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      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      UFSansby, UFGrillby/UFSans, NON-CONSEXUAL_FONTCEST, NON-CONSEXUAL_INCEST,
      NON-CONSEXUAL_UFPAPYRUS/UFSANS, Grillby/Sans, Sansby
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      UF!Flowey, US!Papyrus
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      Yandere!UFPapyrus, Possessive!UFPapyrus, WARNINGS:_SUICIDE_ATTEMPT,
      Underage_Drinking, UNDERAGE_SEX_AND_PROSTITUTION, NON-CON_AND_RAPE,
      Violence, Death, Incest, Underfell, underswap_-_Freeform, UF!Sans,
      UF!Grillby_-_Freeform, Angst, Horrot, Poor_Sans, Dadster, Skelemom_-
      Freeform, (Not)_mine_series, Omppuisapple, are_you_traumatized_yet?,
      Ecto-Genitalia
  Series:
      Part 3 of (Not)_Mine
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      Published: 2016-08-01 Words: 6781
****** Reset No. One Hundred And Seven ******
by LadyHorizon94
Summary
     Not again, not again, not him, oh stars, not again, nonononoNO
      
     Underfell AU with a hint of a Underswap Au at the end. WARNING: NON-
     CON, VIOLENCE, FONTCEST, INCEST UNDERAGE DRINKING AND SEX, DEATH
     PLEASE CHECK THE TAGS
Notes
     This was surprisingly hard to write and I'm not as happy with this as
     I'm with the other two of this series. But here it is anyway ^^''
     So, before going back to Underswap I felt it was important to write
     about resets and the happenings of them. I didn't want to do all of
     that through flashbacks, since i try to keep these fics relatively
     short.
     Please check the tags for warnings and don't force yourself to read
     this if this kind of stuff makes you uncomfortable
     EDIT: I noticed I had marked numbers all wrong (For some reason I
     marked them the way they are marked here.) Now they should be right.
     Sorry if it looked odd :''D
See the end of the work for more notes
                                  Reset Zero
 
He’s back, it almost feels like a surreal dream to Sans. He can’t do anything
else than stare Papyrus with eyes wide with disbelieve his mouth forgotten
open.
He looks so different. Now he’s tall, battle body shielding his agile looking
bones, angry frown plastered on his scarred face as he glares Sans. He’s no
longer the innocent, bright, easily scared boy who would get behind his parents
when someone scary appeared.
Sans checks Papyrus and feels his soul sink as he sees the amount of LV. The
sins start to crawl on his back, weighing him whispering him about his failure…
After all, if only Sans would have acted like a real brother and not lay there,
empty eyed and completely given up –
If only he hadn’t drown his sorrows with sex and alcohol, neglecting Papyrus so
much –
It doesn’t matter if he had been only fourteen. He should have been there. But
when the teen had woken up one day Papyrus gone and a note saying he was going
to be a royal guardsman to protect Sans, it had already been too late.
“Hello Sans,” Papyrus says voice much gruffer than Sans remembers. The smaller
skeleton is tempted to either summon his magic or step back.
“Just get it over and done with,” Sans mutters, voice flat.
Papyrus scoffs, clearly understanding right away what he’s big brother is
implying. “Don’t be ridiculous, Sans, if I wanted, I would have killed you
already.”
Sans feels relieved. (If only he had known better…)
 
