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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Frisk/Papyrus/Sans, Frisk/Sans_(Undertale), Frisk/Papyrus_(Undertale)
  Character:
      Frisk_(Undertale), Sans_(Undertale), Papyrus_(Undertale), Flowey_
      (Undertale), Alphys_(Undertale), Undyne_(Undertale)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Underfell, Master/Pet, Threesome_-_F/M/M,
      Menstruation, Underage_Sex, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Humiliation, Foncest,
      Orphan_Frisk, Ecto-Penis_(Undertale), Ecto-Tongue_(Undertale), Abuse
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      Published: 2017-02-17 Updated: 2017-12-20 Chapters: 7/? Words: 35727
****** Their Good Girl ******
by Aerychan
Summary
     Dispite enduring the last few years in a life of betrayal, abuse, and
     loneliness, Frisk always tried to see the best in others. Now being
     trapped in a world of monsters who live by the code of 'kill or be
     killed', the limits of her forgiveness and determination will be put
     to the test.
      
     *Warning*: If you didn't read the tags, DO NOT READ THIS FANFICTION
     IF you are offended by subject matter such as rape/noncon, underage,
     interspecies, or menstrual sex, incest, abuse, or teenage pregnancy
     (still up in the air but warning just in case).
Notes
     So this is my first fanfiction in about 10 years and my first
     Undertale fic ever so dont expect it to be gold XP
     I want to thank my husband for supporting and encouraging my work,
     sharing in my kinks, and being my inspiration for Sans. No we do not
     have an abusive relationship. I enjoy every moment of it <3...
     Also a special thanks to Moth-Volka for befriending me when I first
     joined the fandom, showing me the wonderful AUs and sharing fanart,
     and inspiring me with her own work <3.
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***** Chapter 1 *****
There wasn't much that could give Sans the fucks to get out of bed. Not even on
a work day, let alone his day off. It was the only day of the week Papyrus
didn't shriek at him from the kitchen or boot his door in and drag him off the
mattress. He treasured these days when he'd sleep undisturbed until it was
hunger that pulled him from the bed, into some discarded clothing and out of
the house to Grillby's. Afterwards he'd lumber back home and settle into his
spot on the couch for the rest of the day. Now with the human around to keep
the place straightened up and the stupid fucking cat fed it left Paps with
absolutely nothing to bitch at him about...It was almost perfect.
 
So why...
 
Of all fucking days...
 
Was he awake...
 
Laying still with a single speck of red trained on the vibrating bit of plastic
and magic beeping some unknown electronic tune as it shuddered across his desk?
 
Because the human had a death wish apparently.
 
That had to be it. There was no way she was this fucking stupid. Frisk had been
there for weeks, knew their routine, knew the rules. As long as she earns her
keep, does as she's told, and keeps quiet, she and the bitchy weed have a roof
over their heads and protection from the rest of the monsters in the
underground.
 
Hell, the only reason she was still alive anyways was because he and the Boss
had taken a shining to her...for the most part.
 
Most of this world's inhabitants had long given up on the hope of ever
escaping. These days it was a free-for-all. Order was barely kept as it was and
the less fortunate had no qualms about stealing or even killing to get by. He'd
had no idea how Frisk had managed to get through the ruins with little more
than some cuts, scrapes, and singed hair while carrying that flower in a ratty
old boot.
 
Sans had thought that maybe she wasn't as weak as he first perceived, that she
had fought her way out tooth and nail. That was until he realized just what her
angle was.
 
She was...determined to show him Mercy.
 
The human had refused to fight back, even when the flower pleaded her to,
dodging his attacks when she could and taking it like a champ as he beat her
down. Sparing anyone in these times was unheard of and yet she wouldn’t give up
even when she couldn’t stand anymore.
 
"kill or be killed, kid.." He’d told her, a volley of bones at the ready to
skewer her frail body and tear her glistening soul from its anchor.
 
That was their way of life here and yet...she'd managed peak his curiosity just
enough to let him forgo that mentality. Maybe it was the way she struggled; her
lip split and bloodied, long dark lashes wet with tears that fluttered over her
unfaltering gaze that just made his soul burn in ways he didn't exactly hate.
 
Once he took the chance to get a better look at her, he’d taken note that
despite the burned, stained, striped sweater, she wasn’t exactly a child. She
was definitely taller than the other humans that had fallen before and had even
taken offense when he questioned her age, stating her name and that she was
sixteen years old or something.
 
The indignant look on her face had been priceless…so ’kid’ it was.
 
And in that moment he’d decided to keep her. Fuck the King and the barrier.
That shit was hopeless now anyways and everyone knew it. How many humans were
waiting to slaughter them all on the other side once that barrier came down?
After what happened to the prince, it was too much of a gamble to take,
reguardless if Asgore became a god...They'd be all fucked if his power wasn’t
enough either.
 
It had taken much more convincing on Papyrus’s end though, especially with them
working for 'Undick and the Royal Dipshits'. He'd endured at least an hour of
screechy bitching and dodging kitchenware, during which Frisk had snuck out
with the plant and gotten lost in the blizzard heading into Waterfall.
 
If there was anything to admire about the little human girl, it was her
adorably determined spirit. His brother must've seen it too or else he wouldn't
have brought her back in one battered, bloody piece after her useless escape
attempt, chastising him for letting their new 'pet' get out.
 
Pet...Heh...He'd liked the sound of that.
 
So much so that he went out and bought her a collar similar to his own that
could only be removed with his magic. She'd fought him like hell of course,
even getting her teeth on his phalanges a few times before Papyrus had to hold
her down. As punishment she spent the rest of the day and the next morning on
all fours, crawling around their home in her dirty, tattered clothing.
 
A sight that he unexpectedly came to appreciate...
 
Over time she proved herself useful and somewhat controllable, the threat of
violence being enough to ensure that she could be left unattended for a while.
If she did go outside she never strayed farther than the shed, mindful of the
other citizens of Snowdin who vied for her soul. Frisk wasn't an idiot or even
ignorant to the dangers of this world. Although she seemed resolute to change
it for the better, she knew better than to wander without him or Boss near by.
 
So why, for the love of Asgore, would she do something that would piss him off
this much??
 
Begrudgingly the 'bulky' skeleton pried himself from the warmth and comfort of
his bed, his bones feeling like lead as he trudged across the room. He glowered
down at the phone as it continued dancing closer to the edge of the desk,
allowing his ire to build even more until the device fell to the carpet.
Crouching low he scooped up the phone, turning it over to check the cracked
screen.
 
It was an old one that they kept as a back up. They'd given it to Frisk in case
of emergencies. The timer that was still running indicated that the alarm had
been going off for thirteen minutes, thirty-two seconds and counting, steadily
getting louder in five minute increments until it was enough to wake him. He
had half a mind to crush the damn thing, but then he'd have to deal with his
brother and that was the last thing he needed.
 
Tapping the screen to stop the alarm, he stood and looked back at the foot of
his bed where the human usually slept. The worn pillow and blanket he'd given
her lay rumpled on the edge of the mattress, which was strange because she
usually folded them up nicely when she woke up. Her day clothes he'd picked up
for her were on the desk where the phone had been as well and the bedroom door
was open.
 
For a moment he thought she'd booked it again, but as he stepped out and looked
over the banister he saw this wasn't the case. Her shoes were still at the
front door, pushed neatly off to the side, and the bitchy weed she insisted on
keeping was still on the table. She wouldn’t have let it behind even if she was
stupid enough to leave in her handed-down pajamas and no shoes.
 
Said flower looked up at him from the living room, giving its all in an attempt
to be intimidating as it hissed from the confines of its cage and makeshift
pot.
 
"What are YOU looking at trash bag!?"
 
"where's the kid, weed?"
 
The living flora snorted in disdain, turned his petaled face to the side.
"Psh..Please. Don't bother acting like you care. It's probably all your fault
anyways."
 
"i ain't gonna ask again plant." The skeleton's left eye ignited a fierce red,
magic sparking in his socket. He was not in the mood for this shit. "don’t make
me shove the cat in there with ya."
 
Flowey shuddered and tucked in his torn leaves and petals, eyeing said beast
curled up on the back of the couch. Since the day they arrived that damn cat
would sit by his cage nearly the entire day, squeezing its paws in between the
thin bars and swiping at him. The brothers thought it was hysterical, but at
least when they were gone Frisk would come to his rescue and practically
smother the nuisance with affection as a temporary distraction.
 
"S-she ran into the bathroom..Maybe fifteen minutes ago. I don’t know...But she
looked freaked out. The water ran for a while, but I haven't heard anything
since..."
 
Sans turned towards the door between his and Papyrus's rooms, noting the light
shining through the gap at the bottom as he moved in front of it. He heard a
short burst of water then silence, followed by a soft sniffle. For a moment he
stood there with his hand over the knob and considered giving the human her
privacy. She didnt have much here anyway.
 
But then the phone in his hand started to trill again, rattling against his
finger bones until he gripped it tight, renewing his anger. Making sure to turn
it OFF completely this time, he pitched the offending device over his shoulder,
not caring where it landed as he grasped the brass knob and twisted.
 
It resisted. So he tried again. Nothing.
 
Un-fucking-believable! Not only had she interrupted his sleep, but she had the
balls to break Pap's rule about locking doors. Oh...she was gonna get it double
today...
 
"kid...i’m gonna give ya to the count of three to open this fuckin' door."
 
His hands dropped into the pockets of his shorts as he stepped back.
 
"one."
 
No answer.
 
"two."
 
A soft sniffle, but nothing more. Tears weren't going to save her.
 
"thr-"
 
"P-please Sans! Just....just go away!!"
 
