You stare.
You can't help yourself.
The way the scales glitter freak you out, freezing you to the spot where you stood. Why would you ever agree to something like this? Maybe because you're stupid? No, it's because you wanted to save Toriel. You just didn't expect something like this to be a... trial.
If you could even call it that.
This thing was as big as a skyscraper, and had scaled, slimy-looking butterfly wings that were seven hundred different colors. It twisted all around the mountain, its claws digging into the jagged stone. As it breathed, it spewed glitter.
"Why shall I help you?! The Fabulous Demon Mettaton is my greatest enemy!" It roared, wiggling like jell-o. It was kind of like a snake, kind of like a butterfly. It was slimy like a fish, dripping wet... you were positive that was definitely glitter.
Imagine a large, snake-like dragon wrapped around a mountain. Now imagine slimy, scaled butterfly wings.
Then imagine a glitter-filled slimy river.
That was exactly what was running down the mountain, and there was no stopping it. Why wouldn't you listen to me? I may be your slight enemy, but I'm also your best ally. If you can't recall, I don't want you to die, you know?
Muulak's glitter is like acid. The only thing that protects him is the slime...His insides are slime and glitter. Please turn back now; this thing doesn't even have a soul. It sold it for a wish, to be greater than Mettaton. And it became greater, more fabulous.... but the power went awry, and turned him into a massive monster. He's legendary for his vanity.... and his temper.
If he gets angry, he's going to rip through you like a sandwich. A very, very weak sandwich. My souls won't be able to save you from his glitter attack.
"Well, I'm screwed." You mutter under your breath, staring up and the dragon with butterfly wings. It roared, and you shivered. Not from fear, but because it sounded kind of pained. There was something wrong with Muulak.
It growled deeply, as if to intimidate you, but let out a pained howl afterwards.
"What's wrong with you?" You step up and stare directly at Muulak. Devil!Papyrus silently freaks out, glaring daggers at you and mime-ing his distress. Devil!Sans only shrugs and grins.
"Are you implying there's something wrong with me?"
"You seem like you're in pain."
"What's it to you?"
"Can you stop being difficult and answer the question?"
Muulak swung his head around you, and his entire body trembled. Devil!Papyrus and Devil!Sans jumped out of the way, leaving you to face what came afterwards.
Torrent after torrent of glitter and slime came out of his mouth, completely dousing you. I bet when you woke up this morning, you didn't expect to be puked on by a glittery dragon. Because you just did, and I'm laughing.
"The Tree of Life is sick, and therefore, as am I. My wish was granted by this legend; if it were to die, then so would I. This form is sustained by its brilliant luster, but something set it off, making it suffer. If it suffers, I suffer, and so do several other entities. We're all dying, and soon, the decline of life in the tree will also kill all monsters from our world."
"What?!" Your eyes widen, and from Devil!Papyrus' and Devil!Sans' expressions, they didn't know about this either.
"The tree is gathering the energy from the wishes it made; our life is being taken to sustain it, as it is the most important thing in our universe. It is simply recalling our life energy, as we have belonged to it since we were first reborn."
The tree was a living thing? Well, it is the tree of life. But this sounds more evil; I don't think anything that sustains life would take it. What if the tree of life is actually evil? To be honest, what Muulak is describing sounds kind of familiar. If it's really that person, then we're gonna regret getting ourselves involved.
*We can still turn back.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
[Undertale] Sans X Reader - Repeat, Eternally
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