Drew this when I was sick so at least someone could look/feel better than I did at the time XD The pose is from @draw-the-squad-like-this

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Whumptober Day 22: Tourniquet

“Oh, stars! Ma’am, you’re bleeding! What happened?! What do we do?!” Blue stammered, sockets wide as saucers. Papyrus already had silent tears of horror streaking down his cheeks.

“K-Keep your heads on, sweetlings,” Muffet breathed. “Stay calm.”

It was a tall order; her own soul was racing at the amount of dust drizzling from her arm. It certainly wasn’t the first cut she got in the kitchen but it was deeper than most, turning the hand towel compress gray.

“Papyrus, storage room. Spider Cider, q-quick as you can. Sans, your neckerchief. Let’s see the tightest, sturdiest knot of your life.”

Probably Undyne, although I like Muffet and Asgore a lot too ^^

Sicktember Day 9: Overdramatic Caretaker - Undertale

“Have another bite, dearie,” Muffet urged as she foisted the bowl in one arm, stirring vigorously with another while scooping a steaming spoonful with a third.

Given that he’d barely finished the previous bite, Grillby hesitated. The cream of coal tar was as homey and hearty as ever. Combined with a thermal tarp and towels, it went a long way to warm him back up after that sudden cloudburst. That said, Muffet had whipped up enough for a whole family of fire monsters and apparently intended to see him clean the bowl in one sitting.

“…No, thank you. …I’m full.”

“What? First you lose the healthy glow in your cheeks and now your appetite?” As he muffled an ashy cough in one of his towels, she looked aghast. “You’re still sputtering; you could be on the verge of burning out and here I am stirring sludge! Why isn’t it working?! I was distracted, I-I must have done something wrong!”

She hadn’t. Fire was just fickle, quick to splash and slow to stoke. “Muffet…”

“What is it? The ratio of cream to coal must be off—or did I screw up the liquefaction to start with? I’m still new to Firish cuisine!”

“…Muffet?”

“Should I have called Dr. Alphys about the chemistry? I still need to haggle with her for some more healing extract—”

“…Muffet.” Catching her nearest hand, Grillby offered a wan but no less sincere smile. “…I won’t burn out. You’re doing fine. Although…if you really want to help…”

“Of course! What more can I do to make that obvious?”

“Sit with me…Slow down. Destress. Take deep breaths. …Kiss me better.” His chuckle at her incredulity provoked another cough but regardless he tugged her closer. “…I mean it. Sharing your oxygen…it helps.”

Well, she couldn’t argue with that.

The Undertale cast according to YouTube's automated closed captions

Connoisseur cuties <3

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J is for "Juicy"

“Let’s see how Surface meat stacks up then, eh?”

Muffet sank her fangs into the double cheeseburger without hesitation, despite the fact that it was still steaming hot. Grillby couldn’t help but tense slightly at the sounds that resulted: the crisp crunch of lettuce and onion, the sizzle of the extra grease, and not least of all Muffet’s pleasant purring.

“Hmm, mm…” The time she took to lick the juice from each finger had Grillby faintly fuming—until she finally granted him a cheeky smile. “Middling, at best, but a meal’s a meal. Blow them out of the water, dearie.”

A is for "Ask"

“Ms. Muffet’s a spider,” the bunny at the adjacent desk insisted. “So how can she be your mom?”

“Never said she was,” Papyrus muttered, fingers tightening around his pencil. “We’re just living with her, is all…”

“Why? What about your real parents? Didn’t they want you?”

“I dunno.”

“Ohhh.” Long ears flattened sympathetically. “They fell down, didn’t they? Were they friends with Ms. Muffet? Did she take you ’cause she felt bad?”

“I don’t know, okay? I dunno where they are or who they are or what—and even if I did, s’none of your beeswax. Just leave me alone.”

@whumpril Day 27: "Please don't go."

“I-I’m sorry. I was only trying to help back here; instead all I do is make trouble,” Muffet breathed. The strength it took to keep her voice even was admirable. Even Grillby, stoic as he was, balked upon lifting the fallen storeroom shelf to see her leg twisted askew underneath.

“…Healer,” he decided urgently. “I’ll go.”

“Wait, I can manage!” A full-body shudder of pain rocked her when she stretched to catch ahold of him. “Nngh! W-What are all these limbs for if I can’t get along one short?”

“Healer.”

“It isn’t worth the cost! If I can j-just get home—”

“Please don’t go…Don’t push. Stay,” he pleaded, bending to cradle her pale face. “My storeroom, my fault…My cost. My darling…” Please, don’t be stubborn enough to hurt yourself. Let me help you.

Traitorous tears of sentiment (and surrender) bubbled then; Grillby was ready and quick to dry them.

@whumpril Day 22: Stoicism Breaks

“This isn’t right. How long have you been working sick, telling no one? A week?” Two of Muffet’s hands clenched around Grillby’s nearest while another, gloved for safety, cupped his face.

“…Customer…satisfaction first…” Through the heat mirage of his fever, he could still see the flash of indignation in Muffet’s eyes.

“So health and safety come last? Forgive my mention of water but you cannot pour from an empty cup! You know this!” Biting her lower lip, she glanced away. “Or maybe I shouldn’t have been stupid enough to trust that you did.”

Not indignation; hurt.

A flare of guilt to top off the embarrassment, the full-body exhaustion…A sudden, sharp hiccup of sparks escaped him. Shuddering, he pressed his free hand to his mouth to stifle the next but it wouldn’t stave off the steam hissing down his cheeks.

“Oh, sweetspark…It’s alright, let it out. It’s just you and me.”

The other monsters flocked to Grillby, understandably. His light, warmth and low crackle were soothing, staving off the dark silence that seemed to pervade the doctor's lab. So many of his regulars, familiar faces twisted with panic, uncertainty.

They'd never been good at reading him in return; if they were, they would know he'd never felt colder. His crackling was merely a shiver as hope waned into fumes of dread.

Muffet should have been here by now. Sans too. But Grillby knew them too well—his love far too stubborn, his friend too resigned to care much for "should haves".