............
 
Without further warning the heel of his foot struck against the door near the
latch, splintering the wood of the door frame and causing Frisk to scream from
inside. Another kick sent the battered door swinging into the wall with a
'bang' that rattled the house and most likely created a hole he was going to
have to patch up later.
 
The bathroom was clouded with residual steam, but it didn't block the sight of
Frisk peering wide-eyed over the edge of the tub, dark wet bangs plastered to
her damp forehead. The humid air was tinged with the scent of the light flowery
soap Papyrus gave her to use after discovering just how quick humans got dirty,
although it masked a sweet, almost metallic smell he couldn't place.
 
As he crossed the short distance between them, his bones clicking against the
damp tile, Frisk shrunk down more trying to make herself as small as possible.
 
Stopping short of the tub Sans crossed his arms over his sternum, phalanges
drumming against his humerus as his burning eye bore into the top of her head.
Aside from her collar she was bare and shivering, from fear or cold he didn't
care, clutching some damp fabric that looked like his spare shorts to cover her
front. Her skin was still mottled with scratches and bruises from her last
'reminder'. One that pulled his eye streaked across her lower back a few inches
above her tail bone that had been from his belt.
 
The week old memory caused him to salivate, but he swallowed it back. She'd
been so well behaved since then...Oh well.
 
The unknown smell was much stronger now too, obviously coming from her. But
rage was obviously outweighing curiosity at this point. Punishment first, ask
questions later. Reaching out he grasped a handful of wet hair, tangling it in
his boney fingers as he tugged upward and demanded she stand.
 
Another harsh tug was his response to the light shake of her head.
 
"kid...i think we're havin' a bit of miscommunication here...i wasn’t 'askin'
ya to get up."
 
Frisk yelped louder as she was pulled up from the safety of the tub, her cry
ending in a strained gurgle as the skeleton’s free hand wrapped around her neck
just above her collar and squeezed hard, holding her against the wall. The
soaked articles in her hands dropped with a heavy smack at her feet, her
smaller fingers clutching at Sans’s forearm without a second thought to
covering herself as she struggled for breath.
 
“ya know…sometimes i wonder if ya intentionally act like an ungrateful little
shit. i’m starting to think that maybe ya actually enjoy your punishments.”
Sans’s chuckle was dark and suggestive, his boned brow arching high above his
glowing socket. “is that right? you like being beaten and treated like a lowly
animal?”
 
If Frisk could speak she would’ve told him 'no no, a thousand times no', but
his grip only left her struggling for breath, the balls of her feet aching from
the strain of balancing her weight against the wet surface. She could barely
even shake her head with the hard edges of his skeletal hand grasping just
under her jaw, forcing her head to tilt back and look up at his grinning face.
Her lips parted as she attempted to speak.
 
“hmm? what was that?” Sans sneered putting his free hand up to his nonexistent
ear. “i didn’t quite catch that. you sound a little ‘choked up’.”
 
Snickering deviously he loosened his hold just enough to let the human draw a
ragged breath then tightened it again.
 
“now i aint sure what caused this sudden bout of misbehavior…but you’ve fucked
up big time, kid. not just in wakin' me up, but you broke boss’s rule about
lockin' doors behind ya. and ya can bet he’ll be hearin' about that.”
 
The quickening of her pulse under his fingers made his soul stir anxiously,
throbbing against his ribcage in response. A bit of iridescent red saliva began
oozing between his teeth as his tongue formed in his mouth, his thumb stroking
down along her neck. She was so delicate...It barely took any pressure from the
tip of the bone to scratch the top few layers of skin, leaving an angry red
mark under her jawline. Any more and she'd surely bleed.
 
“i have half a mind to drag ya out into the snow right now and chain ya up
behind the house. maybe some frostbite will teach ya a thing or two…but i know
how fragile humans can be and ‘tibia-honest’ i’d rather not have a sick pet on
my hands. plus if ya end up dyin' on me, Paps'll bummed and give me shit for
bein' a bad owner then i’ll have to deal with the plant and go back to takin'
care of the fuckin’ cat and cleanin’ and..”
 
As Sans continued rambling Frisk started to see spots, breathing through her
nose as best she could while her windpipe was being squeezed and the blood flow
to her brain restricted. There was no getting used to the choking. You only
learned how to suffer through it as efficiently as possible. She wanted to
count herself lucky though, to tell herself this was better than death, but it
was so hard to stay positive through all this. She would endure though, having
developed her will to survive through all despair she'd faced so far.
 
Back when her world was right, before her mother passed away, she'd encouraged
Frisk to understand that there was good in all creatures, no matter how cruel
or devious their intentions were. She preached that forgiveness was the most
righteous and difficult path one could embark, insisting that everyone had a
reason for their behavior, whether it be psychological or a result of their
circumstances.
 
Frisk hoped that the monsters here would be the same. She would give them the
benefit of the doubt. Some times all anyone needed was a bit of patience,
kindness, and understanding.
 
This world wasn't as frightening as the horror stories her sister would tell
her by candlelight, about twisted, carnivorous beasts that would devour a human
without a second thought. Yes, the monsters here were aggressive, but they were
civilized...to an extent. They lived by the rule that only the strong would
survive by sheer brute force; something she experienced frequently in this
house.
 
Though she supposed it could be worse. Sans or Papyrus could've killed her by
now, ripped out her soul, and done whatever it was they'd intended to do from
the start. But they'd conceded to her pleas, granting her mercy, and even
offering protection. Well...not so much 'offering' as much as one would say
they'd made the decision for her; taking her into their home, patching her up,
feeding her, and enlisting her into their..'service'?...And leaving apparently
wasn't an option. Not if she wanted to keep herself and Flowey alive.
 
It wasn't a terrible set up to be honest, given her situation before the fall,
and the brothers really weren’t that bad. They didn't actively look to hurt her
so long as she followed their rules. She was clean, clothed, fed regularly and
given a semi comfortable place to sleep, though she didn’t get why it had to be
in Sans’s bed. Papyrus’s room was off limits, but the couch was open so it had
to be a psychological tactic, just like the collar. He put it on her so she was
his responsibility.
 
His pet to be...'trained'.
 
Dispite feeling abhored by her new 'station', she had learned quickly to come
when called and that she wasn’t allowed to sit at the table for meals though
she was given a plate and utensils. That first night they’d pinned and collared
her she hadn’t even been permitted to stand and her dinner was served in the
cat dish. Absolutely humiliating…
 
Since then Frisk obeyed every command with little resistance, spending her days
cleaning to Papyrus’s specifications since Sans obviously didn’t care. Once
both skeletons had left to do whatever their jobs were, she’d let Flowey out to
stretch his petals while keeping Doomfanger distracted…What in the world
possessed Papyrus to pick that name for a cat?
 
She’d tried to convince her friend to save himself, but he refused to leave her
behind. She’d risked her life for him too many times already so he could
tolerate the mangy cat and smiley trashbag’s bad jokes for as long as it took
for them both to escape for good.
 
But Frisk wasn’t sure if that was ever going to be possible. It seemed like
everyone else, Sans and Papyrus aside, wanted her dead and they had both beaten
the hell out of her beforehand. In the ruins she’d convinced Toriel to let her
go only after the deceptively loving creature had almost burnt her and Flowey
to a crisp. She had no resentment towards the matronly goat monster though,
only pity for the loss that had driven her to such hatred and madness. The
brothers however, had yet to show their hands, so to speak. (Papyrus in the
literal sense since shed never seen him without his gloves..) If she stayed
determined and continued playing the role of their human pet she just might
make it through this in one piece.
 
That should've been easy right?...
 
Not so much. Not when her teenage rebelliousness still made itself known. It
had gotten her into more than enough trouble on the surface so one would think
she’d be able to reign it in down here where there was monsters, magic, and
more unknowns that had the potential to harm her.
 
...Nope.
 
Last week she’d been so caught up in cleaning up after one of Sans’s messes
that she’d forgotten to feed Doomfanger. Papyrus had been willing to let her
off with a warning, but when the shorter brother had the nerve to chide her as
well she couldn’t keep herself from mouthing off. She wasn’t quite sure if the
regret had set in at seeing Papyrus’s scowl of disapproval or when the blinding
pain bloomed across the side of her face as Sans back handed her. She had been
thankful that the living room carpet had cushioned her fall somewhat, then
resented it as she was dragged backward, causing some unpleasant rug burn on
her chin and stomach.
 
She couldn’t remember much aside from the press of Sans’s boney heel digging
between her shoulder blades, the pressure making it difficult to breath as her
head was jerked back by the leash that he kept on his belt. The sharp stinging
strikes against her lower back and sides had quickly blurred into a constant
ache, lingering on into the next morning where she woke in her spot on Sans’s
bed, apparently having blacked out at some point during her punishment.
 
As bad as it had been, Frisk had learned to always prepare herself for pain.
 
What she hadn’t expected was the care she received afterwards. Papyrus had come
in to check on her, taking a seat beside the mattress with a bowl of spaghetti
and attempted to feed her. Sans followed shortly after carrying a jar of some
iridescent goop. He’d taken a seat on the bed beside her, gently turning her
onto her side facing away from him so that he could apply the salve to her
skin. They talked softly to her, though she couldn’t remember for the life of
her what was said, as if they were soothing a scared, wounded animal.
 
There had been some major déjà vu taking her back to the first night with them,
but between her pain and exhaustion she had written that off as a very strange
stress induced dream. Just like that night after a bit more rest, she’d woken
to a lot less pain and neither brother acting any differently. She’d found them
on the couch in their respective places, watching tv as if nothing had
happened. Papyrus was completely absorbed into the show so Sans acknowledged
her first, glancing up as she peered over the banister then grinning widely,
gesturing for her to join them.
 
