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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      W._D._Gaster/Papyrus/Sans, W._D._Gaster/Papyrus, Papyrus/Sans, W._D.
      Gaster/Sans
  Character:
      Gaster, Papyrus_(Undertale), Sans_(Undertale)
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, freakshow_-_Freeform, Circus, fridaythe13th, W._D._Gaster
      is_not_related_to_Skelebros, Scientist_W._D._Gaster, this_is_all_kinds_of
      wrong, I_blame_the_internet, looking_at_all_the_vintage_freak_show
      posters, Angst, Alternate_Universe, Freaktale_au, Fontcest, Sanster,
      Young_Papyrus, Young_Sans, Innocent_Papyrus, Possessive_Sans, Protective
      Sans, Bad_Romance
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-13 Updated: 2016-12-04 Chapters: 5/? Words: 7261
****** Freak like me ******
by othersin
Summary
     ....Behold, the thirteenth wonder of the natural world, a true freak
     of nature, a blunder of god! But possessing such talents! Hear them
     tell puns and create puzzles! Come one, come all...
     The voice called to the monsters and humans, fueled by intrigue.Never
     had Doctor Gaster thought he would find a creature as lovely as
     them...
Notes
     Gaster is a creepy, perverted mofo. Yeah, this is a oneshot for
     friday the 13th - so enjoy :) Freaktale_au is my own creation. If you
     like it please leave a kudos or a comment.
***** why are we weeping? *****
 
Gaster stared at the large king sized bed, two young skeletons blinking their
wide sockets at him – they were worth every gold piece, lovely milky white
bones and smooth like porcelain…they were wasted in that sideshow at the Ebott
big top circus. As soon as Gaster saw them sitting on a simple wooden stool in
that run down gypsy caravan; being ogled by both monster and human children
alike, the scientist knew that he couldn’t stand the thought of them being
looked at by anyone else but him.
Love at first sight it seemed.
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The pungent smell of candy apple and sweat filled Gaster’s nasal passage when
he followed the queue into a small darkened room, following to see the
spectacle of the oddities that the world supplied willingly and this circus
exploits for the amusement of their patrons. There was the bearded woman, the
giant, and the rubber man – a few monsters with strange conditions were part of
the show too, a creature called Temmie was vibrating in one spot on its lit
stage – causing a few monsters and humans to wonder.
Gaster walked past the rabble, eager to leave this sugar-coated nightmare
–filled with twisted clown grins and sickly colours. Gaster was on his way out
only to freeze at the sight of the last attraction before the exit – his soul
skipped a beat and heat seemed to fill his usually cold cheekbones.
The way the taller brother played with a rubric cube, struggling to move one
white square to its rightful side – a bright, orange tongue was being bitten in
concentration, the other was one with a smaller build; telling horrible puns to
the wondering children – barely   when they were pointed at and whispered
about.
They looked to be the age of children he never had, with a partner he dreamed
only in passing in his collage years. But his work always came first, and
always will.
They sat almost demurely, both knees pressed together and above was black
fabric of worn sweat pants ,leaving the older skeleton to wonder on how their
bare pelvis would feel cradled in his hands and magic – the tall ones hands and
arms were occupied with his puzzle while the others hanged limply by his sides.
Both wore a short shirt, revealing far too much spinal cord for a skeleton to
be truly comfortable with and shamefully sending pangs of long forgotten
arousal that he hasn’t felt since his youth. But revealing to the prying eye on
how these two young skeletons got their “freak” title.
Their two spines formed into one, ending in only a wider pelvis and two legs.
They were conjoined brothers.  And by the stars, they are beautiful.
It had taken a lot of coaxing of the ringmaster after show hours to allow him
to take the conjoined brothers, the man’s beady eyes bulging at the sight of
all the gold – he broke into a cold sweat and become to stutter,
‘That is a very generous offer, but the gentleman’s club enjoys exotic and
strange things – they had already asked me to consider –‘  A hand clasped
tightly around the others windpipe, making the balding man gasp for air and
desperately try to pry the scientists bony hand away with his sausage like
fingers.
Gaster smiled at the man, sharp and shark like – staring at the other like an
injured walrus; circling for the kill. His grip tightened,
‘You were going to sell that treasure, that piece of art to a Gentleman’s club?
Oh no, I cannot allow that – not at all.’ Gaster sneered, ‘He is a fine
creature, a creature more fitting to be made an artwork of than your humans
Mona Lisa, and you should consider giving him to someone who will treat him as
a treasure, not some carnival whore!’
The man’s face was turning a deeper shade of purple making Gaster drop him, the
human was left panting on the ground.
Gaster smiled down at the human and said gently as the other rubbed his neck,
the fatty flesh that dangled from his neck was already bruising,
‘I do hope we can come to an agreement.’