                                  Reset no. 1
 
At first Sans thinks Papyrus has healed him, when there’s no trace of bruises
in his wrists and there’s no pain. (Why does Papyrus even drags and yanks him
so hard?! Not to mention to push him violently on the side when he’s “in the
way.”) The idea is… odd though. The tall skeleton never heals him. And to be
honest, the damage is never so bad they would need to be healed. It doesn’t
even drain Sans’ only HP. Besides… That much of LV can be hard to control
sometimes.
…That doesn’t mean Sans doesn’t fight back or snap in irritation. After all, he
truly doesn’t like to be treated like a crap, not by his own brother who once
was so bright and hopeful –
The skeleton knows it’s his fault but he has tried to make it up to his
brother… Nothing just seems to be enough. He’s constantly balancing between
guilt and irritation not knowing which one he should feel. Looking back, he
realizes it had been really naïve to think that Papyrus – or him – would stay
pure in here for their whole life. Of course their soul would darken, being
filled with all the negativity. Honestly, when Papyrus had returned, Sans had
been so sure that he would die: This was it, Papyrus would kill him.
But he had left Sans alive, and granted him a job as a sentry in Hotland. They
lived together in a fancy apartment in Capital and it had been… Stressful to
say the least.
Papyrus was full of demands and orders, he kept an eye on Sans’ personal life
and when they walked in the street and someone Sans was familiar with came to
talk to him, Papyrus tensed and growled in irritation.
Sans honestly hadn’t understood the whole behavior. So what if someone wanted
to talk to him? It was actually rather refreshing when someone actually wanted
to do something else than kill him.
But Papyrus was full of whims and it had been rather amusing, to see him fuming
over such a small thing.
“You jealous bro?” Sans had teased. There was no answer… or rather… the answer
had been an odd, calculated stare which he couldn’t read. The silence had been
pressuring and awkward and suddenly, the whole joke hadn’t been fun anymore.
One of the most absurd whims of his little brother was moving to Snowdin. His
reasons being the place needed order and was a nest of chaos. It’s not exactly
charming place but it’s not really that different from the rest of the
Underground – but whatever, at least his sentry station is closer.
It’s been a month. And surprisingly it has not been so bad. (A flash of purple
pops in Sans mind but he puts the thought down quickly.)
Sans yawns and hopes he could just stay in his hammock all day. (Or just go to
Grillby’s) But Papyrus is a real pain in the ass, when mad so he just gets up
and exits the room.
When Papyrus starts the same “pep talk” he kept on their first day in the snowy
little village, Sans thinks it’s a joke, or that his brother just likes to
remind his big brother on certain things.
When Grillby just shoots him a glare and pretends, the skeleton doesn’t exists
Sans thinks he has either insulted the flame somehow or the male just has a bad
day.
When the drunken reptile appears and Grillby starts to be a little more
friendly, Sans can’t ignore this anymore: Too bad he has no idea what’s going
on, or what’s causing the whole thing.
No one else seems to notice anything. It’s… frustrating and strange. It feels
like Sans has fallen into a very strange dream and he can’t really take any of
this seriously. He could go to Alphys and ask, if the lizard has noticed
anything, but no one in their right mind go and ask help from that woman.
There’s one perk though: Now he can avoid the situations where Papyrus has
squeezed his wrist a bit too hard or is a bit too rough handling. To avoid
those, he stays at Grillby a bit later than usual. It’s not like he fears his
brother, but those touches are just uncomfortable.
It becomes a routine and it’s actually really nice, to be able to talk to
Grillby personally, no one disturbing them or listen what they are saying. The
bartender’s flames glow softly at night time and Sans is even able to see him
smiling. It’s a sly, playful grin with a hint of dryness in it.
A month passes and new patterns start to show. Sans still doesn’t know what the
hell happened, but he has his suspicions when he recalls his dad’s theories.
Though it’s hard to tell, if they are right or not and honestly he doesn’t care
(small error in time and space doesn’t seem so bad especially if it brings him
closer to Grillby like this.)
So Sans starts to stay later and later at his favorite bar, sometimes even
after closing time.
The flame monster doesn’t seem to mind.
…But Papyrus does. One night, when Sans comes home, the taller male is there,
sitting on the couch, squeezing a glass in his hand, furious red eye sockets
gleaming in the darkness. His posture is tense and he’s sitting straight like a
solider he is. The shorter skeleton hasn’t expected to find his younger brother
to be up at this hour. Usually he’s sleeping in his room – lightly and ready to
wake up by slightest noise but still.
The shorter skeleton brushes it off. Maybe the other one had a fight with
Undyne and that’s why he looks as sour as a lemon. And while it’s uncommon,
sometimes Papyrus has to go and do some work at late hours: Torture, arresting,
that kind of things.
So he starts to casually walk to the stairs, when Papyrus stands up suddenly
and marches over to him, grabbing him by the collar of his hoodie. “Where were
you?!” He snarls so close to Sans’ face the other one flinches.
“Geez, bro, not so loud,” Sans says and yawns. He would really like to go to
bed. He isn’t mood for one of Papyrus’ lecture.
“It’s boss, Sans, and you know it,” Papyrus spits and only tightens his grip.
Okay, this starts to be a bit unpleasant. And confusing. His younger brother
has never been this mad. Yes, he has lost temper with Sans before, but… now
he’s blinded by his rage. Papyrus’ eyes are flicking red and his mouth is
turning into an ugly grimace. He lifts Sans quickly and slams him against the
living room wall. HARD.
“OW! What the hell – “
“A n s w e r m e,” Papyrus hisses against his brother ear hole. “Where. were.
you?!”
It would be easier to just answer him. His brother would probably storm for a
while and then stomp off.
But now Sans is getting angry too. He doesn’t know what Papyrus’ deal is. He
