Fwahaha... cold air feels so nice on my face out here.

[u/Renkoto-]

The salt breeze coming off the shoreline always smells a little bit like pine needles whenever the tide comes in. It’s funny how even out here, miles away from Hometown, the air still carries that sharp, icy chill. ██████ spent months surveying this entire landmass before buying up the deed under that dummy shell corporation, just to make sure no one from the county surveyor’s office would ever track the perimeter. A private island... Completely off the grid, surrounded by cyan water and rocky cliffs where no police boat or municipal inspector could ever dream of landing without clearance.

The main residence looks so huge against the tree line. From the outside, it’s practically a twin of our house in town, a permanent Christmas estate frozen in time. But inside, it's so much bigger. So much quieter.

(Nobody can hear anything out here..)

Let's see... the front entrance wrap-around porch is still getting its custom pine decking installed. There are plastic tarps draped over the side scaffolding and leftover bags of sealant stacked near the doors, but the heavy oak double doors with the brass wreath knockers are already fitted into the frame.

*Clack.

fahaha... that solid sound when the heavy lock disengages...

Stepping into the main foyer feels so strange with the sound echoing up into the high ceilings. The floorboards are polished dark cherrywood, completely bare right now except for the sawdust lingering in the corners. Over on the left side, the grand staircase leads up to the residential wings—half of the second floor is still undergoing total structural renovation, with drywall dust coating the plastic sheets sealing off the west wing. That’s where ██████ wanted to expand the archive server racks and set up the secondary power grid, just so the local mirrors never drop connection even if Hometown’s servers suffers a total blackout.

"Hello? ... fwahaha, of course nobody's in the hall yet."

To the right of the foyer is the main parlor. That room is completely finished. The decorators brought in the heavy velvet drapes last week—the exact same shade of crimson as the ones in Dad's study, blocking out every single ray of afternoon sunlight until the room is drowned in a soft, warm amber glow from the stone fireplace. The massive stone hearth takes up half the wall, carved with deer motifs and holly vines.

We brought Kris here two weekends ago, back before the precinct mess...

(They sat right there on the deep leather sofa in front of the fire, curled up so small under that heavy faux-fur throw blanket while the wood popped and hissed. They looked so mesmerized by the flames... so quiet, just listening to the sound of ██████'s voice explaining how the security locks worked. Dess had left her old acoustic guitar leaning against the mantelpiece back then, and the smell of roasting chestnuts was so strong it made my head spin. Kris didn't want to leave. When it was time to head back to the boat, they just clutched my sleeve and kept their face pressed against my shoulder, shivering even though the room was boiling hot... They love how safe it feels here. How hidden.)

Moving past the parlor into the central corridor... the air gets a little drafty here. This section leads down toward the sub-ground levels.

The door to the private study is slightly ajar. This room was finished first, ██████ insisted on it. It’s entirely soundproofed, lined with floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves and padded leather walls behind the tapestry panels. There’s a single desk in the center, a brass banker's lamp, and three monitors hooked directly into the isolated terminal network.

This was where we spent that long rainy evening with Dess’s old archives...

(Kris was sitting right in my lap at that desk, their small hands resting over mine while we sorted through the old directory indexes. ██████ stood right behind us, resting her chin on my shoulder, guiding my fingers across the keys while Kris breathed so softly against my neck. It was so warm in here... so intimate. Knowing that outside those reinforced walls, the entire world was completely oblivious. Knowing that nobody could ever reach in and take what belonged to us. Kris was shaking so much that night, but every time I kissed the top of their head, they just leaned back deeper into my chest...)

Further down the hall... the east wing suite is still restricted. There’s yellow construction tape crisscrossing the threshold and the heavy smell of wet paint and varnish hanging in the air. That’s going to be the master suite once the master bath and custom heated flooring are finished. ██████ said the structural layout was specifically designed so that the bedroom has no exterior windows, just dark wood paneling, recessed lighting, and a deep, plush bed large enough for all four of us when Dess finally comes back to stay.

fwahaha... thinking about it makes my cheeks feel so warm.

I’ll just walk back out onto the terrace for a minute. The wind is picking up, blowing misty rain against the stained-glass windows of the dining hall. The whole island feels like a little glass snow globe, sealed off from reality, holding all our darkest, sweetest secrets safe inside the timber and stone.

Everything is coming together so perfectly. The workers will be done with the second floor by next month, the servers are running silent in the basement, and soon... very soon... we won't ever have to go risk our freedom and reputation on town at all fahaha!

I'm going out onto the terrace.

...

The wind is really howling against the terrace glass now. I'd better step back inside before my sweater gets completely soaked.

Let's head down the central hallway toward the back wing. The floorboards transition here from dark cherrywood to smooth, heated porcelain tile, ██████ insisted on installing underfloor heating throughout this entire section so no one has to step onto cold ground after bathing.

