Right. This one's going to be longer because it's uncustomary to have a series with more than three parts to a sequel... (as far as I know...) I feared writing this for a while...

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{Meanwhile}

"Now then, aren't you boys hungry?" Muffet asked, flouncing out of the room with light steps that barely touched down. "I'll be sure to treat you after I change into something more... formal."

Muffet disappeared into one of the many doors along the hall as Green held Crooks' hand securely, a little sigh from him as a barely visible hue of green left his cheeks. Interesting. 

Moments later, Muffet reappeared and smiled a sweet grin. It was around then that Crooks noticed the fangs in her mouth, concealed and barely noticeable, but it was the way that Muffet positioned her bottom lip that revealed them. How cute. 

Afterwards, Green and Crooks wordlessly followed Muffet down to the kitchen. It was there that he was effortlessly lifted into a high chair, by none other than Green, who sat across from him at the small round table in the room. 

"Welcome to the dining room!" Muffet expressed cheerfully, near skipping across the room and to the kitchen like area near it, winking two of her many eyes at her guests. "Brunch will be served shortly."

Crooks idly kicked his feet, sitting on a chair that was taller than he was. It was soft and cushioned, situated in one of the smaller rooms, one that Crooks had come to know as the 'Dining Room'. 

It was exposed to the kitchen, no wall between the two. The kitchen was also small, smaller than Farm's, though perfect for someone as slim and petite as Muffet. Though she wasn't exactly short by any means, she was incredibly thin, spindly limbs working effortlessly to prepare what smelled like a meal for herself and her skeletal visitors. It was interesting to watch her six limbs all work in tandem with one another. 

She had changed into something more presentable as well, not exactly outing wear, but casual around the home clothes. They were still pretty on her, but nothing extravagant. Simply a small white T-shirt with a soft brown bow around the neck, along with a matching brown skirt that was adorned with a couple white rings around the bottom. Simple, but acceptable. 

"Alright boys! Who's hungry?" Muffet beamed, spinning on a 180, plates in her middle pair of hands. 

Serving the skeletons, Muffet kissed both their foreheads, making Green chuckle and Crooks gasp. Muffet was the most affectionate spider he'd ever met so far!

"Someone's in a good mood." Green observed as Muffet began to clean her many hands, turning her head on an odd angle to blink five large sparkling eyes at him, a small smile on her face. 

"It's not often I get to cook for anyone." Muffet chirped, washing her hands without looking. "Especially not guests of such high caliber." 

Green chuckled while Crooks flourished under the shower of compliments. Perhaps Muffet could sense his inner potential, the one he knew he always had. It was nice to be recognized for the talent he had! 

Crooks smiled as a warmth that was not unfamiliar to him bloomed in his chest. Usually only Horror was able to instill such a feeling in him— and while he was terribly anxious about his brother— he did enjoy his character being highlighted by someone who appreciated him.

He ate with mirth, ingesting a plate full of eggs and a spider muffin and two strips of bacon. It was delicious, considering it was his first time eating from anyone besides Farm for the last few months. 

"Do you like it?" Muffet asked sweetly, sitting down at the table in front of the two skeletons. She flicked a bead of water at Green's face, earning a huff from him as she giggled, completely shameless. 

"Of course!" Crooks exclaimed, showing off his empty plate for emphasis as the others were all smiles and praise. It felt good to be in his element, not constrained by housework or chores to do. 

Muffet cheered as Green quietly doted on Muffet's positivity. It felt like a safe space in a stranger's house. How peculiar. 

"I'm so very impressed!" Muffet hummed, taking Crooks' empty plate alongside Green's to the sink. "Usually the spiders eat whatever I cook, but never with such gusto." 

"I thought you didn't cook for anyone too often." Green interjected, shifting the spiders attention. She smirked at him as he sipped away at a tall glass of water. Crooks watched all the while. 

"Oh not anymore." Muffet dismissed with a wave of one of her many hands, washing the plates with the others. "The current generation will die this winter. Their eggs will hatch in the first hints of spring." 

Muffet's tone had gone from carelessly jovial to somewhat more serious. The topic of spiders dying saddened her. Reasonably so, but Crooks wanted to know more about the many arachnids, and Muffet herself, so he listened as she went on. 

"The hatchlings can't cook for themselves, so I do." Muffet continued, facing the sink fully, not sparing a glance to her guests. "The older ones like to do all the work though, I don't know why." 

When the dishes had been thoroughly washed for a beat too long, Muffet turned to face Crooks and Green with a bittersweet smile plastered on her pretty face.

