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guide to staying warm in a spookyhouse: steal

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The Duke of Food part 02

Nothing too much to say here. Based off some pics I've drawn. All characters belong to Toby Fox.

Story under cut.

Come oneth… Go down…

Rouxls pressed his hands down on his bloated belly, which was now bigger from eating the bucket of sweets from the other day. He thought this was all just a bad dream and he would wake up from it soon. Well… He had fallen asleep, and he found that he was still bloated and bigger. He looked due with six babies now. He was trying to get his belly to go down by pressing his hands vigorously into the large mass, hoping it would just shrink down.

But alas, it was all for the sounds of sloshing and groaning, but no shrinking. Rouxls looked down at himself and saw that he was still just as big as before. He groaned and sat down in the chair. “This is ridiculous! What sorteth trickery doth jester put on me?!” he grabbed the sides of his belly once more, squeezing it a bit roughly. “When I find him- URP!” the belch felt like it came out of nowhere and Rouxls covered his mouth as fast as he could. His eyes bolted around to see if anyone was around to hear that. He waited a few moments before he uncovered his mouth and sighed. "I'll beith the laughing stock of the castle! Whateth I-"

"Lesser dad!" A familiar child voice called out from just down the hallway. Rouxls eyes went wide in horror and he looked to the door.

"Ah-!" He looked around his shop for something to hide his belly with. Most of the items around the shop were much too small for what he needed. He then spotted the item that was perfect for the situation and ran to it.

Lancer came into the shop and closed the door behind him. "Hey, lesser dad!" He said, looking right at Rouxls as he was sitting behind his large, pink puzzle box, grinning while having his head resting in both of his hands. "What's the box for?" The prince asked as he walked over.

"This olde thing?" Rouxls asked and patted the side of the dusty box, which covered his hand in a thin layer of dust. "I waseth thinking of… Thou! I thought perhaps it doth easier to chat this wayeth!"

"Oh, sweet!" Lancer sat right across from Rouxls and pulled out his MP3 player. "I put some sweet tunes on here recently and wanted us to listen!"

Rouxls grin faltered for a moment at the sight of the outdated device and earbuds. He should've known this is what Lancer wanted to do. "Don't thou haveth other things to do?"

Lancer tapped his chin in thought for a moment. "Nope!" He grinned. "Got the servants to do what they need to do!" he picked up one of the earbuds and puts it in Rouxls’s ear, then puts the other earbud in his. He then pressed the play button and kept his toothy grin on.

Rouxls didn’t know how to take this in, and had a look of disgust as random cartoon noises played for a moment. He would never understand the appeal of hearing such sounds all day and every day with no signs of exhaustion. If he could, he would be finding an excuse to leave and wander the dungeons to clean his palette.

Instead, he now needed an excuse for why his belly was suddenly starting to gurgle. Sweat drops formed on his face and he looked down at his swollen middle. The swollen mass growled again and he watched it ripple for a moment. His eyes bolted back up and he tried to keep his cool as Lancer looked confused. “I didn’t put these noises on here…” Lancer said as he looked at his MP3.

“Ah…” What a tempting excuse to tell Lancer that he must’ve downloaded a file that forgot to mention what noises it had in it. However, Rouxls felt his stomach growling again and a bit of pain as he grabbed his middle to try to stop it. “Are thou hungry?”

“I am a little.” Lancer said, looking a bit excited. “What we gonna eat? Some roux?”

“I needeth to make more. I… Finished offeth the pot the other day.”

“Wow, you must’ve sold a lot, then!”

“Er… Yes…” Rouxls smiled nervously. “If thou canneth keep an eye on the doors, I shall maketh more.” “Okay!” Lancer turned his back to the other and stared at the door with his tongue sticking. Rouxls glanced at the door for a moment, then to Lancer to make sure he wasn’t looking.

The duke got himself up from the box and made sure his belly didn’t hit it. He kept his eyes on Lancer as he backed up to the stove and started work on making the roux. As he would make the thick substance, he couldn’t help but feel the anxiety of having eyes on him right now. His breathing was as shallow as it could be. With each ingredient he grabbed and all the stirring in circles, his hands would shake. His eyes shut tightly when he felt pain from his stomach from all the quiet growling it was doing.

Though the time to make the roux wasn’t too long, it felt like an eternity to Rouxls. He was about to pour some worms into the roux, but then he felt a hunger pang hit him hard and he dumped the whole jar’s worth in the pot. “Is it almost done, Lesser Dad?” Lancer asked, still keeping an eye on the door while listening to his MP3 player. “It smells really good!”

“Almosteth.” Upon hearing that it smelled good, Rouxls couldn’t help but take a quick sniff of the roux. His eyes widened a bit and he felt his belly rumbling once more. He took a quick glance at the prince. Lancer was still looking at the door. Rouxls quickly scooped some of the roux into two bowls.

