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Unleashed
By : Otaku_Girl
Category: +S through Z > UnderTale
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This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. Tell me this isn’t happening. You can’t take your eyes off of Mutt or the tiny intruder. Is this some kind of joke? Please tell me it’s a bad dream.
Humiliation, anger and fear wage war in the pit of your stomach. How long has he been there? How much did he see? You eye the distance between the bed, bag, and your discarded jeans. Clutching the sheets tighter over your bare nether region, you keep your attention focused firmly on the intruder.
You can feel a twinge of hurt and disappointment, seeing Mutt kneeling loyally at his side. Despite his bowed head, Mutt’s cold gaze hasn’t left you. You can feel him watching your every twitch. So much for accidentally picking up a vanilla guy; just my luck, I managed to find half of a pair of noncon players… or kidnappers. I’m not sure which would be worse at this point.
“HOW DARE YOU ADDRESS THE MALEVOLENT SANS IN SUCH A DISRESPECTFUL MANNER, SLAVE!” Blue glowing eyelights glare at you, his mouth drawn into a savage grin.
He kind of looks like an irate chibi from an anime, or a pompous blackberry crossed with a yappy Pomeranian. You bite back a giggle before it can escape, concerned that if you begin, hysteria may take over. Wait a minute, what did he just say?
“Excuse you.” Your tone comes out as sharp as intended, cutting the tiny tyrant short in his tracks. You can see every bone in Mutt’s body tightening from his previously languid position as you stand, feet slapping loudly against the bare floor. You force down the uneasy feeling in your stomach. You knew he wasn’t yours to begin with. You don’t even want to be his - you don’t want to be anyone’s. You have no reason to feel this - betrayed? Disappointed? Deceived sure, but not… everything else.
“I don’t know who the hell you think you are-” dragging the sheets along with you as a makeshift toga, you storm towards your abandoned clothes. Get changed. Get out. Warn Teddy we’ve got some unsafe players. Go home. Do not make this personal.
“ DISOBEDIENT AND STUPID? HOW DO YOU FIND SUCH WORTHLESS TOYS, YOU MANGEY MUTT!” The intruder - Sans? - interrupts. “I SEE I WILL HAVE TO GIVE YOUR WORTHLESS HIDE ANOTHER LESSON.”
Mutt’s posture remains unchanged as his partner yanks on the chain attached to his collar. “apologies, m’lord.”
Do skeleton monsters need to breathe? You find yourself wondering, your own memories of being yanked around by a collar and leash rising to the forefront of your mind. While you loved the safety and security that came with being collared - not just for play, properly owned and collared - and you couldn’t get enough of that delicious sense of powerlessness that comes with breath play done just right, you loathe the combination; how a careless tug or missed step could bring everything crashing down and ruin even the most well-thought-out scene.
You watch as the smaller of the two - I’m pretty sure it was Sans - raises the crop from his lap, aiming to - holy shit is he aiming that at Mutt’s face?
“Hey!” You cut them off, your voice cold. You can barely contain your fury. “What is wrong with you? You could take his fucking eye out!" Can monster eyelights even be damaged like regular eyes? "And you!” You turn your glare on Mutt. “You told me you had permission to come out and play! You said I didn’t have to expect any interruptions! You never said any-fucking-thing about your, what, owner? Dom? Coming out to play.” You shake your head in disbelief.
Pulling your jeans in with jerky, awkward motions, you feel unwilling to turn your back in either of them. Turning to one side, you awkwardly tug off the tattered remains of your ruined panties.
“actually-” Mutt tries to butt in. Is he sweating? You glance at his irate owner. I’d be pretty worried too if I was caught out lying in front of my partner. “i said m’lord knew.”
You wait for the rest of his excuse. When none seems forthcoming, you shake your head angrily, shoving the remainder of your possessions into your bag. You leave the water and granola bars behind, no longer trusting them not to have been tampered with. “You said not to expect any interruptions from big, burly Dom’s wrapped up in pleather.” You pause for a beat “Oh my fucking god you were making a short joke earlier weren’t you?”
