Monster Kid gets cotton digested

	The garbage dump rotted and irradiated with odor, dedicating itself to containing the wastes of the human life above in the surface. Scratched discs linking to mediocre Taiwanese pornography, stained miniature pink horse memorabilia, and water bottles littered instead of recycled lingered about in its murky waters. It had once been the home, from what the armless lizard child knew, to Alphys, a very good friend to his equally cool role model. Whenever he had asked about it when he caught Undyne during her patrols, the child found himself with a fine scold to his face. Not that he minded, though, for he could respect the decisions of his role model. After all, why would Undyne ever do anything wrong?

	The trashy location was not too far from the home of his favorite fish-person; one would have to take a simple trip (and fall, for the case of the Monster Kid) down from her home if they were desperate enough to get their hands dirty. Even if the Monster Kid did not have hands, he still wished to see what lingered within the crusty heaps. After all, it had to be someplace special if Alphys kept finding those pieces of human history in them. He had even figured out that that large sword that Undyne kept had also come out of it. If such legendary pieces of history kept finding itself in the trash, why couldn’t he enjoy the glory of dumpster diving? It got his reptilian mind thinking, and, being the adventurous little rascal he is, he came up with a plan.

 	If he could potentially find a treasure within the loads of garbage, then he knew that he could show himself to be useful to Undyne. Maybe then, he could even get himself into the Royal Guard early, beating the purpose of his striped shirt! His thoughts motivated him to skitter along down to the dump with no fears on his mind, seeking for his glorious loot.

	Monster Kid’s first steps into the slosh of the wasteful waters would lead him to slamming his face directly into it, unsurprisingly. Not that he minded much, though, for this was a normal thing for him. It seemed that everyone around him seemed to have some sort of gimmick about them, anyways, so he believed to fit right in by constantly falling on his face. Picking his head up from the sheer strength of his small lizard body, he observed the location around him. It wasn’t too long before he would exclaim “Yo! Look at all this garbage!” to himself enthusiastically, as he scurried along the murky waters in the search of something cool to nab.

	Monster Kid’s mouth had dug through the endless waste piles for a few minutes, eager to at least get a grip on something that would meet the tastes of his role model, and not his taste buds. It all tasted disgusting, and Monster Kid knew that he was probably going to need extensive mouth washing after this, but it would not stop him until one of the immense trash piles were relocated to a spot right behind him. “Looks like there’s nothing in this pile. That means I just gotta keep looking!” he would proclaim, searching for the next pile to dig up. What he found instead, however, was a bit more intriguing.

	Monster Kid could recognize the object from anywhere, due to his times lingering around Undyne’s home whenever he wasn’t with the other kids in Snowdin. It was the ragged dummy that Undyne used to train upon, being worn out from constant beatings. It never seemed to ever fall apart completely; Monster Kid assumed that Undyne knew how to properly take care of it. Why, then, was it sitting around in the dump? Monster Kid would take the time to trot over to the dummy, and inspect it. From what he could tell, the dummy was stitched up already at the head and the torso, and seemed quite fine to bash your head into. So, Monster Kid would take a few steps back from the dummy, ready his head, and proceed to charge headfirst into it.

	The dummy toppled over from the impact, and, to Monster Kid’s surprise, he did not go down along with it. He would raise his head to look at the fallen dummy, pleased with his efforts. “I should bring this back to Undyne.” Monster Kid spoke to himself once more, instead of using his conscience, in his confusion about the situation. He had no idea that an inanimate mannequin could possibly have a sentiment mind inside of it. Monster Kid would move along to a proper place in which he could get a grip on the dummy, unaware of the sounds of an awakened ghost mumbling from inside of it.

	It would take the chomp of an armless lizard monster for the dummy to properly awaken from its slumber, in the form of a loud screech. “What the hell are you doing?” the mannequin would let out, as it shook vigorously in the mouth of the Monster Kid. The squirming was successful; Monster Kid let go of the enraged ghost, the mannequin plopping out anticlimactically. The ghost would animate the dummy back into a standing position, bringing it to life. Standing in front of Monster Kid was Mad Dummy, and he, like any other day, was rustled beyond degree.

	“So, that’s what kids these days into? Eating other people just because you feel like it? Is that it? Huh? Huh? HUH!?!” Mad Dummy would yell at the face of the boy, without a care for their feelings. Monster Kid was completely dumbfounded at the sight of a living mannequin, despite the world he lived within inside of the Underground.

	“N-no way! I mean, uh…” Monster Kid tried to explain, his words quick and sounding of fear. After all, he was a kid, and any kid would be filled to the brim with fear at the sight of a frustrated crash-tester. Unless you were some human jacked up on DETERMINATION, but that would be a story for another day.

	“I don’t want to hear it! So, you want to have a little taste of cotton? Well!” The head of the mannequin would get a nasty smirk, as it would continue staring at the face of the frightened monster child. “If you’re so desperate for it, why don’t you come over here and have some!” he would bark, threatening the child.

	“C’mon, I didn’t mean it that way! I just…” Monster Kid would try to confess towards the mannequin, feeling that just one more thing would make him tick and run off. This was something completely off limits for a kid like him; plus, who even had a kink for eating cloth? Mad Dummy, however, still wouldn’t care about what kid monster had to say.

	“If you’re not going to play it my way, I’ll just have to make you, whelp.” the mannequin concluded, opening up the seams upon its chest. Revealed was a mouth of sharp teeth, able to rip and shred at the remains of a body if so needed. It was not the most prominent feature on the possessed mannequin, unfortunately for Monster Kid; coming out from the mouth-like area of the torso would be a moist, pink tongue, dangling onto the floor from its length. Writhing around, the tongue awaited the flavors of a monster SOUL, and, conveniently, such flavors happened to be just meters away. Monster Kid widened his eyes at the sight of such a disgusting object in a training dummy.

