Boss Tigger

Disclaimer: Lisa is property of Austin “D.L.” Jorgensen. Undertale is property of Toby Fox. I have lost my God damned mind. Joy. Contrary to its name, the drug makes you feel nothing. No happiness, but no sadness, no anger, nothing at all. When there is nothing else–no escape from whatever you’re feeling there’s always Joy, and for someone who is feeling everything nothing can be only ecstasy. Unfortunately, the price of feeling nothing is terrible. When you suppress those horrible feelings, all the obsessions, angers, and fears you have flee your mind for anywhere else. Your mind crumbles, your soul erodes, and your body twists into horror. All that’s left of you are those denied impulses and desires personified as a monstrosity–a beast that has gotten rid of the pain of being a man. In the dark caverns under the blasted and ruined land of Olathe this understanding of Joy and its debilitating effects wasn’t lost to the last female alive. No, Buddy Armstrong didn’t care about the effects in the least as she chomped down on the round blue pill that took away her ability to feel. In fact… the last thing she wanted to feel in that moment was anything at all. Pushing herself up from the stalagmite her body had smashed against and broke, the poncho-clad, red skull-masked girl rose up and swallowed the crushed pieces of the pill–its effects taking over immediately as she looked up at the swollen and twisted monstrosity that shambled through the wide tunnel towards her. Its arms lanky and seemingly unable to haul around the rest of its mass, the Joy Mutant moved with haste, its broad mouth open to reveal misshapen teeth and a wiggling tongue that sought to taste the morsel that had wandered into its sight. It raised one arm and swung down at Buddy, who waited for the arm to come close before she sprang. With the sound of metal rending flesh and the clang of it smashing through bone, she took off its hand and much of its forearm with a decisively aimed strike. The Joy Mutant roared in anger and lunged with its head, teeth bared to bite down hard into Buddy as she set her feet against a stalactite and kicked off, the chomp smashing through the rock like it was made of brittle clay. From the destroyed stalactite Buddy kicked off the monster’s opposite shoulder and fell to the ground behind it, landing in a rough tumble and coming to a stop in a bruised heap. As the monster howled in pain, the sound echoing off the cavern walls and sending other creatures in the dark fleeing in fear… Buddy slowly pushed herself up and leaned onto her sword as a crutch. “Rando…” She muttered before she pushed herself off. This would not be happening if he had not abandoned her. The sound of the mutant’s heavy breathing alerted her to look back and then move to avoid both its remaining hand and the bleeding stump. She rolled forward, and then kept running as the enraged mutant pursued her. With the help of Joy, she hardly felt the injuries that would’ve normally hobbled her sprint. The Joy also eliminated the anger that she felt–that would’ve otherwise impaired the split-second judgements that she had to make as she kept ahead of the mutant in search of a better arena to fight it in. And there was so much anger. At the man who abandoned her, at the man who caged her, and at the many men who saw her as something to be possessed and owned. Something to do with as they please, or leave their mark upon. Even when she couldn’t feel it, Buddy knew those feelings were there. Joy couldn’t make her forget, but it could make it easy. Easy to fight, easy to kill, easy to survive. In that sense, with the power to fight back granted by Olathe’s final poison… she could truly call herself free–she could be happy. Buddy, the Joyful. A clearing of cracked and holed ground lay ahead, lit by sunlight piercing through the gaps of a crumbling ceiling. It was wide open and clear of many obstacles, though. This would be the best place for her to fight. Avoiding another swipe of the mutant’s severed stump, Buddy landed a safe distance back and raised the sword in her hands, pointing it at the mutant before she propelled herself forward. Dashing straight for its bloated middle, she suddenly swerved left to avoid its remaining hand and jumped to and off its arm to plunge her sword into its throat. Her slice was dead on, sending a spray of blood splashing across her face of her mask and the front of her poncho and causing the mutant to bellow again. She then adjusted the sword in her grip and jumped down, cutting it down its front and slicing it open. The mutant bellowed again, its bloodshot eyes rolling around in its head as it drew back its remaining hand and then swung upward, scooping Buddy off her feet and throwing her with all its might towards the ceiling. The impact was little more than that to her. She would need to heal it later, but for now she was in the perfect position to end this. As she began to fall from the ceiling, she took advantage of her position and kicked off the ceiling and fell towards the mutant. With the sword tightly in her hands, she took careful aim and plunged it straight down into the mutant’s right eye. Standing with her feet on its shoulders as the blood fountained into her face again, she held it in and began to twist the blade to deliver the killing blow and free her blade. There was another rumble, but this time it wasn’t from the mutant. Suddenly, the mutant dropped from beneath Buddy, and she was weightless–plummeting into an open chasm as the ground collapsed completely. Buddy watched the cave turn into a chasm, but felt nothing as she plummeted into the widening pit. As the cavern grew lighter from the light spilling in above, she could see the wounded mutant fall towards the wall of the chasm and crash against it, impaled on numerous stalagmites and killed immediately. Her fall, however, was taking her further and further down. She couldn’t see the ground below, but as she plunged into the black… she felt her body impact something and everything went white. Then she was slowed down–as if she were falling through a thick liquid–before she suddenly passed through and found her momentum increasing straight towards a bed of the brightest, most beautiful yellow flowers she’d ever seen. LISA: The Fallen​