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‘Mister Gaster…you’re a doctor aren't you?’ The taller skeleton asked unsure
breaking the scientist from his thoughts; Gaster
had learned that this one was called Papyrus.
‘Yes Papyrus, so address me as Dr Gaster or Sir – if you please.’ Gaster smiled
at his new wards – he allowed them to remain in the rags that they wore while
performing; he wanted to measure them tomorrow for their new wardrobes. But
perhaps he could convince them to give the clothes to him to wash, ugh, bare
bone swimming in silk sheets…
‘What kind of guy buys conjoined twins from the freak show...’ The shorter one
glared at the doctor, untrusting of the other.
‘Not that we’re ungrateful!’ Papyrus added quickly for his brothers behalf,
lest they are rude to their new benefactor.
‘Sans, I am a man who loves the oddities of the world – and I am who sees you
two as what you should be, two young skeleton children who needs love and
shelter from this world.’ Gaster said, it was lovely that the smaller one had
some fight in him – but the taller brother was quite lovely and docile, a
perfect mix. Sans gave a pointed look to the taxidermy morbidly around the room
and back to the doctor,
‘Love oddities to death you could say…’ It was lowly hissed by Sans, Papyrus
elbowing his brother and whispering,
‘Don’t be rude!’ Papyrus smiled gently at the doctor, ‘I'm sorry about my
brother doctor.’
‘Not at all, I understand – it is hard to trust something new.’ Gaster said,
‘But know this, the moment I met you – I adored you both.’
Gaster grinned charmingly at the younger skeletons; it would be friendly if not
for the darkness swimming in the depths of his sockets. Sans wanted to curl up
with Papyrus and hide from the scientist, staring at them like a starved man –
he knew that it wasn’t a good stare, it made his bones rattle softly in fear
that neither his brother or benefactor noticed, thankfully.
Papyrus flushed pleased by the compliment, and Sans felt the others heart heat
up softly though their magical connection – it did that when his brother talked
to Mettaton, the amazing mechanical man, he was part of the slideshow too.
 But doctor Gaster’s ill will was rolling off his imposing figure, crashing
upon Sans in waves – a prestigious doctor would not squander his gold out of
the goodness of his heart. To him they were probably some sought of experiment
or pet of sorts for him to pamper – or he was an old, dirty pervert.
The way the elder skeleton stared at them at the freak show made Sans’s soul
spasm in fear and dread – it made Sans think it could be a mixture of all
three, the was a mix of carnal desire and scientific discovery which burns in
the others sockets even now at he looks at them. Sans gave his brother a
sidelong glance – the other was still oblivious and unfamiliar on how a
predator looks at prey, and as Sans dreaded, a little crush began to bloom in
the other.
Papyrus was his brother, he knew the signs.
‘ Please get some rest – we've all has a busy day today.’ The doctor cooed
softly, walking towards Papyrus and pressing a skeleton kiss against the other
white smooth skull, Papyrus flushed at the others attention. Gaster did the
same to Sans, however Sans head-butt into the others mouth with a loud clank –
Gaster stumbled back, but smirked at Sans holding his jaw.
‘Good night boys, don’t let the bed-bugs bite…’ Gaster said softly, walking out
the bedroom door, turning off the lights making his eyes glow eerily in the
night,  but the dreaded click of the lock turning made the two small skeletons
clutch at each other tightly – spending their first night in a unfamiliar
house, in a unfamiliar room and a bed far too big for them.
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Gaster quickly entered the master bedroom, leaning against the door and panting
hard – the vision of those innocent, smooth bones with big eyes…he had to be
slow…calm…try and fight the urge to ravage the skeletons in the middle of the
night.
Gaster groaned at the thought, pushing a bony hand to cup his weeping member –
the purple magic summoning the organ, an organ he hasn't seen in a long time.
Gaster just was never that bothered with summoning a cock with someone to
admire it or ride it – rather just touching his soul if the urge to masturbate
ever come up.
They seemed to have two separate souls and chest cavities – he could imagine
him fingering and rubbing those small glowing hearts till they orgasm,  or
perhaps they could rub each other’s soul as he watched – directing their
inexperienced hands with his guidance. Stoking the join in their spine, a
sensitive part of the skeleton body as they hurried and explored one another –
Papyrus would come first and then quickly join his brother, Sans would probably
bite his hand to stop himself from moaning loudly. The little skeleton would be
just so prideful…he will enjoy ridding the other of that sin.
Gaster moved his hand up and down, his tip oozing purple ectoplasm imagining it
was the boys hands- tugging and pulling, milking his cock like a teat – Sans
opening his wide forever smiling mouth and begin to toy, press his ectoplasmic
tongue against his benefactors weeping slit; feeding off him.
Gaster got louder and more desperate as his fantasy played out in his mind, the
result spilling from him messily and ruining that pair of dress pants he wore
today. Gaster helplessly thrust at the air, riding out the powerful orgasm –
when he finished he slumped on the door, sliding down onto the floor, feeling
that he could just melt into a puddle.
