Undertale Love Stories

HorrorLust| Lost the War, Gained Respect

Gay-Anime-Love. Sorry if this is bad or cringe or anything like that. I do hope that you were able to enjoy it though! Also, I don't know how to portray someone with the touch-phobia, so sorry if it's wrong.

                                                    ~SR

Lust Sans hated his AU. It was a disgusting pigsty of horny people desiring to fuck everyone to death. He hated it. He was often unlucky and had gotten hurt on many chances. The only thing that saved him was Undyne, and that was only because she was friends with his brother. It sucked and everyday he was scared of becoming one of them or becoming something like them.

So, when the Star Sanses came to him, wanting him to join their team, he did. He chose the name Violet because of his main color palette. He was even able to wear clothing that fitted right and were appropriate for everyday wear! It was hard for other Sanses to tell where he was from, and he liked it that way because the moment they knew, was the moment that they started flirting with him. They would get touchy or make disgusting comments that just made him want to hide away and scrub his body raw. He hated the touching especially when it was sudden and even more so by people he wasn't close with! With the Star Sanses he grew out of the panic-and-shut-down phase that helped in UnderLust, but that meant he went into a more violent panic phase that he didn't necessarily know when he learned.

Then there were the Bad Sanses, the people they were fighting against. They were very difficult opponents, but they saw all of them for themselves and their true strength. Violet hadn't felt as alive as he did when fighting them, especially Horror. Horror was an axe wielding Sans from a rather graphic and twisted AU. He always seemed to charge ahead of everyone else on the battlefield, going straight toward Violet.

Actually, all of the Stars had their designated sparring partner, or in Ink's case partners. They hadn't realized when that had happened, but it did. Over time there were more and more deadlocks that came from all of the fighting, each side learning of their opponent's weaknesses and exploiting those weaknesses, and then overcoming those weaknesses, only to start the process all over again. It was a fun game almost. Neither side giving an edge and such things. Of course, every stalemate would eventually be broken.

The Bad Sanses had won the war, capturing and weakening the Star Sanses. With the Star Sanses captured and thrown into different rooms, the evil Sanses went about dividing and destroying the Multiverse, just enough for it to flicker into chaos and despair for them to more easily control their portion of it. Or in Error's case, just for the hell of it.

Violet waited for a few weeks till Horror came to him, holding a large tray of food and drinks. It all smelled delicious, but the smaller skeleton was wary. In fact, the whole situation had made him very wary as he wasn't sure why he was in a room and not a cell. The room was nice too, the bed being big enough for three people, covered in soft sheets and there were windows for him to overlook a forest! Sure, the windows were magical shut, but still! He wasn't in any dungeon of any kind and it was so beautiful and nice! And as cliche as the line is, it was almost too nice.

"Why am I here?" He had to know. Was this just another way to break them? To make them their puppets? Perhaps the food and drinks were drugged to make it easier? It wasn't an uncommon practice in UnderLust, something that Violet was sadly accustomed to.

Horror laughed a little, grinning. As sharp and stained and monstrous as his smile look, it helped keep the smaller Sans calm.

"I was wondering when ya ask that. Yer the first too!" He hummed, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of a large plasma screen TV.

"You haven't answered it." The purple clad Sans hissed, taking a brave step forward.

He took it back when the axe-wielding Sans stood up straight. He suddenly smiled to the other, gently patting him on his head. The smile wasn't sharp or cold or cruel, surprisingly.