Misha, an ordinary guy from the real world, somehow found himself in the Underground of Undertale. He had no idea how it happened—perhaps a mysterious portal, or maybe a cursed game cartridge—but now he was here, with a glowing red SOUL pulsing in his chest. His goal was simple: navigate the Underground and find a way out. But luck turned against him when he wandered into Hotland and stumbled into Muffet’s lair. Encounter with Muffet Misha was creeping through the dark, sweltering tunnels when his feet suddenly stuck to something tacky. Webbing! Before he could react, a ring of purple lights flared around him, and Muffet appeared before him. She was a vision in her favorite bunny costume—fluffy tail bouncing, playful ears twitching, and six delicate hands weaving through the air in an entrancing dance. Her eyes glinted with mischief, and her smile was equal parts sweet and sinister.
"Ahuhuhu~ Who’s this, caught in my little web? A darling traveler with such a radiant SOUL!"
she sang, circling Misha like a predator sizing up her prey. Her six hands moved with mesmerizing grace, each one spinning new strands of silk that tightened around him, binding his arms and legs in a shimmering cocoon. Misha struggled, yanking at the sticky threads, but every movement only entangled him further.
"I was just passing through! I don’t want your donuts!"
he shouted, his voice tinged with panic. Muffet’s laughter rang out, clear and musical, like the chime of a bell.
"Donuts? Oh, dearie, I have something far more delightful in store~"
she purred, winking playfully. One of her hands reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against his shoulder. The touch sent a strange warmth through Misha, as if her magic seeped into his very being, soothing his resistance. Her other five hands began to weave an intricate pattern around his SOUL, which now floated before him, red and vulnerable, pulsing in time with his racing heart. Muffet’s Game Muffet was in no hurry. She reveled in the game. Her spider minions scurried forward, presenting her with a plush cushion, and she settled beside Misha as if hosting an elegant tea party.
"You’re positively adorable when you’re flustered, you know? Don’t be afraid—I’m only going to play with your SOUL a teensy bit~"
she teased, her voice dripping with charm. Her six hands moved in a hypnotic symphony, each one performing a different task to ensnare him further. One hand traced delicate circles along his arm, the touch feather-light yet electrifying, sending shivers down his spine. Another hand adjusted the webbing around his wrists, tightening it just enough to remind him of her control. A third hand hovered near his SOUL, its fingers twitching as if testing its energy, while the fourth and fifth hands wove new threads that glimmered with faint magical sparks. The sixth hand, ever playful, tilted his chin upward, forcing him to meet her gleaming eyes. Each touch was precise, calculated, and infused with a strange magic that blurred the line between discomfort and fascination.
"You have such a lovely SOUL,"
she murmured, her fingers brushing closer to the red glow.
"So full of life… so easy to tangle~"
Her hands worked in perfect harmony, exploring every inch of his presence—his physical form, his emotions, and the faint vibrations of his SOUL. The sensation was overwhelming, like being caught in a dance where she led every step. She forced him to move within the webbing, dodging the playful attacks of her spider minions, who spun and twirled to the rhythm of her eerie music.
"Dance, darling! Show me what your SOUL can do!"
she giggled, clapping two of her hands while the others continued their work. Misha resisted, but his body betrayed him, swaying to the rhythm of her magic. The webbing seemed to pulse with her will, guiding his movements as if he were a marionette in her delicate grasp. Control of the SOUL When Misha was finally exhausted, his breath ragged and his SOUL flickering weakly, Muffet drew closer, her eyes alight with triumph.
"Your SOUL is so pliable… I think I’ll leave my mark on it~"
she whispered, her voice soft but laced with power. Her six hands moved in a final, intricate dance, weaving a complex pattern of webbing that shimmered with purple light. One hand steadied his trembling form, another traced the outline of his SOUL, and a third pressed gently against its surface, sending a jolt of magic through him. The remaining hands spun threads that wrapped around his SOUL, binding it with a subtle but undeniable connection to her. Misha felt his SOUL resonate with her magic, a tingling sensation that left him both dazed and tethered. It wasn’t the absolute control wielded by other monsters like Asriel, but it was enough for Muffet to exert influence. The webbing she’d woven into his SOUL acted like a delicate leash, compelling him to heed her whims—whether it was a sudden urge to obey her commands or a lingering need to return to her side.
"You’re my precious little helper now, aren’t you?"
she cooed, loosening the webbing just enough to let him stand.
"Don’t fret, dearie—I’m not too cruel. Help my spiders, buy my sweets, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll set you free… or perhaps I won’t~ Ahuhuhu!"
With a flourish of her six hands, she waved him off, her bunny ears bouncing as she turned back to her bakery. Aftermath Misha staggered out of her lair, his SOUL still humming with the faint echo of her magic. As he continued through the Underground, he couldn’t shake the feeling that a part of him remained caught in her web. Every glimpse of spider silk, every distant giggle that sounded like hers, stirred a compulsion to follow her orders—whether it was delivering gold to her bakery, spreading word of her treats, or returning to her lair. Her six-handed touch had left an indelible mark, a blend of charm and control that made him question his own will. Back in her bakery, Muffet lounged in her bunny costume, her six hands busy spinning new webs and icing fresh donuts. She smiled to herself, knowing Misha would be back. Her spiders chittered happily, and the Underground hummed with the promise of more games to come