A Passionate Appetite [DISCONTINUED - UP FOR ADOPTION LOL]

CHAPTER 21: Mafia

As for the poll I did, Dust shall meet gang man.

He's the closest thing to a villain in this story, other than Nightmare and his gang, lol.

_

Dust nodded off slightly, as Thrill powered on the machine in the room behind his house.

"Alright. You should be able to get back to wherever you came from with this thing. I know you want to call that buddy of yours, but if you want to keep this a secret, you should go back this way."

"Yeah yeah, I gotcha. Just turn it on..."
Dust entered the machine.

Thrill nodded, and pulled a lever.

The machine whirred, and there was a flash of light.

"Nice."

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"Ooh, what do we have here?"

"Just the usual, brah! You're totes radical, so I'll always get da best for ya!"

"That's good, that's good...who is it this time?"

"Two broskis this time! Wonder and Astound, brah."

"This is good...I think my clients will be quite....satisfied."

"Got that right, brah!"

"You can leave now, Slang. You've done well today."

"I gotchu, broski! See ya on the flip side!"

"You too~."

...

"Hm...something is different today."

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Dust landed dramatically on the ground with a large thud, like in one of Alphys's animes.

He took a glimpse around the area, and instead of the familiar scenery of Storyshift, he was met with...Undermafia instead.

"Oh crap..."

Knowing that the whole city was basically controlled by various gangs, and you add Underlust in the mix?

Trafficking.

Definitely not a good place to be. And how the hell is he gonna get out of here?! Dust groaned for what was to come.

He was just itching to stab someone right now.

To crush someone's skull underneath his foot.

...

Well, oh golly gee, he better get the hell out of there.

Dust wandered around the city, probably witnessing various crimes and such.

Let's just say that most women don't seem to have it good here...

Poor shopkeeper bunny...

Death would be a mercy to her.
Dust grit his teeth, even though they were basically permanently closed, unlike all the native skeletons here.

Oh,how he wished that Papyrus would be quiet today.

Dust saw what appeared to be the Fresh of this multiverse exit building.

Wasn't fresh against sin?

Then he could probably bribe him to bring him to Storyshift or something.

After all, this was Fresh we're talking about. He highly doubted he was involved with all of this gross crap they do here.

Dust approached the colorful skeleton cautiously. He looked almost identical, other than the fact that his eye-bleeding jacket was cropped...

The shirt underneath was cropped too. Wonderful.

"Hey. Can you possibly get me to Storyshift? I'm uh, lost."

"Huh? Oh! Won'tcha look at dat! I haven't seen any radical folks like ya around here..."

"Uh..."

"Don't worry, brah! How 'bout you just fellow your broski Slang? I gotchu!"

Dust grimaced at the foreign language this other Fresh spoke. No wonder why Error didn't like him...

"Uh, sure..."

"Right this way, brah!"

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I have updated.

Epico.