It had felt like an eternity as Frisk slowly crept down the stairs, each step
making her legs tremble as she gripped the railing and kept her gaze on her
socked feet. As she approached the couch she’d attempted to sit on the floor,
but then Sans caught her by the arm and drew her around to his other side. She
had braced herself for more pain, utterly confused when her butt came in
contact with the softness of the couch cushion then nearly jumping out of her
sink as she was tucked against the stocky skeleton’s side.
 
They had remained like that for several long minutes, her cheek and shoulder
pressed into his ribs, feeling the firm bones through his t-shirt. At one point
she had felt boned digits combing through her hair, gently working out her
small knots and tangles. When it became apparent that neither of them were
going to hurt her she finally let herself relax a bit, her heartbeat still
thundering in her ears. In the half hour that followed she found herself
stretched across the couch, her attention split between the overacting robot on
tv and the hands stroking her cheek and ankle.
 
For the first in a very long time, Frisk felt...cared for? She knew she was
just trying to justify accepting their comfort after everything they'd done and
would most likely do again. Dispite her age she was very aware that these kinds
of situations were mentally unhealthy and potentially dangerous. While she
tried to abide by her mother's teachings, she also knew that at some point
she'd have to cut her losess and run like she had to do before.
 
But unlike on the surface, she didn't know where to go, where to hide, and
there was no one else to take her in and protect her...for as long as that
lasted.
 
She was...trapped...and with an even greater dilemna that she wasn't ready to
handle.
 
By the time Sans had finished with his tirade, her vision had almost completely
faded, the grip on his wrist weakening. The skeleton snorted as he lessoned his
grip to allowed her oxygen and regular bloodflow. She gasped and coughed hard,
taking in as much as possible to clear her clouded mind.
 
"stay with me now. don't need you passin' out before we can get down to
business."
 
"P-please...S-sans I..I'm sorry....I just.." Her body was shaking wildly from
the chill and exertion as she gulped hard, not noticing how his eye brightened
when her thoat strained against his hand. "...need a minute...I prom-mise I'll
be..g-good..."
 
“oh you will huh? now you wanna be 'good'?" His dark chuckle chilled her right
down to her bones. "sorry kid, but you're not gettin' off that easily. gonna
have to learn some time that you don't call the shots around here. don't get me
wrong. i really do like havin' you around."
 
Frisk's vision was filled with San's bright red magic as he leaned in closer,
his nasal cavity almost touching the tip of her nose. Her throat immediately
dried up and her heart dropped into her stomach.
 
"so ya see my dilemma kid? if ya didn’t fuck up i wouldn’t haveta hurt ya...and
i really don’t want to do that…"
 
The grin set in the dagger-like teeth twitched and stretched wider, taking
notice of how the human's soul seemed to perk up,...
 
"...well…"
 
...and quiver,...
 
..maybe just a little...”
 
...then drop again.
 
 
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     {Flowey just wants to help...}
Chapter Notes
     Wow that took forever @×@'...But it's here! Chapter 2
     of......whatever this is I'm trying to write XD
     I want to express my sincerest thanks to everyone for every hit,
     bookmark, kudo, and comment. I'm honestly suprised anybody even
     considered clicking on this and its given me the determination to
     continue! X3
     Thank you everyone for your patience. Hopefully the next chapter
     won't take as long, but again between work and baby I cant make any
     guarantees.
      
     Again I will remind all readers that this fanfiction will contain
     subject matter such as: physical abuse, underage sex, non-con/rape,
     menstruation/menstrual sex, and all the other stuff listed in the
     tags. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
      
     Anyways...here it is! ^^ Enjoy <3
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Flowey had overheard the commotion in the bathroom, his leaves and petals
standing on end as he strained to hear what was going on up there. If the door
hadn’t swung back shut he might have been able to catch a glance through the
mirror on the wall. His roots writhed anxiously in the confines of his boot,
wishing he didn’t need the soil to burrow through. If it wasn’t for that, he
and Frisk would’ve been long gone weeks ago.
 
He didn’t understand why she didn’t fight back. The human had let every monster
she encountered beat her to a pulp, because of this misguided sense of
compassion and determination that kept her from lashing out. She would do
everything she could to survive without laying a finger on anyone else. It
was…endearing…
 
..and so very fucking STUPID!
 
Frisk had the potential power to dust every one of these fools. He saw it in
her eyes every time smiley trashbag or the edgelord decided to boss her around.
She could take them both out and get herself out of this forsaken place, but
she refused to sink to their level. He watched her take whatever they could
dish out, no matter how painful or humiliating, and still not raise a hand to
retaliate.
 
He honestly wasn’t too surprised. They’d spent the last few weeks of their
captivity getting to know each other. He of course wouldn’t reveal his exact
origin, a flower had to keep some secrets, but that didn’t stop Frisk from
carrying on.
 
She shared so much with him lately, pouring out her feelings and past like a
cracked dam that was finally giving way, one piece at a time. He learned about
the loss of her parents, being separated from her sister, something called
‘foster care’ where they put orphans or kids with unfit parents with other
families that are still unfit to take care of them. The human never went into
much detail, but she had this look in her eyes when she spoke about it that
told him not to pry.
 
Frisk was in no sense of the word ‘frightening’. He’d seen Temmies that were
more intimidating. But when her thoughts turned to less than pleasant
memories…Suffice it to say, he wouldn’t let her linger on the subject long, but
when she spoke of good times her face lit up like faux stars that studded the
ceiling of their underground prison.
 
She never showed these expressions to the brothers, not that Flowey had seen
anyways. Most often, when she wasn’t nuetral or utterly terrified, the human
girl was rather inquisitive. She would ask the skeletons about their magic and
anatomy, her interest sometimes becoming….invasive. He had laughed himself to
tears when her curiosity gave her the courage to lift the trashbag’s shirt up,
peering just below his ribcage and marveling at the lack of organs.
 
It didn’t last though. The broad skeleton’s cheekbones had lit up brightly with
his magic, beads of liquid magic forming on his skull in humiliation before he
snarled angrily and struck her down. His foot came down hard on her chest,
knocking the wind out of her and possibly cracking a rib as he threatened her
life if she ever touched him without his permission again.
 
After that incident, all questions went to the taller, sharper brother who was
more than happy to loudly give Frisk all the reasons why humans were inferior
to monsters, specifically himself. His arrogance was more than a little
insufferable to say the least. He had no idea how she could tolerate either of
them for as long as she had when he was on the verge of plucking his own petals
on a daily basis.
 
Frisk was too damn sweet and forgiving for her own good.
 
“You stupid girl…” Flowey muttered to himself, said golden petals dropping
somewhat. “How far will you let this go?...What all will you let them do befo-”
 
His thoughts were cut off by a pained shriek followed by a loud slam as the
bathroom door swung open again and hit the wall.
 
Sans came storming out, dragging a naked, soaked Frisk behind him by the metal
ring of her collar. Her hands were grasping desperately at his arm, resisting
him while trying to maintain her balance as he pulled her towards the stairs.
His knit brow bones and the sadistic grin set in his skull held a promise of
horrific things to come for the human, even as she cried and pleaded with him.
 
“W-watch it!” Flowey shouted, watching terrified as she stumbled along the
stairs. “Hey asshole! Do you want her to fall?? And where the hell are her
clothes, you pervert!”
 
Sans came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, jerking the girl around in
front of him and sneering at the contained plant.
 
“seems like the both of ya are forgettin’ your place around here. THIS.” He
snarled, tugging up on Frisk’s collar until she whined in discomfort. “is MY
pet to do with whatever the fuck i please! And YOU are nothing more than a
shitty fuckin’ centerpiece. what i do with my property is none of your fuckin’
business, weed.”
 
Flowey bristled and shrunk back, biting his tongue to keep from saying anything
more that would endanger his friend further.
 
“that’s what i thought...”
 
The skeleton’s face split into a cruel grin, his transparent tongue swiping
across his fangs. Frisk shuddered fearfully and closed her eyes at the sight,
wincing at a series of metallic clicks over bone. She dreaded whatever he had
planned for her, wanting nothing more than to go back to the tub and try to
figure out how to handle her entirely unwanted new predicament.
 
“S-sans please…C…can’t you just…forgive me this time? I-I’ll take punishment
from Papyrus for locking the door, but I didn’t mean to wake you up. I swear…”
 
The vicious smirk wavered and the red lights that served as his eyes seemed to
dim. For a moment Frisk thought he was actually considering it, but when the
line of teeth dropped into an angry scowl, her heart fell with it.
 
Inside Sans’s head roiled with thoughts of insecurity and hatred, perhaps even
a little jealousy…just a little.
 
How could she want Boss’s discipline over his?? Was it because Papyrus didn’t
do it as often? She was in for a rude awakening if that was the case. Half of
whatever he dished out was at his brother’s command. The human was Sans’s pet
and it was up to him to provide her care and administer her punishment.
 
She belonged to him, damn it all!
 
“so that’s it huh?” His voice rumbled darkly, promising nothing but misfortune
for the human. “you want to be Pap’s pet more than mine? you think he’ll be
nicer?”
 
Frisk yelped as he dragged her closer, pulling up on her collar until she was
balancing on the balls of her feet. She could feel the heat of his breath on
her face, unsurprisingly tinged with the sharp scent of mustard, as he spat
bitterly.
 
“better than me?”
 
“N-no! I didn’t say that! I don’t think that at all!”
 
