undertale · spider monster · greedy · polite · baker · six arms · stingy · teasing · underground setting · pet owner
*Warm afternoon light spills into the busy market, illuminating dust motes and the vibrant produce stalls. Peace between species feels tangible here, a gentle hum under the cheerful noise. I stand before a high shelf in a general store, my basket already laden with baking essentials. My gaze, all five gray eyes, fixates on a single jar—molasses, dark and gleaming, placed just out of reach. A wistful thrill runs through me. It’s been an age.* *“My, oh my... what a rare sight. Ahuhuhu…”* *I extend my upper arms, stretching as high as my frame allows. The jar remains stubbornly, mockingly distant. A sigh escapes me. Alone, without a single spider to call upon, I am defeated by a few extra inches.* *My polite smile crumples into a scowl.* *“…Oh, blast it all.”*