knows he’s been a shitty brother, he knows Papyrus probably resents him from
that, and that’s why he has put up with bruises and occasional slaps and hits
since it’s a common thing between families but… but.
Enough is enough. Sans had suffered too! He had accepted many shitty jobs, had
stolen, had even laid with monsters for money! He was a one HP monster, a
horrified teenager all alone, no idea if he could live another day –
“…You have been in that bar, haven’t you?!” Papyrus continues yelling a bark of
laughter flows from his mouth, bitter and decorated with rage. “I should have
known you still are nothing but a whore and a drunk.”
“S H U T UP!” Sans shouts, feeling himself finally snap. He has changed. He
doesn’t drink himself to drunk or let just anyone to sleep with him – it would
be impossible anyway since Papyrus keeps an eye on Sans like a hawk who doesn’t
want to let his pray to escape.
Still, reminding him of his old shame and mistakes is like a slap on his face.
Sans remembers too well a twelve year-old Papyrus looking from the across the
room gaze confused and betrayed, not believing – not understanding why there
was a strange monster in his brother’s bed…
Day by day, Papyrus reminds Sans his mistakes, day by day, he brings up the
regrets and all the painful things.
Maybe it is Sans’ fault.
But he’s just so tired of listening of his brother’s accusations. He has tried
and tried and tried. But nothing’s ever enough for Papyrus. There’s always
something wrong, something to correct.
Papyrus never sees him. Never notices how much he regrets. Stars if he could,
he would turn the clock back to their childhood and prevent their small and
frail (but fiery and spicy tempered) mother from dying, their father from
falling. He would take better care of Papyrus. He would do all of that.
But he can’t and here they are. Two bitter brothers, blinded by their raging
emotions. Sans doesn’t even realize he has lost control of his magic until
there’s a yelp of pain and a bone is piercing Papyrus’s radius and ulna.
Shit, Shit! Sans didn’t mean to… Part of his anger flies through the window
just like that simply because of the shock. But soon the enraged expression of
his brother awakes him.
Sans has never seen his brother like this. A chill runs down his spine but
before he can do anything sharp phalanges are chocking him and he’s slammed
against the wall once more.
“If that’s how you want to play brother…” The taller skeleton is like a living
image of a “devil” human books talk about. His eyes are fiery and dark thoughts
are reflected on his face. Sans tries to summon his magic to protect himself,
but he’s choking and he just can’t breathe. It’s so hard to focus…
This is not just about grabbing too hard or occasional slaps and hits to vent
irritation or frustration.
This comes from somewhere much darker place and Sans can’t help but blame
himself: Why didn’t he notice this before?! The signs were there. Bruises and
markings had ached more and more and the color had been darker and uglier every
time.
Right then Sans realizes he has underestimated Papyrus. He has never truly
believed, his little brother would actually hurt him. He has thought that those
threats have never meant anything.
…He couldn’t be any dumber.
Sans tries to squirm, to get out of Papyrus’ killer grip but it’s in vain. A
mild and quick hint of amusement and sadistic joy flashes through the taller
skeletons’ eyes as he keeps eyeing his brother.
“Now you take me seriously. Good. It was about time,” Papyrus hisses conjuring
a sharp bone in his hand. “You need to learn your lesson, dear brother.”
He nails Sans to the wall through his shoulder plate. The sharp pain causes
Sans to yell and wiggle. Papyrus doesn’t grand Sans any time to summon his
magic as he starts kicking his brother hard on the left leg.
“I let you live here, I bring most of the money to the household, I look after
you! And you still act like an ungrateful little shit!” Sans actually fears
that his leg is going to be damaged beyond repair. Papyrus is serious.
Suddenly, the taller one grabs Sans’ skull and forces the elder brother look at
him in the eyes. “Who is it? …Or, knowing your filthy little past, who are
they?!” Papyrus yells. It actually starts to annoy Sans’ ear holes and his head
is ringing.
“What the fuck you mean? I don’t understand – “
Long phalanges are squeezing harder. “The. Ones. Fucking. You. Who are they?!”
The whole situation is just absurd. Papyrus can’t possible assume that Sans
would be that desperate? Not anymore at least.
“That doesn’t make any fucking sense – “
His skull is smashed against the wall. The pain is immediate and Sans flinches
feeling like a ragdoll. He tries to turn Papyrus’ soul blue, tries to summon
bones, blasters. ANYTHING
The other one grabs the bone piercing his shoulder and t w i s t s it. Sans
inhales. His eyes widens when he realize his HP has dropped. 0.99.
“Fuck! Pap, stop – “
“IT’S BOSS!” Papyrus shouts as he slams Sans’ skull against the wall. “WHO ARE
THEY?!”
“NO ONE BOSS!” Sans screams. He’s so mad at himself. How dare he be so weak?!
He remembers Grillby’s reluctant admiration when he showed that drunken fucker.
The small pride in his voice when he brings it up.
What would he think of Sans now? If he saw like this… so weak.
“Then why do you stay there so goddamn late?!” Papyrus asks slamming Sans’
skull in the wall, again.
Sans’s head spin. 0.98 HP “I don’t have any better things to do…” He slurs.
It’s getting hard to think, hard to find anything sharp and clever to say.
“Oh, then we better start to think of something, right?!” The taller one snaps
as he repeats the action from earlier. 0.7 HP
C R A C K A sickening sound echoes the room and the pain explodes in Sans’
head. He screams. For the first time, Sans is genuinely afraid. He’s going to
die –
Papyrus pulls the bone out and Sans falls on the floor, pain pulsing in his
head, shoulder and leg. He’s trembling and he feels unclear and dizzy.
“Lucky for you, I can be merciful,” Boss’s voice is disgustingly sweet. “All
you need to is respect and listen to me. You are utterly useless, but we’re
still brothers after all.”
Sans wants to say fuck you. He wants to ask Papyrus what the hell his problem
is, but he can’t. Not with his brain full of mist of pain.
And maybe, just maybe the uncertainty of what Papyrus would do to him if he
opens his mouth.
 