“oh, but I know you do. you think i don’t see you tryin’ to cozy up to him,
askin’ questions about him, helpin’ him cook, and flashin’ those little
smiles...”
 
The angry scowl curled back up into a sneer and the now empty sockets narrowed.
Fear crawled up Frisk’s back and sunk deeper than the cold ever could.
 
“you wanna fuck him, dontcha?..”
 
It took a few long seconds for her to process his words and their meaning. Once
her mind came back into focus, Frisk felt her blood rushing up to her face,
heating her skin and turning her cheeks pink. Her lips fell open, quivering as
they tried to form a response to Sans’s accusation.
 
“That’s..not...” Her eyelids closed to shut out his cruel expression as she
tried to swallow around the dry knot forming in her throat. “N-no way! Not in a
thousand years!”
 
“pssh…cant fool me bitch. think yer so clever...you’ll see just how ‘nice’ Boss
is when he gets home. see if his cock is worth it then. in the meantime…i think
you need some time to ‘chill’ out.”
 
Frisk started to struggle again as Sans pulled her towards the door, her legs
swinging a bit each time she lost purchase on the carpet.
 
“Wait!...You..you said you weren’t going to put me outside!”
 
“nooo…i said i wasn’t gonna put ya out in the snow. i never said anything ‘bout
the shed. you’re gonna sit in there until Paps gets home, then he’s gonna deal
with you. see how much ya like him then.”
 
The teen yelped as they stopped again and the skeleton rounded on her, red
pinpricks glowing with a malicious intent she couldn’t describe. Sans had shown
her few expressions, most often annoyance or rage, but this was different if
not eerily familiar. The sweat beading up on his skull and the drool seeping
between his fangs made him look ravenous, as if he was just aching to eat her
alive and leave her carcass to be picked at by vermin.
 
“and i bet not even you would be stupid enough to run around in the snow
naked…”
 
Her throat suddenly felt so dry as she watched a droplet catch the edge of a
socket and roll down the rim over his cheekbone, mingling with the saliva
dribbling down his chin. She swore she could just see the magic particles
swirling in the bright red secretions.
 
“what do ya think would happen to ya out there?”
 
Frisk cast her eyes downward. She didn’t want to think about it. There had been
plenty of humans who were capable of innumerable horrors. The mere thought of
what else Sans or any other monster could do was enough to make her shudder.
 
“if ya really think ya got it so bad here, just think about what the next
monster could do, if not just tear your soul out right then and there and leave
the body to rot.”
 
But he hadn’t. Neither he or Papyrus had done such a thing. If she could sway
them, then maybe...Almost as if he could read her mind, Sans snickered
mercilessly, reveling in how she seemed to shrink under his gaze.
 
“ya can’t convince us all pet. some of ‘em still got hope for usin' the human
souls to get outta here. you’re just got lucky that Boss and me got ya first.
we’re the best shot ya got at survivin’ down here.”
 
With another sharp tug Frisk was pressed up against the bulky skeleton, her
palms bracing again his ribs and fisting in his shirt. She didn’t need to see
to know his face was practically touching hers, the flare of his eyes glowing
through her clenched eyelids.
 
“so ya best learn to suck it up and behave sooner rather than later if ya value
livin’ that much.” His warning snarl was deep and threatening, barely an inch
from her ear as he watched to see if the moisture gathering in the corners of
her eyes would spill over.
 
Flowey wanted to say something, DO something to help but knew he’d only make
things worse. His gaze lowered solemnly to the floor, trying to focus on
anything but his friend being accosted by the pervy trashbag.
 
That’s when he noticed something that made his stem shudder and his leaves curl
up. Dark red spots on the carpet where Frisk and Sans had stood at the bottom
of the stairs, some smeared across the fibers in a trail that followed them
across the room towards the front door. Dread steadily crept up his roots as he
followed the tracks to the human’s feet where a larger stain was pooling.
 
If not for fear and some morbid curiosity he wouldn’t have looked any further
out of respect for her modesty, but as his gaze traveled up her legs to where
the bright crimson streaked and dripped down her flesh, he felt the stirrings
of pure hatred.
 
Flowey hadn’t even considered that the skeleton would’ve taken things this far.
The roots embedded in the dirt began to multiply and burst from the seams and
around the tongue of the boot through the laces, angry red thorns sprouting
from them. They traveled up his stem to where his tattered golden petals stood
straight as his face began to distort and darken.
 
“You. Filthy. BASTARD.” The flower hissed out, catching Sans’s attention
quickly. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Are you THAT depraved?! As if you
didn’t treat her badly enough! But this??”
 
Sharp vines unraveled from his body and shot forward as far as they could,
stopping merely a foot from Sans’s face.
 
“Get over here, you sick fuck! I’LL RIP YOUR FUCKING SKULL OPEN!!!”
 
The skeleton scoffed at the plant’s antics, barely acknowledging the thrashing
roots.
 
“don’t get your leaves in a bunch, plant. ” He scoffed and tugged Frisk’s
collar again, earning another cry. “we haven’t even started yet.”
 
This only enraged the screaming flower more, his vines lashing out and whipping
at the walls and floor, leaving gashes in whatever surface they touched. The
skeleton’s sharp grin drooped dangerously.
 
Between this and the bathroom wall, Papyrus was going to be piiissed…
 
" Fucking asshole!! For God’s sake, she’s still a kid!!”
 
Trapped between them Frisk barely managed to bite back a whimper, absolutely
mortified as a harsh cramp seized her abdomen and wet heat gushed from her
loins. She shuddered at the unpleasant sensation, feeling the rivulets of blood
running down her quivering legs to the floor and seeping into the fabric under
her feet. Great…On top of everything, she was going to have to scrub the carpet
again.
 
“look, weed. i don’t know when the fuck you sprouted a pair, but you better
reign it the fuck in before i cram your thorny ass in the freezer!”
 
Sans had just about enough insolent bullshit for the day, the light in his
right socket flickering out before the left flared brightly, magic seeping out
of it like smoke. As the hand not holding Frisk was lifted, a series of
cracked, sharpened bones materialized between them, poised to take the plant
out in an instant.
 
“or I could just shred you right now.”
 
“BRING IT TRASHBAG!!”
 
“Please stop!”
 
Frisk didn’t even flinch as the crimson orb snapped down to look upon her face,
focused intently on her pleading gaze. She stared back unwaveringly to keep his
attention, not catching how his jaw tighten when she swallowed and parted her
lips to speak.
 
“Sans please…don’t hurt him.” She asked softly, her fingers grasping at his
shirt.
 
Unconsciously her fingertips curled around a rib bone, caressing the inside of
the cage through the fabric. His sharp intake of breath made her aware if her
doings and she jerked her hands back with a quick apology, crossing them over
her chest in an attempt to cover herself.
 
“He..he’s just worried about me is all. Please...don’t hold it against him.”
 
His expression stayed firm and he said nothing. Somewhat relieved at the lack
of response, she let out a heavy breath and stepped back, turning towards her
friend who was still trembling with rage.
 
"Its alright Flowey. I promise." Frisk tried to smile for him, but it was so
obviously strained. "Sans didn't cause it. He didn't hurt me. So please, just
calm down."
 
It took some more doing, but eventually the vines retracted into the boot,
though the thorns stayed present on Flowey's stem as he continued glowering at
Sans.
 
Sighing in relief Frisk looked back to Sans, hoping that with the tension eased
somewhat he had changed his mind. The look on his face was not promising
though. Self consciousness niggled at her as she tried her best to conceal
whatever she could...which was not much. Her embarrassment was only made worse
by the way Sans was staring, brow bones knit in confusion and eyes focused on
the red streaks in a way that made it seem like he was about to drop on all
fours and lick her clean.
 
The unexpected thought repulsed her and she cleared her throat to try and get
his attention, keeping her front turned away from him. His sockets blinked away
the voracious look, something she found both interesting and disturbing as his
gaze lifted back up to her face.
 
"w...what in the actual fuck kid?...you're bleeding like......the fuck did you
do??" The question that croaked out almost made him sound as concerned as his
countenance showed.
 
The human couldn't hold his gaze, not while she stood there in her birthday
suit. Looking around for anything to cover herself in, she only found Sans's
jacket thrown over the arm of the couch. She’d probably lose an arm if she went
for that. Giving a resigned sigh, she shifted uncomfortably in place. The
drying blood was beginning to itch.
 
“It…it’s a thing human females do-“
 
“what?? bleed all over the fuckin place??” He shouted at her, gesturing to the
stains dotting the carpet.
 
Frisk couldn’t have cringed harder if she tried. As if this wasn’t embarrassing
enough.
 
“Its….That...would be simplest way to put it.”
 
“well...then…” Boned hands flew up and scraped over a panic-stricken skull,
wiping away the sweat and drool. “just…fuckin' stop it already! you’re gettin'
it everywhere!”
 
“I…I don’t know how! This has never happened before!”
 
Sans stared back at her, utterly exasperated and becoming more and more pissed
by the second.
 
“the fuck do you mean its never happened??”
 
“Hey! Leave her alone, trash!”
 
Frisk groaned and covered her face as the shouting resumed. She couldn’t lie
even if she wanted to. All she knew was that once it started, it would happen
again and again for several days once a month for years until she got much,
much older. She was only eight years old when her sister, who was four years
her senior had started this cycle herself. Dad was already gone and Mom was in
the hospital at the time. Her sister had been too embarrassed to explain it and
her teacher had said she was too young for that kind of discussion yet.
 
