Sooner or Later You're Gonna be Mine

Chapter 29: Music and Clothes

As Undyne grabbed the last of the boxes, Whisk pressed the heavy black camera bag closer to his chest and slowly followed the fish monster up to the Dreemurrs' home. His footsteps were heavy, his eyes were stinging, his bandaged ears were still throbbing, and the urge to vomit was getting much stronger with every step he took towards the deceivingly cozy and cute-looking little cottage home.

It was almost kind of funny in a really deranged way. Whisk honestly thought the Dreemurrs' home would be similar to a castle-like mansion. It would be the type of home that would not only show off their unlimited wealth, but also give any passerby the impression that there could very well be a torture room in the basement.

However, to see something as delightful and as simple as this? If there were ever a time the phrase "don't judge a book by its cover" could apply, it would be now. This little home could very well be the most charming piece of property Whisk had ever seen. The house was painted a soft welcoming lavender color with Don Dreemurr's signature Golden Flowers decorating the sides of the walkway, which meant his huge legendary garden must be at the back of the house. 

As far as Whisk was concerned, having a cute little home like this was an ingenious way to keep the infamous goat couple's enemies from knowing where they lived. Nobody would look at this house and suspect it of hiding the insanity, cruelty and violence that many associated with Don and Lady Dreemurr.

It made Whisk briefly wonder how many unwitting people were lured into a false sense of security when they saw this home. Did they see the flowers and the well manicured lawn and refuse to believe that this elderly couple was dangerous? Of course, the Dreemurrs weren't the only ones who hid themselves behind such loveliness.

Whisk thought of Grillby. Quiet and reserved Grillby. The small-time bar owner who dressed nicely and provided all his customers with such wonderful service. There was also Mettaton. The charming and energetic fashion expert/radio host that so many wealthy monsters relied on for their entertainment.

And then there's me , Whisk thought, tightening his good paw into a fist. Here I am to help humiliate and mutilate a woman who did me no harm, he thought miserably, freezing in mid-step to let out a choked up laugh filled with despair, self-hatred and self-disgust as the realization hit him.

When Mettaton told him they were gonna tear out pieces of that human's body and doll her up for the Dreemurrs' amusement, Whisk absolutely knew his robotic superstar of a boss was telling the truth, but being the disgusting little maggot he knew he was, Whisk had actually managed to keep those particular facts out of his mind for the entire day yesterday.

It was easy too. All he had to do was concentrate on working at the Burger Emporium. Just focus on his job. Smile. Make the customers feel good. Listen to their orders carefully. Tell them lies about how great it is to work for Mettaton. Mess up their orders so he'd be forced to make it again, and if all that fails, just reach up and tug on one of his injured ears and focus on the pain. 

So very very ...easy and it was just as easy this morning not to think of that human. As Mettaton brushed the feline's fur until it shined and dressed him up in a very expensive pink dress shirt and black pants, so he wouldn't "insult the lovely Dreemurrs by entering their house in his usual mangy fashion", Whisk convinced himself that he and Mettaton were simply fulfilling a perfectly normal request to "glamorize" a wealthy person. It was something Mettaton did on occasion for other monsters if the price was right.

But here he was, and now he couldn't pretend any longer. In a few seconds when he regained his composure, he was gonna enter this cozy little home filled to the brim with unspeakable horrors and help further torment that poor little human.

I'm gonna hurt her because I can't do anything to help her , Whisk thought and winced when he realized just how pathetic that sounded. He truly was as pathetic as Mettaton always told him he was, but at least in this scenario, his cowardice was justified.