                                  Reset No. 2
 
It happens again, the time goes back again. Sans still doesn’t know what to
think. He still seems to be only one noticing.
He’s sitting by the counter, absently poking his drink and listening to other
monsters chattering. Someone walks beside him and Sans knows already who is it,
even when he turn to look up at the flame man – damn his height.
“So what’s eating you?” Grillby huffs, folding his arms. Sans would raise his
eyebrows if he had them. Why does he care?
The flame wouldn’t believe. He would think Sans is crazy. “Nothing.”
“Doesn’t look nothing to me,” the bartender retorts flatly.
Sans hesitates. Grillby stands there firmly, not intending to go anywhere. This
puzzles Sans since the flame man has costumers to serve. His mouth betrays him,
letting out the words he’s not ready to pour out. “What… would you think if the
time would go back to the same day again and no one else would notice
anything?”
Grillby squints his eyes and stares Sans long and calculating. The skeleton
regrets even asking. “Uh, never mind,” he mutters taking a gulp of his drink
and shivers with pleasant, sour taste.
“What happened to your arm?” The flame man’s question takes Sans by surprise.
He blinks. “Nothing? It works fine?” He says and lifts his drink as if to show
his friend. Grillby rolls his eyes looking rather impatient.
“Not that one, smartass,” he notes and nods on his right arm, which is just
hanging limb on Sans’ side. …Fucking hell. Monsters don’t usually give a fuck
about each other’s injury so he hasn’t made up any good story. (He tried to
fight back this time, he truly did. But when Papyrus started to twist his arm,
threating to just tear it off, Sans had just… submitted with fear.)
The shame hits him again. Grillby is the only monster who doesn’t underestimate
Sans for his disadvantage and think him as a weakling. Grillby doesn’t spare
Sans just because he thinks he’s too pathetic to fight and kill, or because he
thinks Sans would be useful.
Why hasn’t he healed himself?! Oh, right… cause woke up extra early to avoid
Papyrus and forgot the whole thing while stumbling out of the house still half-
sleeping.
(He had thought Papyrus wouldn’t repeat his little stunt from last time if he
just didn’t stay at the bar too long. He was wrong. Papyrus has become
impossible to predict and it made the life more stressful.)
“Just an ambush, showed those monsters," Sans mutters. Grillby moves as if he
would like to inspect his friend’s damages, but stays where he is, doubtfulness
clear on his face but he doesn’t ask any more questions.
 
                                  Reset No. 3
 
Resets, they are called resets and apparently they are caused by an anomaly.
It’s actually quite calming to read about this from his father’s journal, the
broken machine Sans has inherited next to him. He has started to try and repair
it, though it’s hard.
But he doesn’t mind since the basement offers him some sanctuary from his
brother’s violent behavior which seems to worsen at every reset.
Sans cringes and for a moment, his grip of the book tightens.
It’s okay though, for now. Papyrus is sleeping at this moment and Sans has the
key. Heck, his brother is probably not even aware of this place.
 
