Plutonium66
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A War Criminal and a Courtesan by Plutonium66
Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game), Original Work
07 Feb 2026
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Girls and boys are sold then abandoned.
Burdens can carry more than you think.
You have to survive or you deal with situations where you become the problem.
Don't ever get attached.
I learned it the hard way.
- Lust
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The biting wind whipped around Killer's skull, the black liquid weeping from his empty sockets stinging his cheekbones. Duty was a cold mistress, but a necessary one. He adjusted the magically conjured muscle in his chest, the artificial weight a constant reminder of the task at hand. Around him, Dust shifted, his shorter frame a blur of controlled movement as he scanned the desolate landscape. Horror, a hulking shadow against the grey sky, remained silent, his single eye scanning across the landscape.
"Anything?" Killer rasped,
Dust shook his head, his face turned away from Killer "Nothing but scrub and whispers."
Whispers of revolution.
Horror suddenly stiffened, his massive hand rising and pointing to a faint figure. He tilts his head, his skull creaking softly like a door being scratched at. "Down there."
Killer followed Horror's point. A thin plume of smoke curled against the horizon. It was becoming more visible the more he looked, A campsite. A potential breeding ground for rebellion. His empty sockets burned with a phantom fire. He tightened his grip on the hilt of his conjured blade in his pouch,
"Let's remind them what happens to traitors," Killer voiced. The hunt had begun.
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They were constantly on the move
Dream is tired and Nightmare was stubborn.
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If I had one choice for my life decisions, I would choose to end this suffering. The cycle repeats itself and yet I'm left in the dust with nothing but my thoughts to think of as imagined scenarios in my head on the brink of death. No amount of screaming or shaking will catch my attention. No amount of people crying and begging will help the now-deceased me. But as people started surrounding my corpse as if I was really important, I pitted them in the last moments of my vision before darkness.
I used to think that I would go to the afterlife and have lady death give me mercy in her judgment. But the soft covers of my bed fill me with the beauty of radiant sun stinging my vision
“How lovely.” was all I would state.
But these warm calming covers would soon release into doom the moment he would come.
“Let's just count the days until it's time.” death was something people would consider terrifying and was very peaceful for me.
Getting up and out of the covers was one thing, but doing any house chores was another.