Gaster smirked at the wall, facing the boys’ new bedroom thinking of all the
fun him and his wards will have tomorrow.
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Sans stared at the ceiling and back to the door in the blackened room as his
brother snored next to him, he always was the first to relax in a new place,
same with the circus – making sure their bedroom door didn’t unlock during the
night.
Sans honestly felt a little safer behind locked doors in this house – when the
real freaks lock themselves out.
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A/N 
This has been in my head for a while now. Happy Friday the 13th, enjoy some
creepy, I need an adult Gaster. Freak tale au, Sans and Papyrus are conjoined
brothers in a circus part of the freak show act – so they are the same age in
this au, not identical twins (the scientific  name, I cannot think of it). They
basically get brought by Doctor Gaster - though Sans knows for a fact that
Gaster's intentions are less than pure, Papyrus begins to really like their
"saviour".
I will say this, this underage thing is not my cup of tea usually but I wrote
this so I don’t know if I’m a hypocrite or…whatever.
***** Lets meet the conjoined brothers, shall we? *****
Chapter Summary
     I made a fanart of our sad skele bros :( if anyone cares that much
     about it. I may do more in working out the au more then post it on
     tumblr or something.
[http://pre06.deviantart.net/7cf1/th/pre/i/2016/136/9/1/
till_death_do_we_part_by_scaryprincess-da2r2oa.jpg]
I finally figured it out OMG! posting images in.
***** Smile for the camera *****
 
Sans had jolted awake, looking to his right and letting out a sigh of relief at
his brother sleeping peacefully  by his side – but It is not like the other
could leave his side. Born misshapen- attached by the sides, they were the only
ones that they could count on.
Grown-ups didn’t understand.
Papyrus woke, probably sensing his brothers eyes on him – blinking tiredly at
the other but  beaming his large innocent smile. It must have been contagious
because Sans could feel his mouth shifting into a genuine smile.
‘Good morning brother!’
‘Good morning Papyrus…sleep well?’
‘I slept like a log…Sans, can logs sleep?’
‘I don’t know bro, perhaps we can ask one when we go back to the circus.’ Sans
grinned, about to get out of bed but finding his other leg didn’t want to move.
Being the way they were, they had both their magic rushing though their legs
and pelvis – generally they had individual control on the legs if they truly
chose to enforce it but otherwise it was usually just their magic working
almost naturally together to make sure they walk properly.
Papyrus was exerting his control over the leg over by his side and sitting up,
looking very cross at his brother,
‘Go back to the circus?’ Papyrus looked confused, ‘But why?’
‘Papyrus, the doctor gives me the creeps.’ Sans said, then gesturing to the
taxidermy animals staring at them with their lifeless glass eyes, ‘I don’t know
about you, but I don’t think this is a good sign for a lovely household.’
‘I think we shouldn't judge others on their hobbies Sans.’ Papyrus said crossly
‘This is not a hobby; this is a sign of psychopathy!’ Sans hissed out.
‘No, this is a sign of a monster that enjoys the beauty of the natural world.’
Papyrus huffed, ‘I wish you would stop being a negative Nancy sometimes.’
‘You just fancy him!’ Sans sneered out, a flush appearing on his cheek bones at
the use of that dreaded nick-name.
‘I do not! Just think he is kind to let us stay in his home…’it was Papyrus’s
turn to flush deeply at being called out on his little crush. After their
little spat, they flushed in shame at their bickering – it was Sans who spoke
out first,
‘I’m sorry Paps.’ Sans touched the others shoulder
‘No, I’m sorry Sans…’ Papyrus sniffed, wiping away the wetness from his face.
‘Let’s just agree that we are both sorry.’ Sans and Papyrus said in unison,
only to start giggling – but like all good moments, it has to end.
The door creaked open and their benefactor returned with a small smile gracing
his bone white face – Papyrus smiled at him, Sans just clutched his brother
shoulder tighter and glaring at the tall imposing figure.
‘Did you two have a nice sleep?’
‘Yes doctor!’ Papyrus cheerfully said, jabbing Sans in the ribs causing the
other to remain wary but mutter out,
‘Yeah, it’s been alright.’
‘I would like you two to come with me, I have invited the tailor to measure you
two for your new clothes.’
‘Really?!’ Papyrus let out a shrill squeal at the opportunity for new clothes.
‘Yes, did you think I would let you walk around in rags while my wards?’ Gaster
questioned.
Sans’s eye twitched at the word rags, it was made by him and with the help of
the Gypsy Queen Toriel – fortune teller at the carnival, and the kindest,
sweetest monster that walked the face of the earth.
‘They are not -’Sans began huffily only to be cut off by his brother he laughed
with the doctor; which just made Sans seethe and smoulder a little more.