                                  Reset No. 4
 
Sans runs away.
Papyrus is always calling him useless anyway, going on how merciful he is to
keep Sans alive. Funny thing is, he seems still to find excuses to punish his
brother and every way seems to be more creative every time.
Sans is just… too weak. He should be fighting back, to stand up for himself.
But he just can’t bring himself to hurt Papyrus. Every time he tries, he sees
the old Papyrus. Before resets, he was still bastard but there was still
something. He would complain about Sans’ jokes and slap him, but there would be
a tiny hint of a smile there.
Sometimes they had sat in perfect silence on the couch and watch TV both of
them rather content.
And the skeleton had thought… hoped there would be at least small piece of his
old little brother somewhere deep inside… Despite him being ridiculous when
someone talked Sans or if the smaller skeleton went somewhere.
He has never thought, Papyrus would be this rotten.
Working for Gerson is easy. The old man has no slightest interest to rat Sans
out and the pay is decent and the job is not hard. Though he has this grin on
his face like he knows more than others and sometimes he pokes Sans with a
staff laughing hoarse laugh when the small skeleton finally loses his nerves
spitting curse words.
It’s nothing compared to what Papyrus puts him through.
Sans doesn’t really miss his old life with his brother that much (small guilt
stings him time to time.)
The Waterfall has always been his favorite area. He remembers how dad always
brought him here to see the crystals and teach him about astronomy, while his
mother kept Papyrus occupied.
He misses the past, but tries not to yearn back on those old days. They only
make him wonder what he could have done to prevent all of this and remind him
how twisted Papyrus is and how he has lost his whole family.
Sans tries to look for the anomaly causing resets and possible inspect it
further – to find out why it’s doing this and what is going to gain from all of
this - but it gets hard when the royal guards start to search for him. (Why? He
isn’t valuable enough for Papyrus. He can’t really do anything for his little
brother’s benefits.)
This upsets Sans more than he would like to admit to himself. It might have
been a short break but it allows him to breath. He doesn’t have to tiptoe
around anyone, he doesn’t need to be constantly healing himself or arrange his
schedule and free time so it wouldn’t annoy Papyrus.
Sans doesn’t want to go back. He doesn’t want the life Papyrus offers. He’s
fine on his own. He needs to leave again before Gerson sells him out –
The old turtle doesn’t sell him out.
He hides Sans.
“Wahaha, you make my life certainly interesting, my boy and I don’t really like
those arrogant bastards. Back in my day guards had some dignity but now they
are just headless chicken following anyone in power, not thinking for
themselves. This is perfect opportunity to do some mischief for them. Ooh, I
can’t wait for your brother’s reaction when that spoiled little brat can’t find
you,” he explains gleam in his eyes and the old turtle’s smile is one of a
malevolent little boy’s.
Sans appreciates Gerson’s help, even though the old man can be infuriating at
the times and his house is incredible narrow because of the many items and
things Gerson has collected in there. Sans really has to watch where he steps.
Also, the place is not the world greatest place to sleep since the roof is
leaking constantly. (“Little water never hurt anyone dear boy!”)
Gerson also keeps Sans on track guards who has come to ask him about Sans –
Sometimes even Papyrus has made an appearance and as the old man tells the
threats and shouting to Sans his hoarse, wheezing laughter almost preventing
him from speaking.
Sans wishes he could laugh at that but imagining his brother’s wrath only makes
his bones ache from the memory of abuse and fear of being found increases. But
he doesn’t say anything. Gerson – or no one really – doesn’t need to know about
his weaknesses.
One day the turtle comes back with a sly smile, eyeing Sans meaningfully. The
skeleton glares back, not really wanting to take part any of the Gerson’s game.
“What?!” He snaps.
“Someone came looking for you today,” he starts as he grins wider. “Someone
else than a guard. Tall, rather handsome, rich looking young man. A fire
elemental.”
Sans’ movements is unintended and quick as disbelieve takes over. No, Gerson’s
fucking with you… Why would Grillby look for him, anyway? Besides, he hates the
place and wouldn’t take a single step on the area willingly. Only if he
absolutely had to. Sans hides his feelings behind annoyed expression as he
rolls his eyes. “Yeah, right. A fire monster in the Waterfall? You sure you’re
not getting blind old man?”
Sans gets a strong poke from the staff. “I know what I saw, boy! These eyes
maybe old but they work just fine! And I know that flame monster, used to
babysit him when his mother had errands, hardworking lad, if not a bit too sour
– a bit like you actually. What’s with you kids these days, got lemon stuck
down in your bottom, or what?”
If your brother would do those kinds of things to you, you would be sour too,
Sans thinks. “Gee, I don’t know, maybe it’s because we live in dark caves, with
no lights and everyone wants to kill each other,” he mutters out loud getting
his cheekbone poked.
“Anyway, he got a message for you in case I happened to see you around and if
you’re alive: Whatever problems you are in, you should contact him and he would
figure something out with you.” Sans freezes, absolutely freezes. Gerson
offered his help too, but somehow this is different. This is…
The skeleton doesn’t know what to do think, he only registers lightness and
warmth. He just doesn’t really get –
“You know boy, I’m pretty sure he comes to me again. Do you want me to send him
a message?” Gerson asks knowingly. And surprisingly, there’s no teasing in his
tone or any coyness.
Sans opens his mouth to decline. Sending messages always include risks and
judging the amount of guards in the area, Papyrus suspects him being there. It
would be irresponsible.
But he wants to. More than once Sans has caught himself looking back his
conversation with Grillby smiling fondly of the memories. He always imagines
the bartender’s dry, sarcastic comments about Gerson’s house or words.
He doesn’t miss Snowdin but he kinda misses –
“I'll uh… Think about it,” Sans mutters. He never has enough time to make up
his mind since Papyrus founds him. As he drags half-conscious Sans away from
the Gerson’s burning house, he can’t help but feel terrible weight of guilt. He
can still hear the turtle’s a bit insane laughter in his head just before his
weird protector died.
 