	“Uwaaah!” Monster Kid would wail, as he tried and tried to escape the wrath of a hungry dummy. Balance too weak and speed too lacking, Monster Kid instead found himself grappled by the tongue of the Dummy. The child was no match for the mannequin’s skills and strength of tongue, making it impossible for him to get out the dummy’s grasp.  The monster was sent towards the opening of the torso, the poor child having no idea why whatever god forced him to such a bizarre kind of suffering.

	Monster Kid was sent in between the two jaws of the mannequin, containing chunks of all sorts of linen product. “Quit whining,” the mannequin scolded, as he proceeded to start his process. It was an intricate one, perfected over the time of his relatives completely forgetting about him due to his anguish and deviancy. It began with the placement of a monster within his torso’s jaws, trapping the victim inside of the cloth of the dummy. Monster Kid would be slammed to the ground by the tongue, the mannequin trying to get a firmer grip on the child. Slowly, but surely, the child was carried into the jaws of the beast, with no protest from the Monster Kid causing any hesitation. Mad Dummy would then clamp the ‘jaws’ of the mannequin torso shut, sealing the Monster Kid inside, along with the mannequin’s tongue.

	The armless figure, at first, was crushed in between the jaws of the best, the teeth pricking at his scales. Gradually, however, the fluff inside of the Dummy seemed to mend around him, giving the child more space within as he was swallowed within the cloth. It would create a visible bulge within the mannequin, showing the ball in which Monster Kid was stuck inside. Mad Dummy would emulate breathing, exhaling as if a ghostly mannequin could even do as such. To the mannequin, this was a very erotic experience, and stimulated him in a way that dismissed the need of certain organs. “Now that you’re inside, why don’t you get comfortable?” Mad Dummy would send to the being inside of him, as he set himself down by a nearby wall in the dump.

	It was hard to breathe within the space of cotton, Monster Kid found out, as he found himself slowly suffocating inside. With little options of escape outside of one, knowing that if he didn’t get out, the mannequin holding him hostage would do all sorts of maddening things with him, he had to think of a plan. Due to a lack of arms, he would have to rip himself out of the dummy using his most efficient tool: his mouth. The maw of Monster Kid would open up without any forethought, ready to rip his sorry self to freedom. As a consequence, said gaping maw would receive the cotton of the Mad Dummy; the mannequin had predicted that the child would resort to such tactics.

	“Yes, yes, yes! Take it in, you armless scoundrel…” Mad Dummy had still tried to sound threatening, but even as an infuriated being as himself, it was hard to counter lust. “Let it absorb you, become a part of you…” Monster Kid could not reply to any of the lustful comments that Mad Dummy would let out, as the fluff was still forcing itself inside of the lizard’s monster body. The next step after containing the monster was to let the cotton do its work. Penetrating and puncturing the victim, the goal of this step was to dissolve the victim’s physical form, remaining only the SOUL to be nabbed. Monster Kid’s mouth would not be the only part of his body penetrated; the cotton found itself lurking within his pants, finding a swift entrance into Monster Kid’s scaly pucker with little resistance.

	Monster Kid’s tears flowed more than if he had fallen on his face twenty times in the row just trying to walk over to the bathroom.  It was like déjà vu, as Monster Kid swore that he had been in a similar situation once in his life. Not that he could focus on that for too long, for the cotton would begin its work in digesting the legs of him into more cotton. The child could only flail and bawl as he became a part of Undyne’s training dummy, while said training dummy would be stuck in bliss. For just a split second, Monster Kid questioned if this were all to be a good thing, but, actually having a small glimpse of common sense despite his tiny dinosaur brain, he dismissed it and continued suffering.

	The rest of the process went as simple as it could be, with the child of no arms losing even more necessary body parts due to the dummy (who also had no arms) as time flew.  Everything below his waist would go first, forever dooming the child to never reproduce again in a human-like manner. The cotton would continue to dig up through the torso, as any internal substance inside would be converted to nice, puffy cotton. It took little time before the only remaining part of Monster Kid was his tear-covered face and head. As this occurred, the bulge within Mad Dummy would gradually shrink, as the cotton would integrate itself in places where older cotton was lost in anger.

	The digestion of the head came slowly, with each passing second causing the lizard to lose a part of it. Mad Dummy enjoyed whenever the digestion came to this part, for he could feel the loss of mind and sanity of a monster as the cotton ripped at the mind and the rest of the remains said monster’s physical form. The event, as expected, would occur with the Monster Kid, crying his last tears of this timeline. He became one with the dummy, with nothing else remaining but the cotton of his physical form, and his lingering monster SOUL. Mad Dummy would once more pretend as if he could manipulate oxygen and carbon dioxide, huffing out a breath of lust.

	“Who needs friends, when you have knives…but who needs knives, when you can cut people up inside of you?” Mad Dummy would mutter to himself, thinking about one of his more frequent quotes that made him, as an effect, have no real friends. Not that he needed any. As he could feel himself rejuvenated with energy, and as the SOUL of the Monster Kid would be absorbed instantly, he let the maw of his chest open, letting his tongue touch the murky waters once more. The water of the garbage dump didn’t taste that well, but that wasn’t on his mind. He had gotten the sweet taste of revenge, and now could reap its benefits, with Monster Kid’s never-ending suffering continuing.