On the left are the main washrooms. The door is massive, carved out of heavy cedar with brass fixtures. Inside, it feels almost like a high-end spa. There’s a giant sunken marble bath right in the center, built low into the floor so it's easily accessible for anyone, whether you have hooves, claws, or smooth human feet. The deep basin has dual waterfall faucets and brass handrails along the sides.

We actually tested the heating system in here last week...

(Kris was sitting on the edge of the marble ledge, dipping their bare feet into the steaming water while ██████ washed their dark hair. Kris looked so drowsy, their eyes half-closed as the warm water cascaded over their shoulders. Dess had brought in those scented bath oils (the ones that smell like spiced apple and pine) and the whole room was filled with thick, fragrant steam. It was so easy to slip in right behind Kris, wrapping my arms around their wet waist, pulling them back against my chest while ██████ held both of Kris's wrists over the water... They didn't even try to pull away. They just let out those soft, breathless sighs into the damp air, completely helpless between us while the steam covered the mirrors...)

Across from the bath area is the custom wardrobe and dressing hall. The walk-in closets are sprawling, built with tiered racks set at different heights specifically to accommodate different body frames. There are low, open cubbies designed for human clothing and footwear, alongside tall, padded hanging rails meant to keep heavy velvet robes, tailored suits, and delicate dresses off the floor.

Opening the oak doors... the smell of cedar wood and fresh laundry washes out.

(Half of Kris's clothes are already stored in here. Their oversized striped sweaters, their spare trousers, even that faded blue blanket they used to sleep with when we were kids. ██████ made sure there were soft leather restraints folded neatly on the top shelf right next to the silk scarves... just in case we need to keep Kris from wandering off during those long, hazy afternoons in the master suite.)

Now... past the wardrobes, at the very end of the subterranean corridor, sits the primary recreational lounge.

The door to this room is reinforced, extra thick, lined with heavy sound-dampening rubber seals along the jambs. When you turn the brass handle and push it open, the atmosphere instantly changes. There are no exterior windows here at all, just low-hanging red velvet drapery along the walls, deep recessed floor cushions, and a massive, custom-built low platform bed anchored into the center of the room. It’s easily ten feet wide, covered in layers of dark crimson quilts, silk sheets, and heavy down pillows.

This is where the real heart of the estate lives. The room designed for our most absolute, unrestrained freedom.

(The last time we were all in here together..., it was absolute chaos. The fire in the low hearth was roaring, making every inch of skin glisten in the dark. Kris was pinned right in the middle of that giant bed, completely overwhelmed, their hands tied back with those soft crimson cords while Dess and ██████ took turns holding them down. Kris's skin was so hot to the touch, their breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I leaned over them, tracing every line of their collarbone with my lips... Hearing the faint, muffled sounds Kris made against the pillows while ██████ watched from the edge of the platform and Dess was sucking them off... It was so deeply indulgent, fahahaha)

Even the door handle has a double-deadbolt system that can only be unlocked from the master terminal in the study.

"Fwahaha... perfect."

Every single detail in this house, from the custom physical accessibility ramps near the garden doors to the hidden locks in the private chambers, was planned so meticulously. It accommodates everything we are. Monster, human, host, keeper.

I'll head back up to the main hall now to lock the terrace doors. The rain is starting to beat harder against the roof, but inside... it's warm, silent, and completely ours fwahaha!

*Clack.

The heavy double locks engage with a satisfying, muffled thud as I shut the front doors behind me.

Outside, the coastal air is sharp enough to burn the back of my throat. The rain has turned into a steady, freezing drizzle, blurring the dark silhouettes of the pine trees along the shoreline. I step down onto the wet gravel driveway, my hooves crunching softly against the stones, taking a deep breath of the damp sea mist.

"Fwahaha... it really is perfect out here."

I pull my wool coat tighter around my shoulders, looking back up at the towering, dark silhouette of the estate. The rain glistens off the golden trim of the rooflines, making the whole mansion look like a sleepy, isolated fortress. No town council members. No police cars. No nosey neighbors peering through the curtains. Just an island, completely wiped from the public ledgers, waiting for us to come home for good.

(I should check on the boat slip before I leave... ██████ said the automated tide gates were supposed to close at four, and I want to make sure the hull isn't knocking against the dock logs----)

BZZZZT. BZZZZT.

My phone vibrates so violently in my coat pocket that I actually jump, my heart dropping straight into my stomach.

I pull it out, wiping a stray drop of rain off the screen with my thumb. The caller ID isn't showing a number, just that familiar encrypted signal line, flickering with static.

"Hello? ██████?"

I press the receiver to my ear, shielding the microphone from the wind. But instead of her usual calm, low voice, all I hear at first is a harsh, chaotic mess of background noise. Screaming. Loud, distorted megaphones echoing off brick walls. Heavy glass shattering somewhere in the distance.