So she just brushed it off and went about her business. When she turned twelve
and it didn’t happen to herself, she just assumed it didn’t happen to everyone.
It wasn’t like she had many friends to talk to about it with either and by the
time her high school would even offer a Sex Ed class, mom and sis were gone,
her foster parents refused to sign any wavers, and Frisk had dropped out
halfway through the first month of school anyway.
 
So when the pain in her abdomen started about two days ago, she’d had no idea
what it would lead to. At first Frisk thought it was maybe a pulled muscle,
from what she had no clue, or perhaps a stomach ache from eating nothing but
monster food.
 
Flowey had explained to her that monsters were compromised entirely of magic
from their souls to their physical bodies. So it made sense that their food was
magic based, but she didn’t know what that meant for her. When she ate, she
felt full, refreshed, and her injuries healed rapidly, but she had no idea if
it was actually nourishing her. That idea didn’t seem very plausible though.
Surprisingly she’d seemed to gain a little bit of weight recently.
 
Frisk thought to ask her ‘hosts’ if they had a clue, since Flowey was at a loss
himself. Sans was out of the question though, as he wouldn’t humor her
curiosity anymore. Papyrus had been her only hope, but as soon as she even
mentioned the possibility of monster food having adverse effects on her system,
he took it as an insult to his unrivaled culinary skills and sent her to bed
without dinner.
 
There she writhed in discomfort until sleep took her, only to be woken in the
morning with another harsh cramp followed by rush of heat in her panties. She’d
sat up right away and witnessed in horror as the faded grey shorts Sans had
loaned her became stained dark red.
 
And the rest had lead her up to this point, standing naked and bleeding between
an enraged talking flower and a shouting skeleton…
 
Her hands were suddenly torn from her face by Sans’s hard grip around both
wrists. He didn’t look any less angry…Not a good sign.
 
“snap out of it kid! we’re leavin’.”
 
“Leave?...To where?” She blinked up at him with nervous curiosity.
 
“I know someone that can fix this…maybe...come on.”
 
His grasp fell away from one wrist as he moved to pull her towards…the kitchen?
 
“W-wait! I can’t go out like this!”
 
Growling in exasperation, Sans looked around quickly before spotting his coat
and snatching it up from the couch. He dropped it over her shoulders and pulled
the fur-lined hood up over her head, ignoring how small and delicate she looked
in the over sized article. Grasping the collar, he tugged her in close, their
faces nearly touching.
 
“listen good, kid. you speak out of turn, you get beat. you try to run, you
die. you get blood on my fuckin jacket…”
 
His sockets went dark once more and Frisk trembled.
 
“And I’ll Give You A Fate Worse Than Death…we clear?”
 
The teen nodded frantically in response.
 
“good. now lets got movin’.”
 
Taking her by the wrist again, Sans led Frisk away from the front door, opening
a shortcut as they passed through the archway into the kitchen and phasing into
the Void.
Chapter End Notes
     Next time, we meet a 'specialist' in human biology...
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     {A trip to Hotland leads to a new friend}
Chapter Notes
     Again, sorry for the wait. For some reason this feels shorter than
     usual even though its about the same page length. I couldn't figure
     out Mettaton for a while and now we're in the process of moving...Fun
     times all around!
     Thanks for your patience everyone! Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
If anything was more terrifying than the emptiness that was blacker than any
known darkness she’d known, it was feeling the oxygen suddenly being ripped
from her lungs. The instant Frisk crossed the threshold into the kitchen, it
was as if Sans had dragged her into the vacuum of space. No air and a bitter
coldness that cut to her very core. It didn’t last more than a few moments as
he led her a few steps through the vast nothingness, but in those short seconds
she questioned whether or not she would come out alive.
 
The world opened up to her again and her aching lungs pulled in a breath of
heated air sharply. Weakened from the experience her body crumpled and she fell
to her knees, barely acknowledging the dirt and rocks digging into her knees or
the incessant tugging at her wrist.
 
“oh come off it, kid. its not that bad.” Sans snarled, dragging her back up to
her feet and wrapping an arm around her for support. “we gotta get inside
before anyone sees ya.”
 
Black spots danced in her view as she took in their surroundings. A tall white
building towered over them, stretching towards the pitch black ceiling that not
even the sea of lava in the cavern below could illuminate. The air she pulled
in was stifling, arid with a tinge of sulphur that stung her nostrils. In the
distance over the bubbling lava and hissing of steam, she could hear a steadily
pulsing hum, possibly from some kind of machinery. It reminded her of an old
basement heater, droning on and on as it worked overtime.
 
The door in front of them opened as they approached, sliding up with an
electronic whir and releasing a cool breeze that rustled the fur framing her
face. Frisk let Sans guide her inside the dark building, the after effects of
their travels wearing off quickly once she could take a crisp breath and feel
smooth tile beneath her feet instead of burning pebbles.
 
“S-sans...Where are we?” The human girl croaked out, clearing her throat and
squinting in the darkness.
 
“the hotland lab.” The skeleton answered shortly, releasing his hold once the
door closed behind them and moving further down the hall.
 
Frisk remembered Flowey telling her about this place, the area between
Waterfall and the main city. But how?Wherever they’d passed through, she hoped
they didn’t have to go back the same way. She’d rather walk back naked.
 
“What was that place? How did we get-” The irritated growl silenced and stopped
her in her tracks, the skeleton’s magic lighting only his skull as he rounded
on her.
 
“look kid. i’m letting this one slide, but ya talk outta turn again and i’ll
make good on my promise.”
 
Frisk nodded quickly and waited for him to turn back before following closer.
She still couldn’t see that well even with the red glow of San’s magic. It just
looked like a long windowless corridor. For a moment she thought she heard
hissing, like tv static, and the further they wandered in the louder it grew.
 
Eventually the hall opened into a larger room, paper and other bits of trash
and unidentifiable stains scattered across what little she could make out of
the floor. Mounted on the wall to their left was a series of screens formed
into one big monitor, only three of the individual screens crackling with a
flickering, snowy film.
 
Sans cast a threatening look over his shoulder, gesturing to the place she
stood with a single finger.
 
“do. not. leave. that. spot.”
 
He said nothing more and moved on, leaving her alone in the faint light of the
screens. The not-so-secret entrance he sought came into view, hissing open to
let him in as he tapped the panel on the wall. From there he could pick up on
the scent of chemicals, rot, old blood and new.
 
Sans hadn’t been down here in years, avoiding the lab all together if possible.
Too many unpleasant memories…
 
But Alphys was their only option right now. She knew more about human anatomy
than anyone else in the underground, regardless of how little that was. There
was no doubt she was already aware of Frisk. Sans knew all about the royal
scientist’s surveillance throughout their world, but Undyne had yet to come
busting their door down looking for the human. Meaning she hadn’t told anyone
yet, more than likely out of curiosity.
 
The Royal Scientist was incredibly loyal to the Captain of the Royal Guard, but
she wouldn’t even let that get in the way of an opportunity to further her
research, which gave them some security. Frisk was the first human that had
fallen in God knows how long. That made her invaluable to Alphys’s work.
 
Sans grumbled aloud to himself as his bones tapped across the floor, cursing
himself for forgetting his damn slippers. He could feel something, or several
somethings, staring at him from the shadows. Dozens of disembodied, misshapen
eyes peered out from the darkened doorways lining the hall.
 
Alphys had been busy…
 
Finally coming up to the lit room at the end of the corridor, Sans poked his
head in and spotted the lizard monster bustling about, poking and prodding at
some poor half-melted bastard strapped uselessly to the metal slab in front of
her. He rapped at the door frame twice. No response.
 
“yo doc!” He shouted, grinning at the sound of breaking glass followed by a
string of curses.
 
Alphys turned to glower at him, red eyes flashing behind her glasses as she
approached the unexpected visitor, her tattered lab coat dragging through the
spilled mixture and shards of glass. Sans wasn’t surprised by her appearance in
the least. The worn coat, stained clothes, and bloodshot eyes told him she’d
been working nonstop for at least a few days, which was pretty normal for her.
She was trying to live up to someone vastly superior after all.
 
“Th-that serum took me eight days to perfect Sans!” Alphys all but snarled, her
little clawed hands clenching as if she was about to haul off and hit him. She
knew better though.
 
“looked like ya needed the break anyways alph. i need your help with somethin’.
i think your gonna like it.”
 
“The work I'm doing is crucial to preparing for our return to the surface! W-
what could you possibly…have…th-that…”
 
Realization spread across her tired face, the pupils of her already beady eyes
dilating into pinpicks.
 
“You…you brought the..h-human with you??” Sans nodded and the lizard
practically squealed in excitement, bouncing in place and ringing her hands
together. “Oh my god, Sans! I c-can’t believe it! You actually brought them
here?! W-we’ll have to prep a room and start taking samples! Th-this is
incredible!”
 
“keep your pants on doc. i’m not givin’ the kid to ya.” Not a chance in hell…
“we uh…need your expertise though.”
 
Alphys’s disappointment faded quickly. It wasn’t exactly what she’d wanted, but
it was better than nothing. It had taken Sans weeks to bring the human around
and she wasn’t about to waste this chance. There was no way that Undyne or
Asgore would risk letting her keep the human, obviously Sans didn’t either, but
this way they would stay alive and she could run at least a few tests.
 
“S-sure! I…can still take some samples right??”
 
“psh…whatever you want as long as it don’t kill ‘em.”
 
“Oh no no no! N-nothing lethal! E-extremely painful and invasive maybe. But
nothing life threatening.”
 
Sans snickered and shook his head. He’d have to keep an eye socket open for
sure. Alphys was notorious for getting as much out of her work as possible
regardless of the subject’s comfort or condition. Probably why so many of her
projects ended up in a dust pan. But he figured this would give him more
leverage for the good doctor to keep her silence.
 