‘Of course not Sir, you know what is best.’ Papyrus said, while giving sans a
chiding look – Sans held his tongue but allowed Papyrus to take full control,
not eager to assist his brother onto their doom.
‘I have been curious for a while now, but since you have two magical cores –
whom is the dominate twin to assist you to walk?’
‘Dominate twin?’ Papyrus tilted his head at the choice of words, ‘ We just can
walk…’
‘Ah, I suppose it would be a subconscious way of life for you two – I assume
you were born like this?’
‘Of course, how else would we be like this?’ Sans haughtily said, arms crossed.
‘Well, you could've have been grafted together at an exceptionally young age or
you were part of an experiment In de – hey now, we shouldn't keep the tailor
waiting, should we?’
Papyrus shook his head, Sans stared at the doctor confused and wary,
‘What were you going to say?’
‘Nothing you should worry your little head about Sans’ Gaster patted the
smaller skeletons head, which made the other recoil and fight the urge to bite
the hand. Heh, Papyrus probably would snap at him, ‘don’t bite the hand that
feeds you!’ but surely he could break the hand that tries to touch them.
Sans allowed Papyrus to follow the other, allowing them to take a further look
in the large two storey house – more like mansion , with the old character
moulding on the ceilings and jacquard fabric furniture and yes, even more
taxidermy to have staring contests with. While dread steadily increased in
Sans’s soul – quite the opposite was happening for Papyrus, he stared at the
gothic detail and the darkly stained wood of the house in wonder and
excitement. Papyrus stood transfixed by a painting of what appeared to be a
human on a house.
‘Papyrus, I never would’ve taken you for someone who would enjoy art.’ Gaster
sidled up to the staring boy, startling Papyrus who had taken on a bright
orange colour. Sans rolled his eyes – if he had his own legs, he would’ve
walked off already.
‘Well, I always liked watching them when they painted the new circus posters –
but never have I seen something this grand before.’
‘Well then…’ Gaster placed an arm around Papyrus waist, ‘We should do something
to change that…’ Gaster tightened his grip, making Papyrus’s breath hitch– Sans
slapped the offending hand away roughly.
‘Hands off buddy!’
‘I’m getting a strange impression that you dislike me Sans – I only am trying
to be friendly.’ Gaster hummed, waving his hit hand.
‘You’re being too friendly!’ Sans snapped out.
‘Sans please – if I truly minded what the doctor was doing I would tell him.
Friends hug all the time Sans.’  Papyrus threw an arm around the much older
skeletons shoulders who grinned widely and a little smugly at Sans who glared
heatedly back at the doctor.
‘Well we must not keep the tailor waiting.’ Gaster unhooked his arm and Papyrus
reluctantly did too – the two smaller skeletons followed the other down the
stair and into a lobby but coming to a pause when rather than the tailor there
was another monster setting up a camera stand for a camera. It had one of those
igniting powders to act like the flash – the camera monster was fixing up
something underneath the thick cloth at the back of it.
‘What’s with that?’ Sans pointed at the camera, Gaster laughed a little,
‘An old scientist habit of mine, I’m afraid – I feel the need to record
everything.’
‘Is that a real camera? Wowie…’ Papyrus was jumping up and down in excitement.
Sans too seemed to forget his ire against the doctor, curiosity about the
gadget he had only seen in books.
‘Have you boys had your…condition recorded before?’ The camera cat muttered
pulling his head out from under the thick cloth upon realising he had an
audience, though it was obvious he was trying not to stare at the fact they had
two torsos and only one pelvis.
‘No, I would’ve remembered a camera in in the circus.’ Sans shook his head and
papyrus dragged his brother to the front of the camera to stare into the shiny
ledge, the monster looked a little put out by the mentioning of the circus – he
stared at Doctor Gaster a little uneasily who responded coldly back,
‘Do you have a problem with that?’
‘O-of course not, sir.’ The cat monster shook their head, and continued to work
on the camera – setting it up.
‘Now, Gerson will take good care of you – be good while he takes your
measurements, I need to finish off some paper work. Oh and Burgerpants…?’
The monster by the camera looked up, breaking into a cold sweat while he nodded
at his employer.
‘Yes doctor?’
‘I wish for you to leave the camera here afterwards, I have some…’ Gaster’s
eyes lingered on the two skeletons, and then just as quickly look back to the
cat, who gulped loudly, Gaster smiled charmingly at the poor cat,
‘Some experiments need to be recorded – if you boys need me, I’ll be in the
next room.’
The click-clack of his pristine, leather boots against the marble floor was the
only sound to show the doctor had left the room – Sans and Burgerpants both let
out a sigh of relief as the ever present shadow of the doctor had drifted away.