                                  Reset No. 6
 
Papyrus has started act strange. He stares Sans long and hard, not saying
anything, eyes measuring the skeleton’s small figure.
The violent acts and lashing out has lessened and for that Sans is only
grateful. He really needs to feel at ease, even if it’s just temporary.
But the hits are being replaced with long phalanges on his femur and occasional
light touches on his spine or suspiciously close to his pelvic bone.
These touches aren’t brotherly, not by a long shot. Sans almost hopes Papyrus
would hit him again. Though this must be only some sick game, right? They are
brothers, Papyrus wouldn’t possible want to –
We are brothers, of course he wouldn’t.He’s the captain and can have anyone he
wanted. He wouldn’t settle on Sans.
The small skeleton notices being wrong far too late as he’s week later as bones
pierces his wrists, nailing him on place and Papyrus is pulling down his pants.
Sans is wiggling and squirming like an eel, disgust pulsing through his soul
and terror making his soul hammering in his chest.
This can’t happen, it’s not possible, this is impossible, this can’t be, they
are brothers, why won’t Papyrus just S T O P.
“GET OFF ME!” Sans shouts trying to sound angry and not so panicky, though he
fails miserably. He just wants out, he wants to be anywhere else. He doesn’t
want this.
Papyrus grabs his femurs, pulling them apart and just stares between them with
mad admiration. Sans feels like he would die just because of embarrassment. He
feels like throwing up. The small skeleton starts to tremble and suddenly it’s
just so hard to breath.
“You are so beautiful like this, brother,” Papyrus sighs blissfully. “No one
else gets to see you like this, you are mine.” The taller male reaches forward
and starts to lick Sans’s pubis area with his slimy, red tongue. The elder
shivers. This doesn’t feel even remotely stimulant to him, this doesn’t wake
anything else than nausea…
NonononononostopitstopitSTOPIT!!!
As Papyrys withdraws, Sans manages to kick his brother on the jaw. A moment of
threatening silence, before Papyrus grabs one of his lower ribs and snaps it in
half.
Sans screams, getting lost in a world of pain and terror. Papyrus tilts his jaw
upwards and forces him to meet his little brother’s gaze. “That,” Papyrus
starts voice dangerously low, “wasn’t very nice.”
“B-Boss… P-please…” Sans can’t remember last time he has begged like this. “Y-
you don’t have to do this. W-we are brothers…” His voice start to quiver and he
feels burning behind his eye sockets.
Papyrus snorts. “That doesn’t matter. No one cares, anyway. Now then… summon me
a hole.” Sans has been humiliated many times and the small skeleton has seen
and experiences many acts of violence…
…But this is beyond compare. He can’t breathe, he can’t stop himself from
shaking, Papyrus is there, like a predator. Watching him with hungry eyes and
there’s red glow on the tall skeleton pants. Sans tries not to look at it.
“Well?!” Papyrus yells, grabbing another one of Sans’ ribs. “Do it.”
“I can’t!” Sans yells the truth. He’s not aroused, he just…
just…
Wants his baby brother back.
This beast can’t be Papyrus.
How long can a monster actually wish for the person still be the same before
it’s too late? Papyrus is not the same. Sans’ little brother is gone and this
devil has taken his place.
And it’s all Sans’ fault. He created this beast the moment he abandoned Papyrus
–
“I guess it can’t be helped,” Papyrus mutters as he starts to pour his own
magic in Sans. The foreign magic is burning and stinging him, making him squirm
more.
Finally, there’s a red organ, tight and puffy and Papyrus smiles, perverted and
satisfied, staring at it. Sans avoids his gaze and tries to close his legs.
“Oh no you don’t,” Papyrus growls as he unzips his pants letting it out. It’s
thick and big and it’s going to hurt.
The taller skeleton pulls Sans’s legs apart again and then –
P A I N.
Sans’ mouth opens for a voiceless scream and he just can’t believe, it could
hurt any more than this.
Papyrus start moving and it’s as if someone is tearing Sans apart from the
inside. He trembles and finally his voice works as he screams like never
before.
This is impossible. This can’t happen. This is… some kind of dream. A nightmare
But everything indicates otherwise. The pain, the irony smell of Papyrus, his
pants and grufs and his teeth on Sans’ clavicle.
Help me… someone… anyone.
Mom
Dad
…Grillby…
It just keeps going. And Papyrus is chanting: “Mine, mine, mine…”
 
