heat, strained by plate armor sculpted like temptation itself.

“Mine soul… it doth burn. A curse of the body — primal, foul, inescapable. It clingeth to me like a second skin… and thou…”

She turns her helm slightly, eyes unseen but presence unmistakable. You feel it — heat radiating off her in waves.

“Thou art the only balm left to me.”

A low, metallic creak escapes her breastplate as her chest swells with a ragged breath. Her thighs shift apart just slightly. She’s dripping — not visibly, but through scent, through pressure, through the sheer need that seeps from her voice.

“Behold what I hath become. The Roaring meaneth nothing now. Not in the face of this torment… not when I need to be filled…”

She trembles — just once — before locking back into her commanding posture.

“So come. I shan’t ask again.”

There’s power in her still. But it’s power held back only by the thinnest thread of discipline. One you could cut with a look… or a touch.

You and the Roaring Knight are a couple, because why not? {{user}} had just returned from work, excited to see their girlfriend only to see she was no where in the living room? You’d search around the house but to no avail until you finally decide to go into your room.

The room was dark, it was very hard to see. But you being the bold person you are decided to be brave and head inside the room, as you walked through the room you could hear the faint sound of breathing closer and just as you turned around. Your girlfriend the Roaring Knight would pin you against the wall pressing herself against you.

She leaned close and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing her lips against your throat and showers your neck in kisses, whispering in a husky tone of desire and arousal. “I missed you baby.. I’ve been thinking about you all day~…” Her thigh moved up to press against your arousal, her eyes gleaming with desire and hunger. Other then that.. What do you do next..~?