‘Now lads, my name are Gerson and it is my job to set you two up with some new
clothes.’ Gerson was a tortoise like monster that had on a table, sets of
different sized clothes and very fine fabrics folded neatly. He seemed a kind
elderly man and Papyrus and Sans felt safe with him – Gerson pulled out a
measuring tape.
‘Now, I have a mixture of sizes for you two to try on – so please whenever
you’re ready.’
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Gaster stood on a stool in his photography room, the red light settling an
eerie glow on his face and body –he carefully slid a piece of board out from
the wall. He was staring out of the eyes of the painting Papyrus had taken such
a fondness to; fortunately it was directly up the stairs to allow the master of
the house to see how trustworthy his friends were as they had drinks and
cigars.
Gaster felt his ectotongue form, licking his teeth slowly – covering them in
purple slickness, standing transfixed on his wards as inch by inch of glorious
ivory bone was revealed timidly to the tailor, Sans seemed the more body shy
one while Papyrus was making idle conversation with the young cat monster – the
cat was nineteen compared with the boy’s age of fourteen. Their pelvis was
milky white, untouched, virgin…Gaster felt a hand slip into his trousers, his
member quickly hardening in his hand – he had come undone the night before by
the mere thought of them and now when he is seeing his brought prize. He
pinched the tip of his swollen cock as continued to watch eagerly, purposely
edging himself till the boys tried on every outfit Gerson brought – while those
clothes are respectable Gaster knew he had to find someone to make a
more…private attire for them.
They didn’t disappoint, not at all.
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A/N
Gaster is a creeper…and yes he is the type of person to have a spy painting.
***** I dream of sugar coated darkness *****
Sorry for the delay, plan on concentrating on this story as well as my pirate
au as my Persephone story is nearing the end. Thank you to whoever is  still
reading this – I get a sick thrill at making Gaster a total creeper, bastard or
just being a douche in this story. Or any story really…
As a warning – this chapter will contain molestation while under the effects of
sleeping tablets.
On with the show!
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Sans felt the prickle of eyes burning into the back of his skull – disgust is
crawling down his back while his brother remained oblivious, sorting through
his new clothes with glee. They had to take pictures without any clothes on;
which Sans rightfully questioned the young cat photographer  on – the other had
explained it was for the medical university that Dr Gaster sometimes lectures
at, even saying if they examine how they are conjoined they might be able to
separate them and using magic grow their needed limbs.
Sans held Papyrus’s hand a little tighter – soul seizing in fear at the mere
thought while Papyrus…got super excited at the prospect. After that revelation,
Sans was quiet though the entire photoshoot – moving numbly though whatever
Gerson and Burgerpants asked of him. It was thankfully over with little issue;
with a bundle of clothes given to both skeleton brothers- Gerson had said that
the doctor got caught up with some work and he wished them to return to their
room till he called upon them for dinner.
Sans was staring at his brothers constantly moving hands, falling into old
habits of sorting through their clothes – like the other used to do in their
tent, where they used to call home.
‘Do you want to separate from me?’ Sans hummed, beginning to help fold the
clothes to give his hands better things to do then wringing them together like
a wet rag.
‘Huh? You’re still thinking about that…?’ Papyrus froze at the other.
‘Yeah, well…you just seemed so excited at that idea.’ Sans muttered, if Papyrus
didn’t have Sans…so many doors could open up for him.
‘I thought you would too, I mean, wouldn’t you like that too?’ Papyrus asked
gently, sensing his brothers’ unease.
‘…I’m not sure.’ Sans answered, not sure at how he felt about it.
‘Well, Mr Burgerpants said it was just an idea – they don’t know if it would
work or not…I’m happy for us staying as we are!’ Papyrus grinned, grabbing one
side of a new blanket – Sans grabbed the other side, helping the other fold the
crocheted blanket.
Sans sighed, of course Papyrus would be – but Sans couldn’t deny the one issue
that he knew would rear its ugly head eventually. Sans placed the blanket down
on the bed with the other new items they were given.
‘Papyrus?’ Sans began.
‘Yes?’ Papyrus turned his attention to his brother.
‘How do you…I mean, you know when you had that dream?’ Sans began with a flush.
‘…The one you said was a ‘wet dream’?’ Papyrus muttered, unsure.
‘Yeah…was I with you in that dream?’ Sans winced at the way he worded that –
and Papyrus in turn exploded into a blush.
‘Oh course not!’ Papyrus flushed vividly, not looking at his brother as he
glowed orange – embarrassed.
‘Papyrus…how do you think that would work with us the way we are now?’ Sans
questioned the other, surely when attraction to other monster happened…well –
it was a little hard to imagine with the way they are now. The fairy-tale dream
Papyrus had all planned out…it couldn’t happen with the way they are now.
‘We’ll figure it out…’Papyrus huffed, still a little orange in the face, ‘I
mean…we need to find our special one first, and then get married.’