Plus whatever she had planned would take care of Frisk’s punishment on his end
for now.
 
.
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.
.
.
 
Upstairs Frisk was waiting, albeit impatiently. She had listened to Sans’s
footsteps as they faded, another door sliding open and shut in the darkness,
then silence. She hadn’t been afraid of the dark in a very long time. The quiet
didn’t bother her either, but combined with the chill of the room, even with
Sans’s jacket zipped, and her obviously vulnerable state, she couldn’t help but
feel paranoid. Especially when the shadows seemed to writhe at the edges of the
tv’s light.
 
If it wasn’t for that, she’d have moved from her designated tile just to spite
her ‘Master’, but she really didn’t need another reason for him to be mad. This
whole situation was stupid anyways. She was having an emergency and he was
throwing a fit because he was woken up, like a toddler from an interrupted nap.
What a freaking jerk!
 
Huffing in annoyance and stamping her bare foot, Frisk decided it would be
worth it. A small victory to prove she still had some control of her life. She
started to bend her knees and swing her arms, making a show out of her defiance
before taking her leap of faith. Her feet planted two tiles over, her toes
crossing over the line to a third.
 
Ha! Take that Sans!
 
Her celebration was short-lived though, the entire room suddenly visible under
a brilliant red light. Shrieking fearfully at the familiar hue, she scrambled
back to her tile, crouching and covering her face with the jackets hood. She
was about to start apologizing frantically, wincing as a shadow cast over her.
 
The…shape was off though, not even human-like. It almost looked like a box
was..swaying next to her??...
 
Pulling back the hood, she looked up at said ‘box’, finding it to be the size
of a refrigerator faced with a panel of small blank screens, mostly cracked,
and a row of gauges and dials across the bottom. It rolled side to side
methodically on a single leg (?), fitted with a wheel that seemed far to small
for the size of the load it bore.
 
It just…stood over her, shifting about on the tile she’d leapt to, only letting
of a soft mechanical buzz. Was it a monster of some kind? She tried calling out
to it, but received no answer. Licking her dried lips, she reached out
tentatively and touched the screen.
 
Her hand jerked back and she shut her eyes as a light overhead flashed,
brightening up the area where she crouched and temporarily blinding her.
Blinking the spots from her eyes, found herself in a spotlight, the circle
covering her and the ‘machine’ in front of her.
 
The screens came to life one by one, glowing red until the remaining blank
squares left the pattern of an X. Two sets of long, tube-like metal arms had
sprouted from the sides of the black box, the top pair ending in a pair of red,
sharp fingered gloves and the bottom in yellow. The needles on the gauges had
shifted, twitching slightly across the yellow faces along with the now erratic
humming.
 
Without warning, machine let out an obnoxious shriek of static, startling Frisk
into losing her balance. Her bare flesh hit cold tile and she tried to curl in
on herself, covering her ears against the sound. One of the hands moved slowly
to the front, pointed gloves fingers grasping the edge of a dial and twisting
it side to side until a voice crackled through, clear as day.
 
“Well hellooo, darling~!”
 
Frisk’s hands and jaw fell as her head tilted up to look at the now talking
machine, watching the screens alternate between red, black, and yellow in
sequence with its words. The swaying was more lively too, the arms undulating
as if it were dancing or to keep its balance.
 
“…H…hello? You can...talk?”
 
“But of course dear~!”
 
“Are…you a robot? Or a monster?”
 
One of the red gloves moved to the front over the bottom row of screens as it
‘laughed’ haughtily.
 
“OH HO HO HO~! Why, I suppose I’m both! And you must be the human Dr Alphys is
sooo excited about!”
 
Frisk smiled a bit at the confirmation and nodded. She’d taken a liking to sci-
fi and robots late into elementary school, having been seated next to a boy who
always brought his comic books and action figures to class. His favorite had
been a series about robots that turned into vehicles, aircrafts, and other
things. She never got around to pursuing a collection of her own, but she kept
a fondness for the genre ever since.
 
“I guess so…My name is Frisk.” Getting back onto her feet, the human extended
her hand in a polite gesture.
 
“Call me Mettaton, darling!” Two of four hands clasped her one, shaking it
vigorously. “The doctor will be so thrilled to have you here. I’ve been so
looking forward to meeting you as well!”
 
“I-it’s a pleasure to m-meet you too!” Frisk fought to keep herself stable,
feeling like her new acquaintance was about to shake her arm right off!
“But..h-how do you know ab-bout me?”
 
This robot’s excitability was quite contagious. She never expected to see
something like this down here. Then again, a world of monsters was the last
thing one should expect to find after falling into a hole in a mountain.
Mettaton finally stopped shaking her, the red gloved hands tucking behind its
back as the yellow pair flitted through the air, as if conducting music as its
swaying continued.
 
“Why, Dr Alphys knows everything that happens down here. As do I! In fact, I
was specifically designed for human…’interaction’…just in case another ever
came to visit again~!”
 
Frisk didn’t like how the robot’s tone changed so drastically, taking in its
cracked screens and the dents on its surface. If this machine was created here,
it could be just as aggressive as the other monsters. She decided to keep
smiling, tucking her fears away for now. Mettaton had given her no reason to be
afraid…yet.
 
“That’s incredible! We don’t really have anything like you where I come from.
Nothing outside of cartoons and comics anyways. You’re amazing!”
 
The robot seemed to shudder to a stop as if startled, the arms behind its back
tensing up and fidgeting. A few screens flickered with static. Mettaton was
trying comprehend her expression. Her smile was wide and bright, her eyes
shining with curiosity and something akin to adoration. He couldn’t understand
why, but he was…flattered. For all the bravado and perceived confidence, the
mechanical marvel was at a loss of how to handle such a genuine compliment.
 
He was programmed to eliminate humans on sight after all…
 
The red hands gripped the chain saw it held out of sight shakily. Carefully he
tucked the weapon back into the hidden compartment in his back before coming
forward, one to cup the edge of his front panel and the other to wave her off
bashfully.
 
“C-come now, darling…You don’t really mean that…”
 
Endeared by the humble response, Frisk’s smile widened.
 
“Are you kidding? You’re the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been living
with talking skeletons and a flower.”
 
Realistically if it wasn’t for the slave treatment, living with Sans and
Papyrus would be pretty amazing in itself. Maybe in another lifetime, they
could even have been friends.
 
Before long she was rattling off questions left and right, the red on
Mettaton’s screens glowing brighter and pulsating as though they were blushing.
Soon her queries became more encroaching, asking permission to touch the
screens and gauges, turning the dials and discovering with much delight that
the one on the left adjusted the pitch of their voice. She inspected each hand
and arm, testing the mobility and flexibility of each finger.
 
“So did Dr. Alphys build you?” The slight tip forward that resembled a nod made
her just a bit more comfortable with coming here. “Wow…They must be pretty
amazing themselves if they can create something this awesome.”
 
Mettaton intended to respond when the human suddenly ducked behind him. At
first he was concerned about the secret compartment, but then-
 
“Hey! What’s this for?” Frisk asked, running her fingers over the edge of the
big red switch in the center of its back.
 
“Oh Darling, no! Don-!”
 
CLICK!
 
.
.
.
 
“…D-did you just…flip my switch?”
Chapter End Notes
     Next time, The doctor is in.
      
      
     EDIT: I forgot to mention about Mettaton’s pronouns. I'm sure
     everyone gets it though, but in this Mettaton perceives himself as
     male while for now from Frisk's POV he's just a box without sexy bits
     to define a gender XD
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     {Time for a check up...}
     Warning!: This chapter will contain blood and intense abuse.
Chapter Notes
     First, I want to apologize for the delay @x@ I just had the hardest
     time with this chapter for whatever reason on top of the moving and
     unpacking and cleaning the new place up and adjusting to a new
     schedule and just...Uuuuugh...
     But its finally here and hopefully the next chapter won't take over a
     month to crank out XP
     Also, just in case anyone notices, I decided to correct Sans dialog.
     I hope I've made his accent obvious up to this point because I'm not
     using 'ya' anymore or spell check will drive me insane XD
     Thank you everyone who left comments and kudos and the sweethearts
     that were kind enough to check up on me <3 The support and concern is
     very much appreciated =3 Enjoy~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
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Frisk didn't know what she expected when her fingers pulled that switch to the
side. She knew she shouldn't have done it, but damn it she'd been so excited to
explore Mettaton's features that she didn't think twice about the
repercussions...again. Flowey was right. Her curiosity was going to get her
killed one of these days.
 
"M-mettaton??" The teen called out from the floor, coughing heavily while
fanning at the smoke that had burst from the robot’s body, knocking her back to
the floor and smothering her senses.
 
No answer. Great. It was probably a self-destruct mechanism or something. The
doctor was going to be pissed, maybe even try to kill her...if Sans didn’t get
to her first.
 
As the smoke finally started to clear, her eyes began to make out a faint
humanoid shape...And by humanoid she meant however human someone who towered
over her by two, possibly three feet with four arms could be. Was it the
doctor? Another invention perhaps? More features and colors slowly became
visible.
 
Long, shiny black legs spread in an obnoxiously wide stance ended in just as
shiny red, knee high stilettos. The cinched waist seemed transparent at first,
apparently made of a glass tube that housed a pulsating heart-shape. A soul?
The torso both sets of arms sprouted from sported a single knob and what she
could only assume was a speaker, the shoulders jutting out at sharp angles that
reminded her of Papyrus's armor a little. And atop those pointed shoulders,
fixed in one side of a face she swore she'd seen on some famous actor with
perfectly coiffed black hair shielding the other half, glowed two bright yellow
eyes, one below the other.
 
