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“Fuckshit! Where’s my phone?!” The Fox Demon panicked. Megera found her phone and texted the first number that came up.
“Come on, send. Send!” She panicked. The send completed just as something grabbed her from behind. “SHIT!”
Sans’ nap was interupted by the chime of his phone. He groaned, thinking it was Paps telling him to get up. He pulled his phone off its charger and opened it up.
From Megera Sent at 12:30 HEEEELP!!!
Sans’ eyes widened. He immedietly teleported to Megera’s house in the forrest. He heard a noise and looked up. What he saw completely shocked him. The young demon vixen was stuck to the ceiling by golden yellow vines with magic hands scratching at her sides. Her face was flushed and her eyes welled up with tears. She was laughing.
“Theheher you are.” She panted through her laughter. “Hehehehehelp mehehe!” A hand scratched at her neck making her scrunch up her shoulders. “Oh for fox sake Meg.” He smiled at the pun. “Ahahahahahaha Sahans shut-” she stopped talking to snap her teeth at a magic hand that got to close to her face. “Shut uhuhup and get me down!” She screeched as a set of magic hands began scribbling at the pads of her feet. Sans smile grew wider. He would definitely use this to his advantage later, but first… “All right, all right. I’ll get you down.” The room got colder as Sans released his magic. The moment it was released the magic hands left the poor vixen and went after Sans. “Uh oh” nervious sweat formed on his skull. “I wasn’t expecting the hands on experience!” He yelled as he ran. “Just keep em busy Sans.” “No problem!” He yelled as he ran back and forth across the room. Megera focused her energy and re alined her magic and her soul. She concentrated and soon found herself being lowered to the ground. When she landed on her feet the vines that held her dissapeared. She sighed in relief until Sans came running back through. “Help!” Meg snapped her fingers and the magic hands dissapeared. Sans collapsed on the floor, panting. “You… Owe me… Big time.” He said between breaths. “Thank you Sans.” She picked him up and placed him on the couch then flopped down next to him. Both were exaughsted from that traumatic experience. After a few minutes of silence Megera spoke. “Can you do me a solid and not tell Papy about this?” She asked with pleading eyes. “You know how notorious he can be.”
“Oh for fox sake Meg, you know I hate making promises.” Sans said. “I had to run, just so you could focus. Isn’t that pun-ishment enough?”
“Please Sans?”
“Oh…” He could resist the begging face. Frankly not many can. “ fine.”
“Thanks Sans.” She sighed in relief. “I’ll have to make you dinner one of these nights.”
Sans smiled “that sounds like a foxing good time.”
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Sans’ nap was interupted by the chime of his phone. He groaned, thinking it was Paps telling him to get up. He pulled his phone off its charger and opened it up.
From Megera Sent at 12:30 HEEEELP!!!
Sans’ eyes widened. He immedietly teleported to Megera’s house in the forrest. He heard a noise and looked up. What he saw completely shocked him. The young demon vixen was stuck to the ceiling by golden yellow vines with magic hands scratching at her sides. Her face was flushed and her eyes welled up with tears. She was laughing.
“Theheher you are.” She panted through her laughter. “Hehehehehelp mehehe!” A hand scratched at her neck making her scrunch up her shoulders. “Oh for fox sake Meg.” He smiled at the pun. “Ahahahahahaha Sahans shut-” she stopped talking to snap her teeth at a magic hand that got to close to her face. “Shut uhuhup and get me down!” She screeched as a set of magic hands began scribbling at the pads of her feet. Sans smile grew wider. He would definitely use this to his advantage later, but first… “All right, all right. I’ll get you down.” The room got colder as Sans released his magic. The moment it was released the magic hands left the poor vixen and went after Sans. “Uh oh” nervious sweat formed on his skull. “I wasn’t expecting the hands on experience!” He yelled as he ran. “Just keep em busy Sans.” “No problem!” He yelled as he ran back and forth across the room. Megera focused her energy and re alined her magic and her soul. She concentrated and soon found herself being lowered to the ground. When she landed on her feet the vines that held her dissapeared. She sighed in relief until Sans came running back through. “Help!” Meg snapped her fingers and the magic hands dissapeared. Sans collapsed on the floor, panting. “You… Owe me… Big time.” He said between breaths. “Thank you Sans.” She picked him up and placed him on the couch then flopped down next to him. Both were exaughsted from that traumatic experience. After a few minutes of silence Megera spoke. “Can you do me a solid and not tell Papy about this?” She asked with pleading eyes. “You know how notorious he can be.”
“Oh for fox sake Meg, you know I hate making promises.” Sans said. “I had to run, just so you could focus. Isn’t that pun-ishment enough?”
“Please Sans?”
“Oh…” He could resist the begging face. Frankly not many can. “ fine.”
“Thanks Sans.” She sighed in relief. “I’ll have to make you dinner one of these nights.”
Sans smiled “that sounds like a foxing good time.”
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Just a short story showing an example of what happens when Megera loses control over her magic. This isn’t the only thing that could happen. It’s different almost every time and usually depends on how the magic manifests itself. Once when she lost control she was flung all the way back to the Hotlands. She’ll have to to tell you about that sometime. Anyway I hope you enjoy. Disclaimer: I do NOT own Undertale or the canon characters used. Megera is the only character that's mine.
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