Guardian Angel [UNDERTALE]

N°3 [ ...only she has my eyes.]

Plum couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't take the insults, the lustful looks, the inappropriate gestures, the disgust and hatred that were projected in his face.

He couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't take any more acting, pretending to enjoy himself when he was in bed with a customer. He couldn't stand hearing 'poor bitch' over and over again where he wanted love notes, or being beaten up where he would have liked to be cuddled.

He couldn't take it anymore.

That night was no exception. As he forced a smile on his face, as he wiggled his hips in the middle of the crowd, as he felt unknown hands touching his sexy but feverish body... He felt like he was about to crack. He felt like he was going to crack right in the middle of his workplace.

While yet another customer was paying him, dragging him into the sticky toilet only to take it out on him, get his kicks and leave him alone and dirty, he felt that tears would soon fall from his eyes.

And when he looked at himself in the mirror and saw his reflection distorted by sadness and shame ... he cracked.

He burst into tears, trying miserably to stifle his sobs. Yes, yes, he was like all the monsters of his world: in perpetual heat, needing sex to feel good. But not like that, not like that... Not after discovering that there were other universes that didn't have the same problem as his. Not after having confronted the judgmental looks of many Sans, of his counterparts who had either pitied him or been disgusted. Not after... Not after falling in love with his best friend, his adorable Grillby.

And Plum realized that his situation was not 'normal'. He realized that he didn't want that anymore, not that way of life. He realized that... realized that he wanted to make love to the one he loved. To make love only to the one who had conquered his soul.

But he couldn't. No, he couldn't. He couldn't quit his job like that, he needed a decent salary. And then he'd face the wrath of his clients and... and then what would he do if he quit? He NEEDED to sleep with someone. And if Grillby turned him down, he'd look like a jerk. Not only would he lose his job, he'd lose the love of his life. He would have lost everything.

So he'd keep his mouth shut, he'd smile, he'd pretend.

Like he did that night.

He came out of the bathroom, praying that his eyes weren't too swollen. He was about to return to the dance floor when his boss called out to him. He joined him and felt terror take hold of his being when he heard his words:

"You have another customer."

Already? When he'd just finished with the last one? He had to use violence to avoid losing face, already feel his tears coming up to his eye sockets.

"He paid to have you here all night until ten o'clock tomorrow. He also booked a room where he's already waiting for you."

That... That much time? Who the hell was that creep?

As he walked to the room, Plum felt himself getting livid. What the hell... Hell no, he wasn't ready for that... He wasn't ready for a sick guy, a guy who was probably going to be worse than the others. Usually the clients that kept him around for a long time were the most dangerous, the most violent. The sadists who used various objects and usually broke him down. Just thinking about it, Plum froze, trembling, not daring to open the door.

He didn't have to. It was the customer who took care of it, probably when he heard it coming.

"Good evening, Plum."

He opened his eyes. Never, oh never, never had any of his clients used his real name. Plum had been calling himself 'Lust' for a long time, and only his little brother still called him by his name. Hearing him in the mouth of a complete stranger made him feel a violent fear and incomprehension.