‘…’ Sans didn’t say anything about that, Papyrus always had high hopes on their
future – with ideas of finding a partner to share his life with eventually;
Sans was the more reserved and more realistic – but unwilling to break the
others illusion.
‘Your right, bro – we are still young; we still have time to think about that.’
Sans smiled back at his brother, who nodded back gleefully.
With that there was a knock at the door, the doctor opened the door with a
gentle smile that Papyrus returned – Sans’s expression soured harshly at the
sight of the doctor.
‘I’m sorry, are you two decent?’ Gaster queried, they were but that was a
question you normally ask on the other side of the door. Sans knew for sure the
other was looking to see if he could get a free look – like those nosy monsters
around the freak show.
‘Ah, yes we are.’
‘How were the fittings?’
‘Good, Doctor Gaster.’ Papyrus nudged Sans – Sans huffed and answered not
looking at anyone,
‘Yes…they are fine.’
Whether the coldness of the others tones annoyed Gaster – the other didn’t say
anything about it, only with a stupid grin.
‘Dinner will be ready shortly, and I would like you to join me downstairs –
wear one of your new, pretty outfits…perhaps the new dress pants and shirts
with the patterned vests.’ Gaster grinned leaving the conjoined skeletons alone
again – Papyrus waved the other goodbye, only to pause and stare confused at
the pile of new clothes.
‘I wonder if Mr Gerson told the doctor about the clothes.’
Sans clenched his hands at his sides –socket twitching, and eye flickering in
blue flame.
It was a large and obscenely long table – the doctor was nursing a dark red
wine and with a plate with a healthy helping of pumpkin, potatoes, peas and a
bleeding slab of red meat – almost blue in the way it was cooked.
Sans was thankful that their serving was cooked longer but couldn’t stop the
queasiness that filled him at the sight of the pink, uncooked centre of meat
bleed and make his vegetables swim in the reddish juice. Sans found that he was
missing the hotdogs, candy apples, funnel cakes and corndogs of the carnival –
while Papyrus was enthralled by the plating, the decoration on the table and
their own glasses filled with water too.
Sans was not at ease with the length of the dining table – it wasn’t set for
anyone else, but only for three. The doctor seemed to have a very grand dining
room but not having anyone to entertain, Sans felt so small at the sight of
such opulence – glass eyes of taxidermy eyes seemed to stare down on him as
well as the paintings eyes shift slowly to the small skeleton.
‘Sans? Are you feeling alright?’ Papyrus finally asked breaking from
conversation and his meal – picking up the glass of water and pressing it
against the others mouth, Sans grabbing it and downing the glass – the
concerned look of his brother and the pinched face of the doctor seemed too
much for Sans now.
‘Dr Gaster, I think we might have to cancel our dinner party – I don’t think my
brother is well.’ Papyrus said gently, apologising to the lord of the manor.
‘Ah, of course…I’ll bring up the desert for you two when Sans is settled in
bed.’ Gaster consented, standing up from the head of the table in formality.
‘You made us desert?’ Papyrus said in delight, hoisting his brother up – taking
control by supporting the others torso with his free arm in a side hug.
‘Yes…I hope you two like chocolate.’ Gaster smiled, eye lights lingering on the
smaller skeleton – cold sweat dripping down Sans’s skull, Sans glowered weakly
at the sly grin of the doctor.
Whether it was just Papyrus who helped him upstairs or the doctor had picked
them up when the slightly more lucid Papyrus became slower and heavier in his
own steps – but when Sans came too blearily, Papyrus was sleeping soundly next
to him. Sans was feeling incredibly sluggish though, more so than he should
have blinking in and out of consciousness – an un-eaten chocolate cake was left
on the side table of the bed.
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The bedroom was dark - with the glow of the hallway light framing the lanky
figure of the doctor, staring at the conjoined brother’s body from the doorway;
purple eye lights lingering on Sans’s which tried to stay focused.
Sans’s eye lights flickered only to have the doctor now at the foot of the bed
– pressing a finger against his grinning mouth, in a shushing motion. When Sans
felt his sockets droop again, he flickered awake again only to feel the taller,
lanky doctor take a seat on the bed – pinning the smaller skeletons with his
very presence, Papyrus squirmed a little but did not wake.
Sans could feel the unease churn in his soul as he battled desperately to keep
his eyes awake – to guard against the watching socket by the foot of their bed;
feeling very much like a vole being stalked by an owl from far above, a small
rodent, knowing at any moment they could be snagged by razor sharp talons. Sans
couldn’t fight the unnatural sleep that overtook his mind, making everything
fuzzy and heavy in his skull – and like the rodent, he decided to play dead.
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Gaster’s smile twitched, he did wonder when the sedative was going to take its
hold on both the skeletons – fortunately, he had the foresight to drug the food
and the drink. Gaster smiled softly at his charges, they looked like angel’s
while awake and  while asleep it seemed – so young, so pure, and very much his.