If looks could kill, both you and Mutt would be dead by now; Mutt, from the frankly terrifying look he was being sent by Sans, you from the cold look Mutt had aimed your way. “...m’lord only wears real leather.” Sans looks about as impressed with Mutt’s excuse as you do.
“That still doesn’t explain why the hell you thought it would be not only appropriate, but ok to bring someone else into a negotiated scene without mentioning him up during negotiations!” You are pretty sure your shouting can be heard from the corridors at this point. You spare a moment to hope Teddy isn’t patrolling too nearby; you have an awful feeling he may rip Mutt to shreds before you have the chance to eviscerate him.
Sans waves a hand dismissively, flexing the crop between his glove-encased fists. Having seen how close he was to striking Mutt in the face, you feel uncomfortable venturing any closer to him - or the door that lays just past them both.
“didn’t realise it would cost more, darlin’” Mutt’s lazy drawl, a complete contrast to how he now holds himself, pulls you up short.
“Cost more?” You ask slowly, your mind whirling. “The rooms are a set fee; they’re charged by the hour, not occupancy.” You aren’t certain yet, but you have an uneasy feeling about how this may go.
“PSST. IT IS A QUESTION OF COST? ARE YOU CALLING ME A WELCHER? THE NERVE! THE MALEVOLENT SANS WILL DOUBLE YOUR FEE. RETURN TO THE BED AND REMOVE YOUR GARMENTS; NOW THAT YOU ARE WARMED YOU UP, I WISH TO REPLACE THE MUTT’S SLOPPY HANDIWORK WITH MY GENIUS.”
Your jaw drops. Lost for words, you let an uncomfortable silence fall between you.
“WELL?” He taps his foot, browbone drawing in displeasure. Your eyes move between Sans and Mutt in disbelief.
You shake your head, moving towards the door. In a blink, Mutt is between you and Sans, his hand curled once more around your throat. It doesn’t feel sensual this time; each fingerbone feels sharp and uncomfortably cold against the trembling flesh of your neck. You can practically taste the panic building in your chest.
Mutt’s unblinking stare makes you want to flinch, to cower away. “m’lord doesn’t like to repeat himself. or be kept waiting.” How did you think his voice was sensual such a short while ago, when now, it has you trembling where you stand?
You raise your terrified eyes to unsteadily meet his; are you imagining it, or does a flicker of confusion pass his russet eyelights? You draw a slow, deep, steadying breath.
“RED!” You scream at the top of your lungs. “TEDDY! RED RED RED RED!”
“WHERE?” You feel Mutt’s grip on your neck falter momentarily, as he and Sans appear to be searching for someone. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, your breath catching, as you draw in another ragged lungful to scream again.
“NO! RED! I DO NOT CONSENT! RED!” Mut seems frozen, the power behind his grip faltering.
“WHAT ON EARTH IS SHE SCREAMING ABOUT? WHERE’S RED?” Sans demands, looking at Mutt expectantly. He takes a stomping step forward, then another, and another. With each click of his boots growing closer, you can your breaths shortening, coming in sharper, more panicked gasps. “WHY-”
THUMP!
The door crashes open with a bang, revealing a furious dog monster. Teddy is in the room like a flash, two human members of the security team giving their much larger colleague a wide berth. Lips pulled back and teeth bared in a snarl, Teddy is barely holding himself back. One of the security guards Danyour mind supplies, tries taking charge. “You heard the lady. Let go of her. Now.”
The other guard, a young woman you aren’t familiar with, hasn’t taken her eyes off of you. She takes a slow step closer, clearly preparing to grab you if things turn sour. “No” you mouth to her, not trusting security’s strength to win out against Mutt’s if it came down to it.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?” You can’t tell - is that genuine confusion beneath his indignation and anger? As Teddy’s growling grows louder, you gulp thickly. You can feel tears beginning to well. This isn’t going to end well for me, is it?
You feel Mutt’s fingers to slack; holding both hands up, he remains still, his eyes never leaving yours. “i think there’s been a misunderstanding, m’lord.” He says steadily. Despite the ever-present smirk, you can hear an undertone of something in his voice; regret? Confusion? In your panicked state, it’s hard to tell.