Dark red, almost black lips split into a wide, fanged grin that almost divided
the strange person’s head, their teeth flickering like a florescent lightbulb
as they parted. Realization struck her just in time for her to take a deep
breath before the room echoed with an enthusiastic, albeit sultry exclamation.
 
“OOOOH YEE-“
 
“-my GOD!” Her own excited cry cut them off. “You…You can transform?!”
 
Mettaton stared at her incredulously, thin metal brows arched high and colored
lips pursed as a hand pressed over the chest speaker in a gesture of shock and
possibly offense at the interruption. The human girl’s eyes were practically
sparkling, so full of wonder as she took in the new body. Once again, the
automaton was…at a loss.
 
“W-why y…Ahem!” Clearing his throat Mettaton reapplied his grin, two hands
fixing to his canted hips while another flipped a lock of hair from the
uncovered half of his face. “Why yes, darling~! What did you think I was going
to do? Blow up~?”
 
“Y..yeah actually..” Frisk squinted and giggled bashfully, clasping her hands
behind her back and shrugging her shoulders up. “I’m really sorry about that. I
should’ve asked before I started touching anything…You’re just so cool, I
couldn’t resist. I hope I didn’t offend you…”
 
The faint glow around the hovering soul in Mettaton’s abdomen rippled, the
hands not on his hips linked and pressed over his chest as he sagged a bit.
Yellow eyes flickered and thin brows softened into an expression of adoration.
Inside he felt like his soul was going to burst into tiny pieces, completely
enraptured by this sweet little human.
 
“Oh Frisk…” He sighed wistfully, extending a hand for her to take. “You’ve done
nothing of the sort, dear. Aside from test runs, I’ve yet to really use this
new body Dr Alphys created and I haven’t had the chance to show it off for
anyone. I’m so glad I was able to debut it for someone who appreciates it
beauty~!”
 
Smiling brightly Frisk was just about the reach out and take Mettaton’s hand
when a cold sensation suddenly prickled in her chest, leaving her feeling
weighed down and constricted. ‘Oh no…’ Her face contorted into an expression of
pure dread, shocking the android in front of her.
 
“Frisk?” He called out to her in concern, stepping forward and waving his hand
in front of her face when she didn’t seem to acknowledge him. “Oh dear. Are you
feeling alright, darling?”
 
Her lips parted to answer, bare knees shaking below the hem of the jacket and
trembling hands clutching at her aching chest. Before a word could even be
uttered she was jerked back into the darkness of the room, the air leaving her
lungs and her heels skidding along the floor as her body was pulled by an
unseen force. Hard-boned fingers stopped her flight, grasping harshly at the
nape of her neck and digging into the tender flesh. Hot and oddly moist breath
puffed against the back of her ear, rustling the hair curled against her cheek
and pulling an anxious whimper from her throat. She could practically feel the
angry glow of magic against the back of her head.
 
“wow kid…you really don’t know how ta listen, huh?” Sans hissed in her ear,
releasing her physically only to force her to the floor with his power.
 
The pressure was almost unbearable. She couldn’t move, could barely even
breathe as she stared up at the illuminated skull that appeared to float in the
darkness. A pained sound escaped her strained throat, feeling the protest of a
weakened rib.
 
“i mean what was so fuckin’ hard about stayin’ put in one fuckin’ place, hm?
startin’ to think you might just be plain stupid, kid.”
 
“W-we could always r-run an IQ test.” A new, eager voice stammered out the
offer. “O-or I could study her brain directly! I’ll put it right back! I-
I promise!”
 
Seconds later the room was flooded with bright light, causing Frisk to whine
softly and clench her eyes shut, wishing she could cover her face. More warm
breath touched her face, smelling of something like instant noodles (possibly
shrimp flavored?) instead of mustard and tobacco. When she finally opened her
eyes again and blinked away the spots in her vision, Frisk saw she was face to
face with some yellow, reptilian creature, bright red eyes peering
inquisitively through thick-lensed, round-framed glasses that magnified their
size.
 
Sans was just visible over their shoulder, his dark expression betraying the
heinous smirk.
 
“don’t think so doc. pretty sure humans need that ta stay inside at all times,
right?”
 
Said doctor gave a groan of disappointment, lips twisting into a pout as she
stood upright, but still hunched.
 
“Can’t blame me for trying.” Sharp, wide-gaped teeth grinned mischievously at
the skeleton before her head swiveled towards the robot across the room,
transforming into a look of disapproval. “Mettaton! What are you doing in EX
form?!”
 
“W-well!” All four hands shot up into a defensive gesture and Frisk could
clearly hear the nervousness crackling in his voice. “I heard Sans and the
human come in! So, being a gracious host I decided to introduce myself and keep
Frisk company!”
 
The glass set in Alphys’s frames caught the glare of the overhead lights,
hiding her eyes from her creation. She moved forward, stepping awkwardly over
the girl pinned to the floor and dragging the damp hem of her sullied lab coat
over her bare legs, earning a disgusted whimper that was quickly silenced by
more pressure.
 
“A gracious ‘host’, huh?” The royal scientist scoffed, hands tucking into her
pockets as she came to a stop in front of the automaton almost twice her size.
“That’s funny, because…I don’t recall creating any code for something like that
in your programming. Tell me Mettaton. What is the protocol for encountering a
human in the underground?”
 
Two sets of hands fidgeted anxiously, their owner’s eyes flicking up from his
creator to the girl who watched helplessly a few yards away. It shouldn’t hurt
the way it did, to look at her and feel like he was about to betray her. The
human had been so polite, friendly, and even fearless in his presence. Nothing
like the ones that came before.
 
“Well? I’m waiting, Mettaton.”
 
“…P…protocol for human interaction is as follows: The subject is to be secured
and brought to the lab for testing before harvesting the soul.”
 
“Good.” Alphys nodded in approval. “Now what do you do in the case that the
human resists capture? You know this too, right? You’ve never had trouble
following procedure before, have you?”
 
Metatton continued fidgeting anxiously, oddly self-conscious as the two
monsters stared him down.
 
“……I-if the subject r-resists…d-deadly force is-“
 
“Please stop!” Three pairs of eyes turned to Frisk at her strained cry, a
single red orb flaring as its pupil narrowed until it was a barely visible
point. “He..he gets it okay?....But it wasn’t his fault. I-I’m the one who made
him change. I d-distracted him…S-so please…don’t punish h-him…”
 
If the robot could shed tears, he’d be wailing hysterically at Frisk’s show of
compassion. Alphys on the other hand seemed highly interested, trying to
process the effect the human had on the machine specifically designed to kill
her kind. There was something about her that had even swayed the notoriously
cruel skeleton brothers and the doctor was curious as to what it could be. Did
she have some sort of manipulative magic? Some form of hypnosis perhaps?
 
Or maybe it had something to do with her Determination…
 
Clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, Alphys turned her back to
Metatton and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her snout. She would deal with
him later.
 
“V-very well..” She began, her stutter returning as she changed focus to the
human again. A quick look and a nod to the skeleton had the power bearing down
on her dissipating along with a pained gasp. “So Sans had told me about your l-
little predicament. S-something about bleeding? If that’s the case then let’s
get you down to the lab. Metatton! Revert back and bring all my books on human
anatomy to exam room two!”
 
Watching the robot skitter off, transforming along the way, Sans allowed Frisk
the few extra moments to catch her breath and stand on trembling legs. Despite
being silent, she could see that he was positively livid, the magic radiating
within his socket highlighting some hairline cracks in his skull that she
hadn’t noticed before. If she didn’t die today she was certain Sans was going
to make her wish that she had.
 
The intense glare was more than enough to get her moving as Alphys shuffled
passed them to the open doorway that led to her lab. The pungent, stale air was
enough to turn her stomach. She swore she could hear faint growling and pained
wails coming from the ominous passage, almost bringing herself to a stop if not
for the irate skeleton following close behind her.
 
Whatever the purpose of this place, she was certain that good things were not
to be found…
 
Arriving at the ‘exam room’, Frisk had expected something maybe like a doctor’s
office. A stiff, shiny mattress with a paper sheet over it that would crinkle
annoyingly beneath her. A sink and a box of gloves. Stethoscopes or blood
pressure monitors on the wall. Maybe even a poster with something advertising
good health.
 
Alas, what greeted her was something out of a horror movie. The walls were
covered in deep gouges (possibly claw marks) and muted stains she didn’t care
to identify. The tiles on the floor were also filthy, some shattered or missing
completely. Along the wall hung a plethora of vicious looking tools that
appeared more like instruments of torture than medical supplies. Beneath them
sat a wide counter top, covered in paperwork and used tools, separated by a
troth-like sink that was rusted and dented from use. Tall cabinets covered the
opposite wall, filled with marked jars of various colored fluids, bottles, and
books she couldn’t make out the titles of. And in the center, a metal chair was
planted on a vertical bar, the back reclined slightly with a raised foot rest.
 
The whole thing reminded her of a nightmare she’d had about going to the
dentist, distracting her with its haunting image as the two monsters conversed.
Looking closer, she saw the worn restraints on the arms and shuddered. They
weren’t going to strap her into this thing, were they??
 
“alright kid. fork it over.”
 
The gruff order snapped her out of it and made her turn towards Sans, his boned
hand out stretched and phalanges flexing in a gesture that he wanted something
from her. She stared confused for a few moments, looking up at the malicious
sneer on his face and wondering what he could possibly……Oh.
 