"I guess it's their cycle of life though, nothing I can interfere with." 

Green nodded while Crooks sat, many questions brewing in his mind. How long did the spiders survive? How many types of spiders were there? Were the spiders monsters like Muffet? Could they talk?

However, he chose to hold his tongue in the moment of silence. If he was mindful— like Horror taught him— then maybe he could learn more about the situation before speaking on it. 

The small moment of small grieving stretched for about a minute before Muffet flapped her six hands as if clearing the lack of noise from the room. She looked just a little embarrassed, clasping three pairs of hands in a wordless plea before opening her mouth to speak.

"But don't worry about me." She said softly, looking to Green with fondness in her eyes. "What brings you by anyways Deary? Surely you're not here just for a simple visit." 

"A word with the mistress." Green spoke, leaving the table as he signaled for Crooks to stay put. "We will be but a minute." 

They left the room briskly, leaving Crooks to ponder all on his own. A baby bones in a foreign home. All alone. 

It wasn't the worst predicament he'd ever been in, but it was awkward to say the least. No one around him with the exception of a few small spiders to skitter around. 

He made sure not to squish any when he jumped down from his chair. Green and Muffet left via the door that led into the little private dining area, so maybe Crooks could find them if he followed. 

Looking at the looming exit, he hesitated. It really wasn't for him to know, but he wanted to for sure. It was tantalizing, but held out of his reach. Not far, dangling right in from of his face, but alas, he resisted. 

Dropping onto all fours, Crooks near pinned a poor spider casually scuttling under him carrying a key. It jumped, moving so fast it was blurry to watch as it squeezed out of the room. 

Crooks felt a tiny bit guilty for scaring the spider like that. The poor thing didn't deserve that, but Crooks had done worse. It was just an accident anyways. 

Leaning back onto his haunches, Crooks jolted and nearly fell over as the door swung open, just barely missing him. Muffet walked in quickly, her steps hitting the ground with loud, sharp taps. She looked some what distressed, anxious, but it left her when she entered fully. 

Immediately she glanced to Crooks, who was still a shocked heap on the floor, staring at her with incredulously wide eyes. She stifled a laugh, all six hands twitching up in the inclination to cover her mouth, but only one succeeded. 

"Oh get up Deary. We've got a farm to tend to!" Muffet instructed, her lowest pair of hands reaching down and pulling Crooks up with ease. "I'll explain on the way." 

Walking briskly beside Muffet, Crooks couldn't count one time his feet left the floor when he went with her. Her lowest set of arms was perfect to grip onto, firm and strong, yet close enough in relation to Crooks' height for him to grab onto. 

"You see, us farmers must prepare appropriately for the seasons." Muffet began, her monologue starting as Crooks prepared himself for a (lore drop) informative explanation. "Winter is by far the most treacherous." 

Coming to a strong door that wouldn't budge, Muffet clicked her tongue in displeasure before a  large and hairy spider appeared, descending from the roof with the key Crooks saw earlier, deftly unlocking the door. 

"Thank you." Muffet chirped, leading Crooks into a dark room full of metal heaters. Crooks only knew they were heaters because of one of the old decrepit houses he'd been inside before. 

They were dusty, riddled with dirt and unkempt. Muffet looked at them, a certain distaste on her features as her many glinting eyes turned towards one of the many arachnids in the room. 

Crooks hadn't even noticed them all gathered on the ceiling like that. Tens, maybe hundreds of small black spiders, grouped together on the ceiling.

Muffet made an odd noise in her throat not unlike a small chirrup of sorts, and in a cacophony of spiders moving rapidly across the roof, they all scrambled down the wall and swarmed the heaters, supposedly cleaning them. 

Muffet, now pleased with her spider subordinates, hummed a pretty toe-tapping tune. Her five free arms lightly swung to the beat, and some of the spiders even marched to it as they worked on clearing the heaters of grit and grime. 

Once the song was over, the spiders retreated to their hiding spot on the roof as Muffet inspected the job they all did on the heaters. Spick and span it was. Perfectly washed. 

Muffet looked at the ceiling full of spiders, smiling warmly as she flicked on one heater and moved the rest away. The huge colony of arachnids seemed delighted to swarm around the warmth, blocking out any light it tried to give off. 

Muffet then escorted Crooks to her room, where Green was apparently waiting for her. He sat on the large bed, legs crossed, reading a book about spiders. How coincidental. 

Muffet cleared her throat and immediately stole his attention. The book, now forgotten on the bed as Green rose and approached the mistress, was carried off by a rather bulky looking yellow spider. 

