MsPaintGuy Writes A Fanfic: Asriel Browses /utg/

The prince of all monsters had found Frisk's computer unattended by its owner. He looked about the room and felt a powerful inquisitive curiosity conjured from no discernible source arise within the pit of his gut. He poked his head out the door of the room and looked down the blandly-colored hallway, looking side to side for any hint of life.

Finding none he ducked back into the bedroom and sauntered over to the computer, plopping his ass on the chair without ceremony. He tapped a claw across the spacebar, causing a loud clack to echo through the empty house. Instantly the screen went from idle black to the bright green and blue of a Mt. Ebott wallpaper. Asriel grinned to himself at realizing Frisk still hadn't let go of his experience there.

Now to get down to business.

He opened up Waterbear and started to type in the address. 4chan.com, no, .org. Soon he was at that disgustingly-bright homepage listing rules, boards and terrible banners. He clicked on /vg/, which rarely had anything to do with videogames. He couldn't find the specific thread he wanted so he control-f'd it. U, N, D, there it was, highlighted.

The source of all the evil in Frisk's life. Ever since he'd started posting there he'd been...different. He'd get nervous or anxious at certain actions or images that were mundane prior to his exposure. Asriel was curious as to what could possibly have such an effect on his adopted brother and hero. What sort of pit hath he wandered into which would render unto him such perversions, delusions and introspection that has taken away his entire life. Even now he was only out of the house because Toriel has taken him to get a haircut.

But now Asriel was here, armed with what he hoped to be a stronger set of morals and principles with which to stare into this abyss of degeneracy and villainy and to see with eyes opened the reasoning behind all of it. He looked at the rambling posts of anonymous monsters and humans from every corner of the world. Vile epithets thrown back and forth, slang, names and accusations seemingly out of nowhere. Actual conversation was little to none. Images satirical in nature or borderline pornographic, catering to the mainstream sexuality and fetishes from the kinky to autistic.

The prince couldn't take his eyes off of it. He was disgusted but fascinated. He clicked on nearly every image, taking in in-jokes, references, strange "Alternate Universes" and lewd materials. He even opened the pastabin links that had been posted. The first one was simply the word "Booby", which made the monster chuckle to himself. The next was some lewd story about...himself! And Frisk!

Asriel stood up, his face burning, and walked out into the hallway, once again checking for anyone in the house. He paced pass every room, closing the doors, to give himself warning in case someone were to emerge. He returned back into the bedroom and closed the door, rubbing his fingers through his hair and trying to compose himself. He sat back in the chair and leaned close to the screen, checking the author.

Tacitly-Leaps.

A strange screenname. Had to be a human or a particularly disturbed monster. Despite these conclusions, Asriel began to read. It seemed to be something almost plausible. He did like taking jogs in order to stay fit, and his father HAD bought a cabin in Norway. Even the interactions between him and Frisk were very reminiscent of their lives were actually like. It was uncanny.

Asriel shivered and his ears flopped lightly against his shoulders. It was extremely strange to find his life depicted like this, and to have someone write words he'd probably say! His brow became a concentrated landscape of wrinkles as he stared at the screen. They even got his Hyperdeath-mode down! This was beyond weird. This had become a surreal nightmare that he couldn't look away from!

And what's this? Chasing Frisk into a sauna and...

Asriel's thoughts went blank as he read what was on the page. His face was burning beneath the fur and his heart hammered in his chest. It was outrageous! Absurd! Disgusting!

And yet...

Asriel felt a tingle run down his spine and shifted in the seat before stopping suddenly.

"No, you've got to be fucking kidding me."

He'd popped a bonner.

He switched tabs back to the main thread and tried to distract himself. He opened more funny pictures and read poopoo-posts and tried to do the flibbety-floo, here's your (you). But the rebellion within the confines of his pants would not cease. Inevitably he switched back to the written fiction. He read on as was described the flavor of his spit.

Licorice...he loved licorice. And Frisk hated it.

He almost couldn't admit to himself what was happening. Kinks he didn't even know he had were being revealed pixel by pixel, letter by letter in front of him by some strange pervert on the internet. It was fascinating. And really hot.

His hand slipped past his waistband down the front of his underwear, lightly gripping his pulsing cock. He let out a slow breath as he read on, squeezing his member slowly.

"M-maybe Frisk would like to try some of this?"

He said the thought aloud and thought it sounded absurd, ridiculous, other synonyms for stupid beyond belief. And yet Frisk had been in these threads longer than he had. Maybe he'd even seen this before?

He HAD bought a pack of black licorice.

Frisk had justified it by saying another monster had bought it for him, but he hated it and kept eating it. Maybe he was trying to create some sort of stockholm-syndrome kind of deal where he'd eventually come to love it. Asriel kept reading, the beginnings of the transformation pictured vividly in his tainted imagination. As Flowey he'd done a lot of things, but this...

He didn't even notice the damp patch of cloth forming at the front of his pants from his pre. He'd given up on simply groping himself and was outright jerking off to this fiction. The thought of dominating Frisk and subjecting him to all of this...and him enjoying it this much made all rational thought evaporate from the prince's mind. He didn't even hear the front door open when he started jerking like a madman possessed by some lusty fever. The footsteps reached his door just as he came, biting his lip as his cock pulsed load after load into his underwear, splashing against the back of his hand and sending shivers through his body.

"Hey Az."

Frisk entered the room and walked over to the window, opening it.

Asriel grabbed the top of the monitor in a panic with his free hand and slammed it onto the keyboard, cracking the screen into an abstract painting of pixels and standing too quick, knocking the desk over and kicking the desktop on its side, producing a single grinding whir before shutting down suddenly.

"F-Frisk! Can't you fucking knock?!"

"It's my room, and you just fucked up MY computer, dummy. Jeeze Az, did you piss yourself?"

It was only then that Asriel noticed the hot damp patch that covered the front of his pants. He let out a bleat of despair and fled from the room.

"You owe me a new computer!" Frisk called after him.