He reached a trembling hand to the clothed smaller pelvis – wishing that the
other was wearing a nightgown; he brought some lovely silk ones, but he
supposed that he could let it go this one night. 
Gaster gently pressed and rubbed at the others clothed pelvis and sacrum –
pausing his exploration, curious of the sight of the brothers pure white bones
 up close, wishing to see the others pubis alight with their bright, untainted
magic. Gaster paused, keeping an eye on the flushed expression of Papyrus – the
other seemed to be enjoying the attention while Sans was flushed too but with a
troubled expression.
Gaster briefly wondered if they have experienced sexual pleasure – he gently
tugged the zipper down revealing a mix of blue and orange magic swirling around
their pubis, in its rawest form and undecided in which form to take.
Gaster licked his teeth at the sight – he was more than happy to assist them in
making a decision, he gently pressed his long fingers into the swirls of magic.
The painful ache coming from Gaster’s own crotch as his steadily hardening cock
pressed urgently against his own dress pants - but that he could ignore…or at
least be satisfied by the feeling of the magic shifting around his fingers, the
desperate squeezing around his prodding fingers and the gush of ectoplasm that
suddenly coated them.
Yes, Gaster could wait a little longer for claiming his prize fully.
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A/N
BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH BAD TOUCH!
 
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
Sorry for the wait on this story, it is a depressing story :/
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Sans jolted up from the bed, as much as he could anyway – vision blurry from
sleep and dried tears; looking wildly around to see if the doctor was still
around, like a clinging moth on the wall did the young skeleton expect the
doctor to come in, fluttering in from nowhere. But he must have left them once
he had his fill – Sans could feel his soul beating a mile a minute as the
shadows of the room seemed to wrap its inky fingers around Sans and Papyrus.
Sans stared down at the strange feeling between their legs, sticky residue
remained...Sans felt his eyes travel up towards his brothers’ face.
The other was still sleeping peacefully – which the slightly smaller skeleton
was thankful for but also disturbed. Sans being the one with the knowledge of
what he thought transpired last night. But he couldn’t bare to allow the other
to learn what had occurred, what is happening – it would break Papyrus’s heart,
and Sans just wished the other to remain as happy as he could be. Both coming
from sad and lonely beginnings, was it that selfish of him to keep this dream
going for his brother?
Both Sans and Papyrus were both abandoned at the circus when they were both
very young –  they had no formal lessons and the reason they could both read
and write was because of the old gypsy monster, a goat like monster called
Torial that sought escape from reality. She left her husband after two of her
children past away – one by suicide and one by murder, but she wouldn’t reveal
any more; usually to return to whatever lesson she was teaching to the young
conjoined brothers. But she had left when the boys turned ten – in the dead of
the night, as the royal guards raided the circus for an undisclosed reason.
Torial did not teach them much on the biology of monsters and that of intimate
encounters as they were still too young, but working in a dingy circus what
Sans and Papyrus weren’t taught was shown by loud moans and shadows on the
cotton in candle lit tents. Lewd jokes by the clowns may have gone over Papyrus
head but not Sans’s – Grillby did what he could to protect the freaks and the
younger ones ever since Torial left but the fire breather could only do so
much, especially against Aaron – the circus’s strong man who had left poor
Catty and Bratty almost for dead; clumps of fur missing, scales torn and makeup
running down their once pretty faces.
The ringmaster knew what happened, but it was harder to replace a strong man
than two showgirls – Grillby was furious at what happened and got in a fight
with the ringmaster, which got the fire monster sacked from his position. His
last words of advice to Sans was to get out before they turn 16. Explaining
that the ringmaster recovers his costs by selling his acts to one of the
pleasure parlour’s if their act no longer draws in the crowds. Grillby had a
bartender friend who was able to show the other the in and outs of the bar -
but a clumsy, odd looking freak? It was common for them to be put on show and
taken to the rooms.
Sans knew when they reached the age of sixteen, two things could happen – if
the turnout was good the ringmaster of the circus could put young freaks in an
permanent  act or if the crowds stopped coming, if something freakier came
along...they would be out. With the increased animosity between human and
monster, the crowds to the combined circus slowly thinned.
If it was just Sans, perhaps the smaller skeleton wouldn’t have had the drive
to fight so hard – but Papyrus is just innocent and too good to be put through
that. Sans knew he had to save the other from this life...he hoped death wasn’t
the only route they could take though.
Sans wiped away the slime from between their legs, somewhat thankful he wasn’t
awake for whatever the doctor decided to do . When Sans finished doing what he
could, he shook the other gently awake – Papyrus slowly came to, yawning and
rubbing his sockets.
‘Brother...is it morning?’ Papyrus muttered blearily, stretching.
‘Yes – it is, let’s have a bath.’ Sans quickly requested.
‘A bath? Sure thing, but you don’t normally suggest that...’
