Fells exes- fanfic,undervese au

Chapter: A Flood of questions

As soon as the Underfell group left, the room erupted into chaos. Voices overlapped as everyone turned their attention to Fell, bombarding him with questions. Fell, still standing near Horror and Blue, looked like he was on the verge of losing his patience.

Classic raised his hand like he was in school. "Uh, Fell? Mind explaining why your entire hometown seems to hate you?"

Blue tugged on Fell's sleeve, his bright smile filled with concern. "Yeah, why are they so mad at you? Did you do something bad, or are they just... like that?"

Dust smirked, leaning against the wall. "More like they're just like that. But seriously, Fell—what's their problem?"

Cross folded his arms, his red eye glinting with curiosity. "That whole thing about you being a 'hoe' still doesn't make sense. What did you even do to piss them off this much?"

Stars nodded, his starry eyes flickering. "And why do they care so much about your love life? Seems... excessive."

Geno tilted his head, his voice cold but intrigued. "They stormed in here ready to fight you, Fell. There's gotta be more to this story."

Horror glanced down at Fell, his grin faint but steady. "You didn't tell them, did you? About us? Or anything else?"

Nightmare crossed his arms, his dark aura subtly shifting. "This feels personal. What's the real story here, Fell?"

Ink twirled his brush, tilting his head curiously. "Yeah, what gives? I mean, I've seen drama before, but this was on another level!"

Fresh slid up next to Fell, grinning. "Yo, dudette, you gotta spill the deets! What's the beef between you and your OG crew?"

Error groaned, rubbing his temples. "Ugh, I don't care, but I do care that they dragged their nonsense here. Clean up your mess, Fell."

Dream stepped forward, his voice calm but concerned. "Fell, we just want to help. If there's something going on, you can tell us."

Dancer leaned forward from his seat, resting his chin on his hand. "We're all ears, Red. Care to explain?"

Killer chuckled, tapping his fingers on the table. "Yeah, tell us, 'lover boy.' What did you do to make your whole world hate you?"

Death sighed, his gaze steady. "It's obvious they're targeting you. The question is why."

Bill floated lazily above them, his glowing eye spinning. "Spill the beans, buddy! This is way too juicy to leave unexplained."

Stretch, lounging on the couch, yawned. "Take your time, Red, but not too long. Some of us are dying to know."

Fell pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. "Alright. Fine. Let's clear this up, once and for all."

The room fell silent as everyone leaned in, waiting for him to speak.

Fell glared at the ground, his voice sharp and defensive. "My 'home crew,' as you call them, are mad because of my dating history. They think I've been hopping from one guy to the next like it's some kind of competition."

Dust snorted. "So? Who cares? That's your business."

Fell shot him a glare. "Exactly. But they're stubborn. And loud. And apparently, Edge couldn't keep his damn mouth shut, so now the whole Underfell universe knows about my past relationships."

Blue tilted his head. "And that's why they're so angry? That doesn't seem fair."

Horror's grin widened slightly. "They're just mad because they don't understand you."

Fell sighed, crossing his arms. "They're mad because they think it reflects on them. Like my choices somehow make them look bad."

Nightmare chuckled darkly. "Typical Underfell nonsense. Always worried about appearances."

Fresh gave a thumbs-up. "Lame, bruh. You do you, ya know?"

Fell groaned, rubbing his temples. "Can we not make this a group therapy session? I've had enough of their crap for one day."

But even as the room fell into scattered muttering, Fell couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the last he'd hear from his Underfell family—or about his past.