Undertale Love Stories

HorrorLust| Looking At Me pt2

A small doorbell rang out in a the old sweet shop. The elder couple looking to greet the new customer.

A young woman smiled at them, glancing at the menu before looking back to them.

"I... I uh..." She spoke in a sheepish voice, but it was still soft. "Do you have any honey, raspberry pastries?" She blurted out, a blush forming on her face.

The wife gave a gentle giggle.

"You must mean Honey Red." The woman's voice held a small German accent. Not enough to really tell where, but enough to still hear it.

The younger person nodded, fiddling with their shirt.

"Do you want a hot chocolate? The weather's getting colder." The husband asked, smiling at them in a gentle fatherly way.

The girl shook their head.

"I-I only have enough for a pastry..." She gave them a soft smile.

The grandmother made a soft cooing sound, like it hurt her to hear such words.

"The drink is free then." She stated.

The young woman's eyes widen and she quickly tried to protest. She couldn't do that to them!

"No," The elderly lady snapped lightly. "It is getting cold, my dear, and I want you to be warm."

Shyly, the young female nodded.

The elderly couple were quick to give her two Honey Reds along with the cup of hot chocolate. The girl tried to convince them the pastries were enough, but relented at their kind and gentle faces and words.

Quietly, the younger person left the shop, happily munching on the pastry. It was as sweet as he remembered.

He stopped for a moment, a cringing. The raspberry taste changed, becoming thicker and heavier... Becoming blood.

It was only for a second, but it was long enough to ruin his appetite.

He didn't want to throw out the unfinished pastries though...

Lightly sighing to himself he kept walking till he saw a homeless man. They were broad, but looked a bit out of it. Not like high or drunk out of it, but like they were just... like that...

Walking up to the male, the shorter one handed him the uneaten food.

This seemed to have grabbed his attention as he looked up.

Intense reddish eyes stared up at the other's violet eyes. The left eye held an awful looking scar, made by some rapid animal of some kind and then splashed with boiling water most likely... Yet it was the eyes themselves that terrified the shorter male.

They looked serious, deadly and intelligent... Ready to attack, knowing how to... Not the same way his body had portrayed him...

Carefully, the red eyed man took the pastry, giving an innocently sweet smile... But it sent horrible goose bumps down the other's back.

Quickly, he left the man there. He felt dirty now...

Taking a small breath, the feminine man calmed himself. He probably was overreacting... It probably was nothing...

But he was going to need a drink.

The music pushed through the air with a thundering noise... It kind of hurt the young male's ears.

Then a young, beautiful woman sat next to the male. She wore a little too much make-up and wore more slutty clothes than the man she was sitting next to. Her hair looked shiny and probably had one too many spray bottles in it. She also had this air of entitlement.

He knew she was going to be a bitch before she even opened her mouth.

"Get me a drink." She damned the  person next to her.

Their violet eyes were lidded, a little hazy with alcohol.

"Why drink this shit?" He had deepened voice, it sounding very much like a young male now. "When you drink something better~"

The woman blinked in surprised before smirking.

"Why not~" She teased, getting off the stool. "Got a name, I'm Tracy."

The man stood up, thankfully being just a bit taller than her.

"Everyone calls me Lust~" He winked at the awful nickname. "And I'm sure you're about to find out why~" He reached behind her and gripped her ass.

A soft yelp left her mouth, a genuine blush forming on her cheeks before it was pushed down with a scoff.

"Then lets go, big boy~"

She started walking away, 'sexily' swaying her hips.

Lust lightly shook his head, quietly told the bartender to put his drink on his tab. He then quickly followed the woman.

He honestly had no plans to fuck her... He wanted to see if it would happen again...

They separated outside the bar, going to their separate cars, the man going to follow her back to her place.

It was honestly a quick drive a hell-a shitty apartment that smelled heavily of weed and other drugs. The floors were rotting away from it too, and the walls were covered in disgusting grime.

The feminine boy ignored that. A shitty as apartment like this meant that no one would blink twice at hearing someone scream... Or find a dead body.

They entered a small shitty apartment that looked trashed, having the living room being filled with empty syringes and bongs.

Lust didn't care. Well, more along the lines he didn't have a chance to care as when they entered the living room, he was jumped.

Two larger men pushed the smaller male into the ground, shoving his face into the floor boards, forcing his ass in the air.

A soft growl left the smaller, quickly raising his leg and hitting one of them in the balls. This promoted in that one lightly crying out and holding them.

Twisting his body some, he slammed the heel of his other leg into the other guy's knee. That guy crumbled to the ground, groaning loudly.

With quick ease, the slutty boy was on his feet, turn his head to glare at the bitch of a woman.

She sneered at him, her face contorting in rage.

"Fucking hell! I want you dead!" She exclaimed, stomping her foot crazily. "Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!" She chanted over and over, till her heel gave out.

Quickly she fell to the floor, hitting her head hard enough to pass out.

A grunt made the shorter male to focus down on the scum that tried to rape him. They both were getting up now, which pissed him off.

Slipping a hand in his cropped jacket, he pulled out a six inch switch blade.

The men glanced at the blade, their faces going pale some, still they got ready for an actual fight. Lust scoffed at that, glaring.

The world slowed as the men lunged at him. Blood splattered around the room, a grin forming on the slut's face... Till there was only one person left in the room.

His violet eyes glanced down at the hag that tried to get him killed. He could kill her there and then, while she was still out... But what fun was that~?

Lu walked out of the apartment building in a new pair of clothes, holding a bag. He was going to get rid of them, but he needed to get something out of the building without getting the attention of bystanders.

He popped open his passenger's door, tossing the bag into the seat and then went to the other side to get into the driver's seat.

Then, an arm wrapped around his waist, a hand covering his nose and mouth. He gave to struggle, dropping his keys onto the ground.

Yet, the more he struggled, the quicker he was loosing his breath... God, didn't he hate it...

Then, his world went dark... Guess he deserved this for killing those people...