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It was quite rowdy at night, strip clubs pushed people inside as they danced with loud bad hip hop music. The lights pranced around the snow near the building that produced them.

A short skeleton stood at the front entrance.

The flirtatious skeleton wasn't wearing anything too revealing like others that were dancing on poles, as the people in there showed off basically all of themselves. The skeleton, however, only wore a tank top, a sleeveless jacket, black tight pants, gloves and blue boots.

His tank top showed off a rich black, as in the middle of it's chest stood proudly a neon blue heart. The heart looked like it was shinning with passion as it stood out from the black void of the tank top.

His jacket stood from the crowd.

The jacket held no sleeves, revealing his skeletal arms. The jacket was washed over with a dark magenta, as it went down a little after his hip bones. To lace the jacket, there was neon blue fluff the curved and twirled around his skull, as for the bottom of the coat, was more of the neon fluff, though it wasn't as big and soft as the ones near the white boned skeleton, it still softened up. It curled to the top, looking at their companion.

The black jet pants stood other grounds.

The pants hugged the skeleton's legs, as it glommed to them.

The pair of pants were skin tight, to more like bone tight, in this case. The tight bone pants showed off all of his bone curves and a little bit of his hips, as they strangled them in place.

The young skeleton wore at the bottom of his lustful clothing were a nice pair of blue boots. The boots weren't long ones, only moving up till they reached their peak after moving in the middle of his fibula and tibia.

To top all of his clothing, he wore black gloves.

The gloves only covered his skeleton hands, as they were the same jet black color as the leggings were. It was silky, as you could touch them and you'd slide off like ice.

His purple heart eyes scanned the stripping club till his eyes hit bullseye.

The neon skeleton sauntered over to the bar, not bothering to look at the almost naked strippers and money flying at them like jets. Yes, he's been on the pole before, but only for fun.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

He sat down at one of the towering stools, as they squeaked in surprise.

A flaming hot monster met the lonely skeleton's stare and quickly got him a glass of some whisky, with a partner of water.

"Thanks Grillby." The short skeleton thanked 'Grillby', as the flam only nodded and turned away to look around his club, to make sure nothing 'naughty' as really happening.

The now sitting skeleton took a sip of whisky, as he observed his surroundings.

Yup, this was the strip club he remembered. Drunk people throwing money at sexy people basically fucking the poles.

This night will be enjoyable.

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11:45 PM was the time the neon dressed skeleton read on the clock.

The skeleton had long finished his beverage of whisky and water and was now showing himself on the pole. His white ribs shined was he twirled on the pole. People were screaming and throwing him dollar bills left and right.

Although it was soon to be closing time in the club, there were multiple people drunk sleeping on the floor while others were watching the sexy skeleton.

He was a great pole dancing around Snowdin, everyone knew him from it.

eventually, it was the closing minute. Grillby was stopping the crowed and pushed drunken monsters all different races out of his club, as the flirty skeleton was still inside.

He was missing his shirt, once again. It always happened, again after again.

Some would take his shirt or he'd lose it in the crowd as he threw the shirt off every night. Usually some random girl, hell even some guys, would squeal when they got his shirt and never return it. But today, he found his shirt laying on the bar.

'Grillby must of put it there, or I just have a good throwing arm.' The handsome skeleton pondered.

The white boned skeleton stripped off his jacket and slipped on his tank top. He then dressed himself appropriately.

'You should really get going Lust.' the fireplace monster crackled, looking over at the short skeleton.

"Yeah yeah, I know Grillby." 'Lust' answered back at Grillby, as he puffed his coat's fluffy counterpart.

Lust sashayed across the club till his body made it to the entrance once more.

He dramatically opened the doors, the cold winding rushing through his exposed bones.

Lust was normally the one to seem over the top dramatic. He based most of his personality off it. It wasn't that he was cocky and 'Oh look at me I'm amazing at acting note me!', he just did it cause he enjoyed acting and being dramatic.

Lust breathed in heavily, feeling the cool air go in and out through his nostrils. This night was much more chiller then all the other rough ones.

He then started his adventure to his and brother's home, they didn't live far.

Through, something felt. . . . . .

off

Its been unsettling all day. The doors seemed to scream like their hinges hadn't been cleaned, and over all squeakily annoying for Lust. But that wasn't the weirdest thing, the air felt thicker then usual and the town had been a bit eerie, with less people out in their sexual clothing then normal. The town's people had been chatting about the usual though, like they hadn't noticed a thing, but Lust did and it didn't set right in the flirty skeleton.

Lust was lost in though until he stumbled upon the house's porch. The steps wailed as they felt the pressure of the skeleton's feet move down on them.

He looked from the white dressed ground to face his porch.

The porch was a simple porch. Basically a big slap of wood bounded to the front of the small house with steps leading up to it. Of course it had railings, but nothing stood on that deck for long. It was bland, the only thing that was near entertaining was Lust himself.

Lust huffed as he started making his way up the rickety steps. The stairs left that same squeak as the doors did, loud and crying sounds.

Nothing today was right.

and Lust knew.

When he made up the unstable steps, he was greeted with-

. . .

His front door.

Lust exhaled loudly, as he hadn't realized he was holding his own breath. He had expected to see a stranger at his door or something. The feeling wouldn't go away.

Something was wrong.

Really wrong.

Lust opened the heavy dark wood door to be treated with a wave of heat.

The heat wavered their way onto his bones, latching themselves onto him, as he warmed up. His brother Papyrus wasn't home, probably visiting Mettaton.

The small, white-boned skeleton groggily made his way up the staircase, his eye-sockets drooped with drowsiness.

He lazily trudged through the lengthy hallway, his steps thumped like a heart beat, filling his 'ears'. It shouldn't have taken him this long to reach his bedroom, but the hallways kept getting longer and longer the more he went.

After an eternity, he had finally felt his shaky hand touch something metal.

'Wh-...what..?" Lust whimpered.

His hand wasn't shaky earlier when he had opened the front door, so why is it shaky now?

He wasn't cold.

He wasn't scared.

He wasn't ill.

So what on Asgore was he shaking for?

Lust held his breath subconsciously as he opened the door quickly.

Nothing. All there was his room.

Dirty as always.

Remembering how tired he is, he slumped into his room an-

. . .

Thats when realization hit him.

The door he opened, didn't look like his door.

The door was an unbelievable white color, almost like it was glowing, with a light purple sitting in the dead middle.

That wasn't Lust's door at all.

And before he could even processes where he had rounded up to, a hell ton of magic swept into him, making him even more tired then he originally was. As the strong force crumbled over Lust, making him black out- but not before seeing 4 other bodies in the area laying on the ground, seeming as they met the same fate.

His vision only premiered darkness, as he felt his soul leave his body.

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Ah-!

Sooooooo

This chapter is a bit late- so sorry for the delay!

So Lust was dragged into this story!

I wonder who's next~

make your guesses here!

Don't be scared to share your opinions and ideas for this book here! Im open for all ideas and suggestions!

Adios!

-MAA

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