"They're ready." Muffet cooed, placing a hand on Green's arm as a spider crawled out from her top left shoulder sleeve and onto Green. "Your pass of entry." 

"Thank you. Ms. Muffet." Green replied, looking down a Crooks fondly. "I trust you will behave for the mistress." 

Blinking in a sense of somewhat disbelief, Crooks immediately nodded, earning a satisfied hum from Green as he departed, leaving Crooks with the spider mistress. 

"Well then Deary, what would you like to do?" Muffet asked, fingers sliding from in between Crooks' as she took a seat on her bed across the room, with the little skeleton quick to follow. 

"I wanna know about spiders!" Crooks bellowed, throwing his arms in the air as he pulled himself up onto Muffet's bed. 

Muffet cooed in excitement, pinching Crooks' bony cheek with a playful spout of mirth. "Then you're in for a treat!" She said, smiling wide, fangs catching pretty slivers of the dim light flooding the room. 

"There are hundreds of different spiders on my property alone." Muffet informed Crooks, hand dropping from his cheek to grab his own hands. Small in comparison to hers, she took them both with her middle pair of hands, an itty bitty spider descending from her sleeve and crawling into his hands. 

"This one is magical. His name his Mortimer." 

Tentatively, Mortimer paced around on Crooks' bony hands, briefly struggling to find sufficient footing and avoid the little gaps between Crooks' bones. 

"See, he's shy, but you should talk to him." Muffet said, gently kneading the spider with the knuckle of her index finger. The spider vibrated lightly. "He's a magic spider. He'll dust when he dies." 

At the mention of his death, Mortimer didn't even flinch. Instead he scaled up back onto Muffet's arm, slipping into her sleeve as Muffet chuckled airily. 

"I suppose he's just more of a recluse than ever." Muffet mused, sending a joke sailing over Crooks' head. He didn't get it in the slightest. 

"They're arachnids, so they don't hibernate in the winter though." Muffet carried on, grazing on the topic from earlier. "They going into their little diapause, and it affects me too." 

Looking wistfully at the ceiling, Muffet's five eyes all blinked from left to right. She seemed to mentally dwell on it while Crooks pondered the idea. Diapause? It had to be like hibernation. It was a pause, wasn't it?

"So in the colder months, while it's really just me living about on the farm, I take up baking." Muffet further explained, a plate-sized spider skittering out the closet and disappearing out the room. "If you see my brand in a store, make sure to snag a treat!" 

"What's it called?" Crooks asked, eyes lighting up as the slight tension in the air dissipated. If he could support Muffet during the 'diapause' then he wanted to. Perhaps he and Horror could jump a store with her brand in it. 

"Muffet's." Muffet stated matter-of-factly, delighted to have a new customer. "I sell spider cookies, and muffins, and other pastries." 

Muffet sells muffins. Crooks thought, immediately creating a memo to remember the sentiment by. If he practiced it, then his brain would link the memo to the memory. That's something cool he learned in a broken book. 

"Apologies for the interruption." Green said, entering elegantly and presenting the spider Muffet had given him. "But I believe it is time for us to take our leave." 

"Oh that's a shame." Muffet pouted, her eyes reflecting what looked like little bits of sadness. "I was just getting used to the company." 

She stretched her six arms and back, a small cacophony of cracks and pops ringing out as she departed from her bed and Crooks hopped off too. She then gave Green a hug, but got awfully close to his face...

Crooks didn't look any longer, instead he made a gagging noise and left the room. He stood stationary on the outside though, lined up at the doorframe as the spiders pretty much followed suit. 

It took a few long minutes before Green came out, escorted Crooks down the stairs, and out of Muffet's mansion. Once they were in the car, Crooks noticed all the metal heaters in the back. How odd. 

And just like that, they were headed away. Driving backwards down the long, long driveway, as the large building began to shrink against the horizon. Spiders became nothing as the mansion became a dollhouse, steadily loosing its mass with every second Green was in reverse. 

Finally, after one dreadful eternity, they were back on their was to Font Farm. 

(This concludes Kill the Cows: Hidden Sequel.) 

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Ayo. If you made it through all that go ahead and give yourself  a pat on the back. Woohoo that was more than 2,500 words. Originally it was supposed to be more angsty and stuff where Crooks was really anxious and stuff without Horror or simply a place he was familiar with, but then I was like 'bro just write him like pap' and boom. Get written bozo. 

Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

- De Moogus 

(I know it probably would've been more accurate that way, but I mean c'mon bro he's a papyrus.)