“WHAT IS THERE TO BE CONFUSED ABOUT?” Sans stomps his foot once more, snarling at the intruders. If it were any other situation, you could imagine the smaller monster would be amusing if nothing else. In your current state, crop in hand and matching gold incisors gleaming as he snarls, Sans seems terrifying. “THE HOUSE SLAVE IS THROWING A TANTRUM FOR NO REASON. SHE MUST BE PUNISHED.”
Teddy is clearly at the edge of his patience. Before Sans can take another step towards you, Teddy throws himself forward. Mutt blinks away again, slamming Teddy to the floor in an instant. “no-one. touches. him.” He snarls. Before you can intervene, Sans is on the move; wrapping a hand around the end of Mutt’s leash, he yanks harshly.
“HEEL! NO ONE TOLD YOU TO INTERVENE.” He commands, forcing Mutt down by his neck. You watch what seems to be a genuine struggle as Mutt snarls and claws at the floor, trying to make his way back to Teddy without dislodging the shorter skeleton. Sans’s booted heel finally presses to the nape of Mutt’s spine, causing the thrashing monster to fall still.
As Teddy goes to lunge again, you shout. “Teddy! Bad boy.” You feel bad the instant it leaves your mouth. You refuse to take it back. You would rather have Teddy feeling disappointed in you than hurt - or worse.
“I think there’s been a misunderstanding here. If everyone can just stay calm, we can get this sorted.” The female security guard’s soothing voice breaks the silence. “What’s this about a House Slave?”
Whipping his crop around, Sans points it directly at you. “ARE YOU STUPID? THAT, OF COURSE!”
The security guards look between you in confusion. “[y/n] isn’t…”
“Fuck you. I’m a bartender. Not a House Slave.” You can feel all of the energy seeping out of you. I just don’t have the time or patience for this. Maybe this is just one big, ugly misunderstanding. “No harm, no foul guys. I’m sorry for worrying you three.” Throwing security a weak smile, you run a hand through your hair. Fuck, how am I going to show my face back here on Friday?
“Let’s just call this one big misunderstanding. Mutt? Next time you try to pick up anyone - I don’t care if they’re human, monster, in this club or not - you disclose this shit before inviting someone else to join in. Sans, was it? You don’t just jump in and force your dynamics on bystanders.” Pulling your bag further up your shoulder, you turn towards the door.
“you’re not a house slave?” Mutt’s low, smoky voice stops you before you get any further. You shake your head, holding up your wrist. The yellow glow band is still clearly in place. He frowns, shaking his head, insistent. “you were wearing gold earlier.”
You shake your head slowly. “No, I wasn’t. I don’t even own a gold pin or band. I’ve never been on the House staff like that.” You feel so disappointed. Was that why he was interested? Did he think it would be easier, or I would have fewer limits if I were on staff? “Even if I were a House Sub or Slave, that wouldn’t excuse this kind of behaviour.”
You rest a calming hand on Teddy’s arm, gently petting his fur. You can feel him calming beneath your touch. You don’t notice the loaded look Mutt sends you - nor the knowing narrowing of San’s eyes as he watches his pet.
“IS IT A QUESTION OF PAYMENT? ARE NON-HOUSE SLAVES MORE?” He asks. “OR DOES IT ALREADY HAVE AN OWNER I MUST NEGOTIATE WITH?”
What… what is he not getting about this? You snap your fingers. “SHE” you slowly annunciate “is not for sale. I just work in the bar, tidge; what I do in my free time is up to me. It’s got nothing to do with renting from the House. Sorry, everyone, for whatever this… cluster fuck is. I’m gonna call this a night. I’d say it’s been nice, but… yeah.”
As you head towards the door, the two human security guards keep pace with you, ready to step in if any of the monsters take a step towards you.
That… could have gone worse? Not by much, but… oh who am I kidding? You clutch your bag trap to your chest tightly, barely holding the floodgates closed. This is fine. Everything will be fine. I just need to get home, get some rest, and… forget this ever happened.
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Unleashed	By : Otaku_Girl Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own undertale and I make no profit from this story.

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