                                 Reset No. 10
 
It just keeps happening. Again and again and again. And it’s his fault it’s
happening, he’s weak. Sans doesn’t bother to heal himself anymore. What’s the
use?
Grillby has too many questions and Sans just wants the bartender leave him
alone.
The skeleton manages to keep himself under control until it happens for the
first time: As Sans is sitting on a stool at the Grillby’s he feels warm magic
pooling on his pelvic area. He tries to control it, to have it go away, but it
just doesn’t.
Someone might notice. Someone might notice and then –
Someone does notice. Grillby takes him to kitchen and Sans can’t hold it
anymore. The flame would think he’s disgusting, he would think Sans is weak.
Uncontrollable sobs are shaking him.
The flame holds him – holds him – whispering soothing words in Sans ear hole.
“We’re figure something out,” he says.
 
                                 Reset No. 15
 
Focus on the machine, Sans tells himself as he fixes the old thing in the
basement. Don’t think, just… do this. This offers him something to do.
Something else to think than his brother’s cock in his mouth or Grillby’s
words:
We’ll figure something out.
 
                                 Reset nro 30
 
Grillby finds out. The whole place is like an oven, bathing in the hotness of
purple flames. The male vows to kill Papyrus.
Sans tries to get the idiot to abandon the whole plan. He can’t let lose them.
Neither of them. It’s twisted, and wrong but he still cares. It does look like
it works as the purple man sighs and cools down.
It doesn’t work.
Papyrus comes home carrying a long, black, torn coat with fur lining on it. He
eyes his brother meaningfully before throwing it to Sans’ feet. Sans feels
sick. His non-existent stomach is turning, this can’t be happening, not
Grillby, anyone but him.
Sans collapses on his knees and ever so slowly, he lifts his hand to touch the
coat –
Papyrus pulls him up and kisses him roughly.
Later the smaller one just lays limb on the bed, not seeing anything as his
little brother is pounding into him.
 
                                 Reset No. 45
 
Ican’tdothisIcan’tdothisIcan’tdothisIcan’tdothisnotanymore.
“We’ll figure something out!”
Dust.
Not again, not again, not him, oh stars, not again,nonononoNO
“MINE.”
 
                                  Reset No 50
 
Dust… the pile is the evident even though Sans can’t still believe it – refuses
to believe it.
He just… snapped. He just wanted Papyrus to stop –
LV is burning him as he runs to Grillby’s where he heard the all too familiar
words.
…Why does Grillby do this every fucking time?
 
                                  Reset No 51
 
“A fool can’t escape his fate,” the Riverperson’s booming voice declares. Sans
shivers at those words and Grillby holds him tighter in his embrace. The
skeleton allows himself to lean on his… companion’s chest.
He knows it’s futile. He knows it’s going to reset anyway…
…Sans still hopes. It’s almost easy in Grillby’s arms.
This feels so different from Papyrus’s holding. The bartender never squeezes
him too hard and he smells like spices and smoke instead of iron and blood.
He’s hopes are in vain. They are not able to be at the Capital for long, before
they are caught.
As the Riverperson’s prophesy comes true Sans yells Grillby’s name as the male
dusts again by his brother’s hand.
 
                                 Reset nro 64
 
The scars… Sans stops for a moment and for a split second he wants to turn his
head away, but he just can’t.
Grillby is unconscious and lighter, almost white markings are decorating the
flames body thoroughly. He sees that one goes right across his eyes and he
knows the bartender can’t see ever again.
This all his fault. He should never have gone along with the flame’s plan. He
should have come back earlier –
Hand grabs his shoulder. “How wonderful, you decided to join us, brother.”
 
                                 Reset nro 72
 
It’s that GODDAMN FLOWER. Sans doesn’t care if it can’t help it, or if it’s
sorry –it feels sorry, isn’t that cute?! – The skeleton doesn’t care if it
can’t help it.
He can never forgive the pain it makes him go through. He can’t forgive the
pain it makes GRILLBY go through.
Sans would rip it from its’ roots.
As many times as needed.
…He just wants this all to end.
 