It was as if the hunger gave him a newfound strength. Rouxls couldn’t stop himself as he took hold of the pot handles, but then pulled his hands back when he realized how hot the handles were. “Ooh…” he quickly pulled out a couple potholders and was able to pick the pot up with ease. He put the edge to his lips and took a sip before pulling it back. “Oweth.” he muttered, before taking another sip and pulling it back to say “Oweth.” once more. He did this a few more times before he could finally keep the end of the pot high while he chugged down on the roux once he got immune to the heat.

Rouxl’s newly bloated middle was now pressing against the counter and stove, with a bit of it being squished and poking against the edge. He set the pot back down onto the stove and sighed in content. “Thateth better…” he said quietly. He was about to pick up the two bowls when he felt dread hit him like a brick wall.

“WOAH! YOU ATE THAT ENTIRE POT BY YOURSELF, LESSER DAD!” Lancer said in shock, looking right at the duke.

“L-Lancer?!” Rouxls cheeks started to flush a light blue while he tried to hide his belly. “I toldeth thou to watch the door!”

“I was, really! Then I wanted to see if you were done and watched you chug that pot down!” the prince replied. “Did you save some for me?” “Of course! Be rude of me to not serve thy sire.” Rouxls felt pure embarrassment as he picked up the two bowls and came over to the box.

“How is your middle so bloated?!” Lancer watched as the belly went into hiding once Rouxls sat down.

Rouxls felt his belly getting squished between his legs. He sighed, setting the bowls down onto the box. “I’m figuring thateth out as welleth…”

“You don’t just suddenly start eating though!” Lancer said. He stood up and tried to see the belly over the box. Rouxls quickly responded by leaning forward to hide it, but got his belly more squished in the process. “I wish I could eat so much! Maybe without a belly… But still! Eating a lot would be neat to have to scare off the heroes!”

“You would not liketh it! It’s awful!” Rouxls sat on his legs and looked down at his belly, while it was squished slightly to the box and quite squished between his legs. “This keeps… Growing! I shant knoweth what to do!” He puts his hands on his belly and lightly squishes it.

“Why not stop eating?” Lancer questioned, sounding quite genuine.

Rouxls would’ve snapped at that if it was anyone else. For Lancer, he gave the prince a small sigh. “I hunger… Like earlier. I hath no control over it.”

“Well… You can’t control hunger anyway, right?” The prince’s tongue stuck out a bit as he showed a bit of concern for his lesser dad.

“That is trueth… It doth end after eating.” Rouxls thought a bit into it, then shook his head. “Doth not worryith for me, Lancer! Tis but another puzzle for the Duke of Puzzles to Solve!”

“Yeah! You’re the best puzzle master ever!” Lancer said, hitting his hands on the box hard, which caused some dust to fly up. He coughs a bit while Rouxls fans the dust away quickly.

Rouxls couldn't help but smirk a bit at the comment. "Eat thou's roux before it doth get too cold.

Lancer sat back down and started to eat the roux. Rouxls looked down at his bowl for a moment, before just picking up the bowl and eating it all in one go. Lancer watched quietly,  clearly impressed by what he was seeing. "You must be really hungry!" The prince said.

"At least not, for noweth…" Rouxls set the bowl down and looked down at his swollen belly. It was still an unsettling sight for him. "How much bigger-" his thoughts were interrupted by a cartoon belch when he looked back up and saw Lancer next to him with an earbud next to his head. Lancer grinned while his tongue was sticking out. "Alright… foreth a few minutes." He said, sighing. Lancer sat down and the two put the earbuds in their ears, returning to the activity while seeing if anyone else would come to the shop.

End of part 02

[evolutiontale-au]

Name: Asgore Dreemurr, the King of the Underground and Monsterkind.

Nickname: My wife calls me Gorey, sometimes... and Gerson, naturally, likes to call me Fluffybuns.

Age: Adult- I bear two vertical stripes, just as my wife does.

Gender: Male, just in case the deep voice didn't make it clear to you. Oh, you can't hear this? My apologies.

Sexuality: ...? I love my wife.

Species: Monster, of the Boss variety.

Powers: The magic of our family is based within the elements of earth and fire. It is used primarily for destruction, but if one knows how, it can be used for healing as well. Do try not to require either usage...

Weapons: We wield in equal measures a trident and a greatsword; but the trident is saved for more... official occasions.

Weaknesses: If you want to know this, you should ask someone else. We would not share our vulnerabilities so easily.

Appearance:

Height: 8'6"- without counting my horns. With the horns considered, I am closer to 9'4".

Weight: 130lbs- average for my species.

Body Type: Sturdy, with more muscles hidden beneath my fur than you'd think... and also, I have been referred to as being fluffy.

Skin Tone: Hidden by my fur, it is a pale off-white, similar to that of milk.