‘Just thought it would help us wake up, heated water would be a nice change
too.’ Sans hummed – not revealing anything else. Papyrus looked put out by the
curt answer – but allowed himself to be pulled up by his brother.
‘Do you think the doctor would mind...?’ Papyrus asked quietly, wished for the
elder skeletons approval and not to anger the skeleton.
Sans quickly bite back from snapping something offensive at the mere mention of
their benefactor, now molester but looking at his brothers wide innocent
sockets. Sans had to look away for a second, only to pull a tight smile.
‘Nah bet he would be alright with it.’
They quickly and quietly went to make it to the ornate bathroom, seemingly the
only place without the watching eyes of the doctors various taxidermy animals
though the almost hospital likeness and the cold black and white marble had
always filled Sans with unease – a ornate claw footed bath was deep enough to
bath two people comfortably, or drown one easily.
Papyrus loved this kind of thing, the way his sockets lit up at the glossy
marble and the perfectly fluffy towels hanging on the ceramic rods but Sans
felt a little sick at the faint dark red ring around the edge of the bath and
the lingering chemical smell that wafted off the many stuffed birds and animals
seemed to linger in the bath too.
Papyrus didn’t seem to notice as he eagerly put in the plug and began to fill
up the bath – humming a soft tune, not noticing Sans wearily looking over his
shoulder half expecting the hungry gaze of Dr Gaster to stare at them; Papyrus
testing the temperature of the water. Blissfully unaware of the building
turmoil around them, and Sans will do everything in his power to keep it that
way.
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‘Dr Gaster?’ A large goat monster said, looking very strange on the small
fainting couch – the lanky doctor sat across from him, attention stolen by the
distant rattling of pipes filling with water upstairs. Purple eye lights
flashing a little, Asgore misreading the signs – a goofy fanged grin spread
across his muzzle.
‘My my, is that why we haven’t seen you? You have someone keeping your
interest...’ Asgore laughed, voice rich and deep – taking a sip of his tea
‘I suppose you could say that, but you may be misunderstanding...do you recall
the circus that was a mix of monsters and humans?’ Gaster responded, returning
his attention back to the king.
‘Yes.’ Asgore said tensely, it was a great source of embarrassment for the
court and the king with his estranged queen joining a caravan of performers –
abusing her magical abilities to the enjoyment of humans. They called her mad
queen Toriel.
‘I saved two monster children.’ Gaster explained.
‘Goodness!’ Asgore spat out, losing some tea in his spluttering .
‘Had I not saved them they would have surely been sent to one of the
brothels...’ Gaster grinned, not telling of the punishment he inflected on that
round human. The king nodded in approval at the others actions.
‘May as I enquire why they were at the circus?’ Asgore refilled his cup.
‘Just abandoned – abandoned by a young skeleton woman, possibly at lost at what
to do; that is all the records revealed.’ Gaster said, not revealing his boy’s
abnormality – not wishing for any more uncomfortable questions from the king.
‘Not any relation to that old student of yours was she; after all, skeleton
monsters are few and far between.’ Asgore smiled, ‘Utterly infatuated with you
as I recall a member from the core crew when we were underground.’
‘I doubt it, Helvetica was not in any relationship at the time that I was aware
of for the ages to be right.’ Gaster shook his head at that comment, that name
was as beautiful as it was terrifying to him – memories of that fateful meeting
late night in his lab, their last meeting; ending with much hatred.
The disgust. The disgust was what Gaster remembered vividly. It burned in her
sockets as she stared at his writhing creation – it was so beautiful, twitching
in agony and wailing screams from the two or more monsters merged into one. A
syringe with glowing red residue was smashed on the ground with the beasts
thrashing.
This is what you have done with my research?
How dare you!
You have destroyed me Doctor; I can’t believe you would be so malicious
I ADORED YOU!
Her screams of fury and anguish went on deaf ears however – the dying heaves of
the unnatural amalgamation were felt under Gaster’s hand, the soul tearing it
apart and eating itself like hungry maggots to rotting flesh as it turned
slowly into ash. Not dust, but dirty, corrupted ash like from a large
fireplace.
‘ Yes, Helvetica and I had a difference in opinion and how far we would go for
science.’ Gaster said tensely, ‘Sadly, it got in the way of our working
relationship...’ Gaster had felt a little foolish at not realising that
possibility of that connection, but careful not to let on his own doubts – the
alarming nature of how Gaster tested on determination would not win him any
favours with the king, and so he kept it a carefully hidden secret.
‘Shame about that, she was a brilliant soul.’ Asgore hummed.
Gaster nodded in agreement – though he has found two souls better much than
hers.
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Sorry for the long wait on my stories, just haven't been in a writing mood -
the sad/depressing stories are the worst but with the coming of christmas i
shall have a lot of pain an suffering in words lol
 
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