~no one's pov~
As the day went on and Lust is doing her day job as a waitress in a local dumb of a restaurant she always had Horror on her mind, she just couldn't stop thinking about him and what is he doing now, is he thinking about her? And what does Horror REALLY think about herself...? Thoughts flooded her mind, building up anxiety in her chest made her soul pound hard and tighten making her dizzy. She couldn't hold herself up right. Lust put her hand on the bar for leverage taking in slow deep breaths. She needed to stop thinking about him, she needed to get back to work, but what she really needed, was Horror, in her life, so she would know that he isn't going to leave her behind. As she took another deep breath she stood proud, chest up and shoulders relaxed and started going back to work. Since when did she need a man to depend on?!
It's just like the others, see them get drunk and throw money at her when she stripped, then get called by one to have a little fun. Take the money and leave but also take a little extra while your at it. It's just like the others, she was a fool to think it was different. Such a fool. It's child's play.
She sighs. The day must go on.
And it does, like any day, she's back at the strip club, getting ready in the back. Once she walks out on that stage she gives the people what they want. A full f*cking show. Up and down, spin here a spin there, moving slowly so they see every inch of Lust's body. Yes she was a beautiful skeleton in her echo form, men would call her thick and perfect like a ripe red juicy apple. Hell, women even would say that, but alas, women want to show too so they call her fat and disgusting on the side lines. Sure it bothered Lust, but, in a way that..
In a way that she could hurt herself if there is one more push.
Up, down, side to side, tongue out, pose to look like she's on a plater. That would just be the appetizer, the main course would be her taking off her clothes showing off a lace bra and lace underwear. Pose, Pose, slide slowly up the pole. Get stuffed by the men's money in her bra. Done. She walk off stage, tired, worn out. Finally getting into nice clothes to leave.
That would be the night. And she would repeat that every week.
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I met you that night
FanfictionHorror has been working with the bad guy sans's for awhile now. But day something changes when he goes to the bar for a drink. He meets someone, that changes his life for ever.