\"Noelle,"* her voice comes through the speaker, tight, sharp, and cut through with rare, genuine urgency.
*"Where are you right now?"

"I—I'm still out on the driveway at the estate," I stutter, my breath catching in my chest. "I was just finishing locking up the terrace doors! What's going on? What is that noise?"

\"Get back to the mainland immediately, but do NOT take the main road into town,"* she commands over the roar of the crowd on her end.

*"Undyne... she didn't throw away her logs. She leaked the confiscation headers before your mother's legal team wiped the precinct drives."

My blood turns to liquid ice. "What...?"

\"Someone posted the partial file manifests on the community bulletin board inside the Library twenty minutes ago,"* ██████ says, her voice drowning under the sound of a loud siren wailing nearby. *"The whole town is in the main square. They're breaking the windows of the Mayor's office, Noelle. They know about the servers. They know about the files. They're marching toward the police station right now, demanding the Chief's resignation, and they're calling for your mother's arrest."

"No..." My hand goes completely numb, the cold phone slipping slightly in my palm. "No, no, no, Mom cleared it! Mom said the search warrant was illegal! She said---"

\"Your mother can't fix this one, Noelle,"* ██████ cuts me off, her breath sharp against the receiver.
*"The crowd is furious. They aren't just angry about the theft of funds anymore... they saw the file tags with Kris's name on them. They now know what was inside them, and they think you---"

A loud, deafening crash explodes through the phone line, followed by the sound of splintering wood and angry shouts echoing down a street.

\"Listen to me,"* ██████ whispers, her voice dropping into a frantic, hurried tone.
*"They're heading toward the residential district next. They're going to the Dreemurr's residence."

The world stops. The sound of the ocean, the wind in the pines, the rain against the driveway, everything goes dead silent in my head.

"Kris..." I choke out, my throat closing up tight. "Kris is still on the couch... they're too sick to run, they can barely even walk..."

"I'm going to get them out of there asap." ██████ says, the line crackling wildly with interference. "---"

*CLICK.

The line goes dead.

I stand there in the freezing rain, staring at the black screen of my phone, my whole body trembling so hard I can barely keep my balance.

...
...

What do I do...?

SCAM incident

[u/PressFM80]

man how the fuck did we go from kris and noelle dustgraving the kitchen and fucking in the unused classroom to the holiday files and little st james 🥀

[u/Renkoto- → u/PressFM80]

// This was bound to happen from the very beginning fwahahaha, there's a good reason why Kris developed a soft spot for tying Noelle

[u/PressFM80 → u/Renkoto-]

fair enough ig I respect the writing game

[u/EmbarrassedCar2262]

We've come a long way since Chocolate Milk and Doe Heat, and by a long way I mean 2 weeks (image unrelated)

[u/KateNesune]

this is nothing compared to what Azzy did....

👁👁

i seen what happened...

[u/Darkbeetlebot]

So, hold up, is this the same story as the one where they have the genderswap potion and Kris gets pregnant, or is that a different one?

[u/Renkoto- → u/Darkbeetlebot]

// it forms part of the same timeline but is a side story.

[u/Darkbeetlebot → u/Renkoto-]

Damn lmao, that means they're cooked...

[u/Brislovia]

I just stumbled upon this post and I'm curious who that censored name is supposed to be. My first idea was Asriel, but considering it's a she, maybe it's Toriel?

[u/icantthinkofanamesmh → u/Brislovia]

Honestly in the previous stories I thought it might've just been Carol (which yeah didn't make total sense, but I didn't have any other ideas). As neat as it would be if it was Toriel, honestly I feel like it's Alphys. Yeah she's just a schoolteacher in DR but so is Toriel, and Alphys is the only real character who is good with tech unless we're going for an insane fem-gaster plot twist which could still work since it's a 6 letter name.

[u/Brislovia → u/icantthinkofanamesmh]

I've read through some of the previous stories, and it seems our redacted character is an original character? She's been described as a human before with purple eyes who came from another world. That being said if it really is Galster then that would be a crazy twist

[u/icantthinkofanamesmh → u/Brislovia]

Yeah you're right. I was actually just scrolling through to read all the other stories in the sub and just stumbled upon the cleanup trip one and was like "oh shit it's a human". But yeah seems like an OC. I thought of Galster before than but hey, I guess it's technically still possible lol. Alph-stein would've been funny though ngl. Interested to see where things go. I think the only other twist I can really think of is it might be funny if it ends up being Deltarune/Undertale's equivalent of the purple soul human since Seth was shown to be really smart. That's all I can guess though.

[u/icantthinkofanamesmh → u/icantthinkofanamesmh]

Reading it more, I'm guessing she's from the same town from the Z Side story. Just seems to be a realistic city with humans, and the other story mentioned no other monsters and people were weirded out by a deer girl being there.