Blood, Gore, and A Touch of Lust

Forced Adaptation

"Just do it, you act like it's poisonous!"

"That's n-not necessary really, Horror." Lust spoke timidly, not initially making eye contact with Horror. He wasn't quite used to;—well, any of this.

At the moment, Horror was—once again—attempting to persuade Lust eat raw meat. But, for possibly the 17th time, Lust refused. Which was starting to irritate Horror. Because, you see there weren't a whole lot of trees in Horrortale's Snowdin that could be used as firewood to cook said meat- considering they were all frozen, and therefore-wet, leaving practically unusable. However, Lust absolutely refused to eat any sort of meat that was not cooked. The mere thought of it made the taller feel nauseous...

"Oh, but it is. You're going to have to do it sooner or later. Well, that is, if you want to live." Horror spoke, with a matter-of-fact kind of certainty in the smaller's voice. "Eating isn't very common here. This here is wolve's meat—the best kind of meat, really. Savoury, juicy, fatty... You can't really get better than that."

"S-still, I really don't want to..." Lust stammered out. Lust really didn't want to have to eat the raw meat, not now, not ever.

Horror sighed, setting the cut of meat down onto a cracked plate.

"Well, you know that old saying 'You don't know unless you try?'" Horror was staring directly at Lust, unblinking. It creeped Lust out, but then again... He was in Horrortale.

"Y... Yeah?" Lust wasn't sure where this was going, but he wasn't going to be convinced to eat raw meat. No matter what.

"Well, let's change that saying a bit; how about 'You don't know until you're forced into a life-threatening situation'?" Horror implored, giving Lust a smirk that made him feel wildly uncomfortable.

Lust paled. What was Horror hinting at? Surely he wasn't going to leave Lust outside or anything of the sort... Yes, Horror was just trying to intimidate Lust into eating the meat.  Lust calmed himself. He was fine. Horror wouldn't do anything of the sort... Or would he? What if Lust had been lulled into a false sense of security!? When they first met a few days ago, and Horror said he had been too scrawny to eat—what if he was lying? What if he was trying to-

"Oi. You look a bit whiter than usual. Stop thinking about whatever it is you're thinking. I'm not the type to be subtle about my plans. So here." Horror extended a hand to Lust. "Come with me." Lust tentatively grabbed Horror's hand, allowing for Horror to lead him.
Horror tightened his grip making Lust wince, and lead him to a decayed wooden door. It made Lust wonder what could have possibly happened to this place for everything to be so run down.

Now that Lust thought about it, every universe had a Frisk and Chara, so where were they? Perhaps this universe happened to have no final human... Or maybe this was one of the rare cases where it was perpetually set in a neutral route. Usually, you'll see perpetual genocide, or pacifist runs.

'Why am I contemplating, I could just ask!' Lust thought to himself.
Just as he finished phrasing his question, and opened his mouth to ask it, he was handcuffed.

Lust gasped from surprise and quickly looked around. Apparently, Lust was so deep within his own thoughts, he had been led through the door, walked through a small hall, down a set of stairs, and then here, all without him even noticing.

"Wh-what are you dOi-AAA!" Lust's query was quickly cut off by a swift kick from behind—the kick being aimed at his knee joint. Lust crumpled to the ground, the fall giving him a few bruises here and there.

A chunk of raw meat was tossed near Lust. He could get to it, but he wasn't close enough to smell it.

"Let's see how you fare in a situation of life or death. Will you eat to survive? Or will you die, shriveled and starved, simply because you refuse to take what's available and make the best of it." Horror's voice spoke from in front of Lust. His voice sounded flat, cold, and dead; as if he didn't care what happened to Lust.

But that wasn't true at all. Horror did care—almost irrationally—and he knew how this would end. Lust would eat to survive, and then he would be let out. Horror would give him space for a bit—after all, Horror saw no reason any sane person would want to be near the one who seemed to not care for their life. Unless the person in question was rather social... Then, the person in question could develop an odd attachment to Horror—not to be mistaken for Stockholm Syndrome, though.

Horror quickly left the basement, not exactly wanting to stay. He would check on Lust once a day, to see how he was faring. But other than that, he won't be interacting with Lust much. If Horror had to be honest to himself though, he felt bad for doing this to Lust. He was only doing this because if he didn't, Lust would end up becoming a problem. Lust was a picky eater, and that simply won't work in a universe where food is scarce. Horror was doing what he had to, but that didn't make it any less cruel.

Horror sighed. This sucks.
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This was edited by Mavi_Sumukler by the way! Thanks for that~