Eyes: My eyes are a murky yellow, as though they were tainted alongside my soul...

Hair: My fur is the same shade of cream as my wife's. I also have a golden beard and mane; quite fluffy.

Favorite Clothing Style: Black pants, with two grey stripes running down the sides, rest beneath my golden greaves. A black long-sleeved shirt is worn underneath my golden chestplate and bracers. My gold pauldrons secure my deep blue cloak in place; the cloak made to match my wife's favored dress.

Scars/Characteristic Markings: ...the scars I bear rest upon my soul, young ones. Worry not; you shant see them at all.

Personality: I have been told by many that I am a fair ruler, and I would have to agree. I wait to hear all sides of an issue before progressing forward, and the collective needs of my people are generally present in the back of my mind during consideration. Of course, I won't always favor the many over the individual, in certain circumstances. Sometimes there simply comes an individual person who stands out from the rest...

Likes: Gardening. My wife. Most of her adopted children. The sunlight shining through the Barrier. Baking fudge brownies.

Dislikes: Humans. The stacks of paperwork on my desk. The subtle murders present among our people. Humans.

History: When I was born, the War was just about to reach its climax. We had lived in Immortal territory, then. For those not fighting, this was the safest place to live; you see, the Immortals had declared neutrality in the War, and conflict was not allowed on their land. Alas, the Humans that also lived there were becoming subtly hostile, in order to drive us out... Had my parents but known this, they wouldn't have moved us back to the last of Monster territory; back to Mt. Ebbot.

I was only a lad of four horizontal stripes when our race was trapped within our own safe haven. The Seven Mages responsible for this had been coerced into such action by threat to their loved ones; I blame them not. They could have done much worse. They could have, instead, ERASED us all... but they didn't.

I don't blame them... but I do blame the Humans.

As I grew up, the Queen of that time set the foundations for the new era we were entering, and an experimental system of education was developed. So many children numbered against so few adults; it was a necessity for us to be occupied in some way. What better way would there be than education? I'm not complaining- at the first school established, I met Toriel... and fell in love with her.

We graduated together, and after jumping through several hoops for her mother's approval, we were finally free to have our Bonding Ceremony. We were taught many lessons, how to carry ourselves and rule, and then the Queen Fell Down to Rest.

Together, Toriel and I led the Underground for many years following. Our son, Asriel, was born not long after our mother died, and he was so full of life. He used to run around with a... hmm, what was it... a chemistry set? Yes, that sounds right. He'd run around with a chemistry set, and if you looked away from him for a second, off he was getting into trouble and mixing up another explosion! Oh, the joy and satisfaction on his face... I couldn't deny him that, so I pretended not to see him sneaking away a few times.

I wish I hadn't. Stars above, I wish that I hadn't, that last time...

A Human child, with a soul of Patience so pure and bright, Fell into the Underground. Her name was Cheydan, and she was so sweet, so innocent, that Asriel fell in love with her instantly. They were nothing less than adorable, running around the palace and causing mayhem together, playing and enjoying life... but it was all a lie.

That girl, that Human that my son trusted with his life, ended it. She killed my son... my only son... and I can still feel the Hatred I have in my soul for her.

The next thing I recall after finding my son's Dust in the garden, was holding the soul of the girl. It glowed bright, as it always did, and I felt the urge to simply shatter it... but I couldn't. Seven Human Souls to break the Barrier, the Mages had told us. Seven Human Souls, or a thousand years; whichever came about first.

If those Mages were still alive, I'd ask them why they lied. They said that neither Human nor Monster could pass through the Barrier; yet somehow, Humans have been Falling.

...I apologize. I cannot speak anymore. Please, return later if you have any more questions.

Other: Cherish the ones that you have now, for you never know when they'll be ripped away.

[neutralparent]

come spend the night with me

of course some shit happens.... but i still just want to be here for you.. is that what you want? or are you determined to shut people out by destroying yourself, time and time again. im still here, your heads still above water but you closed your eyes when i put out my hand and you covered your ears and shouted “i can’t.” i don’t see the exterior, i dont see the slips. i cant hear your claims, coming off of your lips which so easily distract my wellbeing. maybe we both need to open our eyes. i want to know myself, not a substance. no matter how many times i say this i still return, so it must be the same to you. difficult at best, ignorant at worst. i want to offer but i dont want to care. i say that as if i wouldnt take one for you, take any of them. but we have yet to acquire, or yet do we? all i know is these feelings keep flowing through every inch of my being, every ounce rushing in me, rushing in the door, rushing up the stairs, rushing into your arms... can that fix a fix? knowing im here? but shant i control my own before diving into you? delving into your oceans, doing what i can to drain you. alas i carry myself away, swoop my rescue, float back down in me to find you, still here. still giving me your eyes. and i wouldnt change it, believe it or not.