Undertale Love Stories

HorrorLust| Looking At Me

He danced to the song that played in the bar, his hips swaying to the beat. He didn't care for the lustful eyes that watched his slim, girlish body, he could ignore them.

He hated their eyes, either way... He hated how they felt on him... He hated how so many nights, he had to run and hide...

He hated that they couldn't leave him alone.

The only thing that kept him sane, was the music that plagued the room. Was the feeling of the beat in the floor.

Without the music, he doubted that he would be the same... He doubted that he would be able to take their eyes.

Even still, there was a thought that whispered through all of it... A malicious thought.

He pushed it away, focusing on the song, even as it changed. It was just a thought.

He didn't stay long in the club, the disgusted feeling hurting too much and the whispering thought echoing louder and louder.

He had to leave there.

As he walked, hood up, he could hear the clumsy footsteps of some drunkards that had followed him out.

He felt a small scowl form on his lips, how he wished that he could just disappear.

Shaking his head softly, he picked up his pace. All he had to do was reach his car and he could drive away and go back to his crappy apartment.

"Hey!" A sharp voice cried out, a sudden hand on the petite male's shoulder. "Where ya goin', babe~" The smell of a putrid alcohol filled the smaller male's nose.

"Home." He stated gruffly, which sadly sounded like a deep voiced female. He hated how his body always betrayed him that way.

"Why not have some company~" It wasn't really a question.

"Because I don't date drunkards." He growled, shoving the man off him. "Now, leave me alone." He hissed, moving to make a run for his car.

The man's friends were faster though, roughly grabbing him by the arms and shoving him into a nearby alley.

The feminine male hissed as he roughly landed on something hard, it most likely being a busted pipe as they were in the most run down part of the city.

Yet, he didn't focus on it, as he looked up to see four men looming over him. He knew they didn't care if he was boy, they just wanted to have fun with some pretty thing, maybe even break it...

That thought pound his head, that horrible, yet protective thought...

"Let's have some fun, boys~" The one he pushed called out.

One of them lunged towards the horrified male, but he never touched him... Not as he was flung across the small alley, landing with a crunch into the wall.

All of the men looked up to see a very tall, very broad man. Even in the dark, the feminine boy could make out the long, unkept hair that was like a lion's mane, his dirty, thick jacket and his ripped jeans.

The man looked as though he could've been homeless, but... The boy could faintly smell the scent of forest pine on the guy... A body wash scent that he always found nice.

The other men stared at the stranger with anger and fear filled eyes. Their friend still hadn't gotten up and from the sound they had heard, he might never get up...

Still, the men held liquor courage, charging at the superior male with their fists raised, one of them holding a small pocket knife.

One by one, they fell... Bones being broken with only two hits, they all dying quickly...