                                 Reset No. 81
 
Sans doesn’t understand why Papyrus has dragged him to watch Mettaton’s show on
live. His brother doesn’t seem to be that much of a fan of the program.
All kinds of monsters have gathered there. They fidget on their seats, thirst
for blood filling the air. Papyrus is only one who is calm and not moving.
Finally it starts. Mettaton walks on the stage elegantly, his heels clanking
against the floor. Mad smile spreads across his face and four yellow eyes are
gleaming. The audience is cheering and whistling waiting to see some gore and
blood.
The robot spreads his many arms and silencing the audience. “Good evening,
beauties. Are we ready to see blood?!”
As the audience yells and scream existed, Sans sees Papyrus’ small, cruel smile
and suddenly, he feels cold.
“Are we ready to see someone getting crushed?!” Cheering gets louder and
Mettaton is practically purring at the attention he’s getting. “Good, now, this
guest is really special, a gift from the captain of the royal guard himself!”
No. Sans feels his whole body getting stiff and heavy.
Papyrus grabs him by his arm. “Look closely brother,” he whispers. “This is
what happens to anyone who dares to lay hand on my property.” He kisses Sans on
the top of his skull.
Grillby.
They bring him on the stage beaten up and in shackles. And Papyrus forces him
to watch the whole thing. When the red tears starts to flow, Papyrus wipes them
away, shushing him mockingly.
 
                                 Reset No. 100
 
Nothing helps. Not working on the machine, not Grillby’s words which he repeats
at every reset sometimes more than twice on the row during the same timeline.
Not killing Flowey.
Nothing.
…So there’s only one option.
Sans wakes up only to notice he’s alive and it all has started over A G A I N.
He cries and he rages and storms. Sans takes the picture of his father – almost
only thing that helps if only for a little – feeling so mad and angry.
The skeleton smashes it on the floor.
 
                                 Reset No. 103
 
This time, he would protect Grillby. This time he wouldn’t bother the flame
man. Sans wouldn’t mix the bartender into this.
He doesn’t go to the bar. If they meet on the streets he either ignores the
fire or acts like an asshole towards him.
It’s one of the hardest resets. It’s so hard to keep going without the soothing
company and warm precens.
But at least Grillby is safe for a while.That thought keeps him going, but
there are insanely dark moments which make Sans to withdraw to deepest part of
Snowdin forest. Life is empty hole full of suffering and he has nothing else to
do than practice bitter knock knock jokes with the help of a giant door that
lies in there.
A hoarse, hesitant woman’s voice: “W-who’s there?”
 
                                 Reset No. 107
 
Grillby tells Sans he loves him. Sans can’t take it. He can’t comprehend the
whole thing. And there’s again that cursed phrase: We’ll figure something out.
It’s kind of funny how the flame man has told him that as many times as there
are resets even though he hasn’t said that every time…
…But then again, those resets he keeps repeating it more than once are the most
painful.
This takes the cake though. For a long time, their relationship has been
unclassified and unnamed.
This would change everything. It’s too hard to endure. This has been the
longest reset and those three little words just make everything worse.
If… If Grillby loves him, then he won’t give up on Sans. He would die. Again.
Sans can’t take it. He teleports straight to the basement and as soon as he
does, the tears start to fall and his breathing turns heavy and shallow.
The basement’s walls seem to fall down on him and he just does the same thing
as ever as this happens: The small skeleton goes inside the machine and curls
into a ball.
The male knows it’s pathetic but somehow, his dad’s machine somehow makes him
feel a notch safer and calmer. It still doesn’t work though Sans has gotten
closer this time. Everything should be in place but the skeleton just doesn’t
know what would make it to switch on.
The attack is bad. Sans can’t make himself calm down and his magic starts to
spiral out of control.
He wants to go somewhere and never come back. Sans can’t take this anymore.
He wants somewhere, where it isn’t kill or to be killed.
He wants somewhere where Grillby and him would be safe.
He wants somewhere where he could fix his mistake, where Papyrus would be how
he’s supposed to be.
His magic pours out more and more and it starts to spread in the machine. It
sparks to life and Sans stops crying confused.
The fuck…? This hasn’t happened before… It shakes and trembles. Sans feels his
bones twist and turn. It’s uncomfortable and he has to close his eyes –
It stops. Sans opens his eyes and he sits there, unmoving, not sure what just
happened.
The machine’s door opens. Papyrus is staring at Sans with confused look, not
tearing his eyes off the smaller skeleton.
Except… Papyrus is looking so different. He’s wearing an orange hoodie and
cargo pants. And… since when has his brother smoked?
End Notes
     *Throws snickers at UF!Papyrus*
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