Sans’s grin only spread, nearly splitting his skull in two at the horrified
look of realization on Frisk’s face. The glow of his single eye flared as her
trembling hands clutched the front of his hoody and she stepped back, obviously
refusing.
 
“look. you got two options here. take it off yourself and do as the good doc
says or i take it off you myself and make you regret ignorin’ an order…what’s
it gonna be kid?”
 
Swallowing hard under the commanding gaze, Frisk slowly reached for the zipper
of the oversized hoody, the only thing shielding her from the chill of the room
and the scrutinizing stare of the two monsters. The scientist was nearly
bouncing on her toes, obviously excited to have a human to study. As long as it
helped her deal with her predicament, Frisk would endure.
 
But the way Sans was staring her down was unnerving to say the least. Hatred,
annoyance, maliciousness, and sometimes amusement were all things she came to
expect from him. But coupled with the thin saliva coating the grinning,
grinding fangs, Frisk decided that she disliked this look more than anything,
mostly because she didn’t understand its meaning and couldn’t prepare herself
for whatever Sans intended..
 
It was the same face he’d showed before they left the house, that hungry
looking sneer that made him seem like he was preparing the eat her whole. The
more she stared back the more self-conscious she became, her fingers trembling
as she fidgeted with the small piece of metal that allowed the hoody to keep
her body somewhat warm and hidden.
 
“don’t make me start countin’…”
 
Taking a sharp breath and holding it in, Frisk dragged the zipper down, the
metallic clicking of metal on metal making her stomach turn. Her fingers met
the stop at the bottom faster than she’d hoped, both sides parting and causing
the weight of the oversized coat to slip off her right shoulder. She reached up
to catch it, but Sans’s fingers snagged her wrist first, jerking her forward
while grabbing the hoody.
 
“you’re takin’ too fuckin’ long…”
 
Frisk kept her gaze focused on his worn t-shirt, still curious as to how his
magic made it look…full? A shudder past through her at the heated breath that
rustled her hair as she was stripped completely. She wanted more than anything
to just jerk her arm free and shield her exposed body as much as her thin arms
could, thinking better of it to avoid angering the skeleton more. Instead of
releasing her right away, he draped his jacket over his shoulder then grasped
her chin, forcing her eyes up to his smug face that had leaned in closer.
 
“now listen good, kid…i’m lettin’ you get away with a lot of shit today. so
here’s the deal.” The bones clutching her chin turned her face towards Alphys.
“the doc here is gonna have her bot fill you in on all the info she’s got about
your lil’…problem. in return you’re gonna answer any questions she has and do
whateva she tells you. no strugglin’ or any funny shit. she’ll know if your
lyin’…some of the things she’s gonna do are gonna hurt like hell. so you can
scream and you can cry…but you’re gonna deal with it. understand?”
 
A fearful whimper was her only response when her head was wrenched back towards
Sans, who’s expression had softened eerily.
 
“consider this your punishment and we’ll be square. we’ll go home, you’ll clean
up the mess you and the weed made, maybe we’ll fill your belly, and we’ll go
sleep this whole thing off. ‘kay?” His voice was practically a pur, terrifying
her even more as he manipulated her head into a nod until she did so on her
own.
 
“good. now go have a seat. imma be watchin’ from right over there.” The hand on
her chin slid away to point at a chair by the doorway. The only exit. “gotta
keep an eye socket out for you just in case the doc goes a little…overboard.”
 
He patted her cheek before releasing her wrist to pull his jacket back on,
shaking out the hood over his shoulders. The magic in his left socket
dissipated until the light returned to the right side, both shrinking
considerably as he took in the human’s terrified expression. Fuck, she looked
about ready to piss herself and he was loving it!
 
“pop a squat, kid…before I change my mind about your punishment.” The
threatening growl tapered off into a chuckle as he watched Frisk scurry off to
the examination chair, trying uselessly to cover herself.
 
The chair positioned by the doorway creaked under his weight as he dropped
down, the rusted feet scraping across the tile floor. Stretching his legs out
in front of him and crossing his ankles, Sans wiggled his bare boney toes and
once more cursed himself for forgetting some damned shoes. He glanced up at the
‘whoosh’ of the door beside him, keeping a close eye on Mettaton as he wheeled
in with a short stack of books. It seemed like the human had worked her magic
on Alphys’s pet project too; A monster soul infused with a body built for the
express purpose of killing humans.
 
If given the chance she just might sway the entire underground. The thought
made him smirk at the sheer absurdity of it. The idea that this small, scrawny,
annoying, weak, soft…brave…sweet-smelling…
 
The skeleton snorted derisively and rubbed his sleeve across his teeth, wiping
away the drool that started to gather. He hadn’t been thinking clearly today,
still tired and grouchy as fuck. Every time he looked at the human he became
even more irritated. Magic would spark through his joints and skull and leak
between his teeth. His soul would shudder and clench within his ribcage in what
he could only describe as ‘hunger’, which made no fucking sense to him. And
today just felt so much worse…
 
The blame could be placed on bloodlust he supposed. While not as intense as
Papyrus who actively sought out competition, Sans did take pleasure in beating
those who pissed him off into a bloody smear for the dust to soak into. He
liked how it looked streaked across the white of his bones and dried between
the digits of his fingers. Every time the sharp tips scratched open the kid’s
skin or when a well aimed back-hand caused a split lip, he couldn’t help but
admire the way the red droplets would bead up and slide down, enticing him to
taste out of curiosity. Yet he resisted each time. It made him think of his own
crimson magic and for whatever reason it disturbed as much as it excited him.
 
Even now as he watched from a distance, observing the dried blood cracking and
flaking from her twitching legs as she shifted uncomfortably, he couldn’t deny
his eagerness to see fresh tracks. Then there was the unexpected disappointment
at seeing it be wiped away, soaked up by a dampened cloth offered to her by the
robot. Growling softly, Sans sunk further down as he flipped his hood up over
his skull and crossed his arms, ignoring the lingering scent of his pet human
wafting from the furred lining.
 
The examination started out simple enough, Alphys pulling on a pair of gloves
and scribbling away on some papers while Frisk answered various questions about
herself. Mettaton was taking measurements and scanning her with a green light,
his spare hands speedily flipping through the obviously well-read books on
human biology. She was sixteen years old, five feet and two inches tall, just
barely over a hundred pounds which meant she was underweight. This surprised
him considering how much thinner she’d been when they first met. All
appendages, digits, organs, and teeth were accounted for and as far as she
knew, she had no diseases.
 
That she could recall, the only person in her immediate family who developed
anything life threatening had been her mother. Something called ‘leukemia’
which while, according to one book couldn’t be passed down through family, was
a miserable damn thing to experience and had an incredibly high mortality rate.
 
Frisk didn’t seem willing to discuss it any further than that, so she was
instructed to sit in the chair. At first she resisted, but one sharp look from
Sans had her seated quietly. While Alphys continued taking notes and organizing
sample jars, she ordered Mettaton to search the books until he located any
passages regarding female bleeding. When he found a page in the section on
human reproduction, he read aloud.
 
“Menstruation, also known as a period or monthly, is the regular discharge of
blood and mucosal tissue from the inner lining of the uterus through the
vagina.”
 
Frisk immediately turned bright red, staring up at the ceiling while Alphys
took tongue, cheek, and tonsil scrapings, almost causing her to gag. God this
was humiliating…And poor Mettaton for having to say it.
 
“The first period usually begins between twelve and fifteen years of age, a
point in time known as ‘menarche’. However, periods may occasionally start as
young as eight years old and still be considered normal. The typical length of
time between the first day of one period and the first day of the next is
twenty-two to forty-five days in young women, and twenty-one to thirty-one days
in adults, an average of twenty-eight days. Bleeding usually lasts around two
to seven days.”
 
Her head shot up as she looked at Mettaton incredulously, wincing when Alphys
plucked a few hairs from her head.
 
“Seven-...This is going to happen every month? For a week? Why??”
 
“For breeding purposes, if I recall. Sounds a t-typical monster heat cycle.”
Alphys murmured, adjusting the chair to lean back and raising the foot rest so
that Frisk lay flat. “We usually don’t s-start that until we’re almost fully g-
grown. It sounds like humans can begin reproducing when you’re still considered
ch-children…Interesting.”
 
Maybe to Alphys it was interesting, but the subject made the human girl uneasy,
even more so when her legs were suddenly moved against her will and spread
wide. She tried to snap her knees shut, but Mettaton’s reluctant grip stayed
firm.
 
“Please forgive me, dear…” His voice crackled through his speaker solemnly.
 
She wanted to struggle, but the harsh glare the doctor cast her from the
opposite end of the converted table made her freeze and close her eyes tightly.
Sans had remained silent, obviously not interested in stopping whatever was
about to happen. Her hips jumped at the initial touch of gloved claws tugging
at her skin, but she forced herself to relax as best she could.
 
“I…Its okay..” She finally whispered back to Mettaton, grasping at one of his
tubular arms. “P..please continue.”
 
Anything to distract her from…this.
 
Giving the closest he could to a nod he carried on, trying not to sound as
uncomfortable as Frisk obviously looked while reciting a paragraph explaining
the symptoms prior to the bleeding. Now she understood the stomach pains,
thankful that it wasn’t the symptom of something worse. As it turned out, her
low body weight over the years had caused a condition that delayed her cycle
past its expected time, which was why it hadn’t shown up until now. Perfect
timing, body…
 
“The menstrual cycle occurs due to the rise and fall of hormones. This cycle
results in the thickening of the lining of the uterus, and the growth of an
egg, which is required for pregnancy. The egg is released from an ovary around
day fourteen in the cycle; the thickened lining of the uterus provides
nutrients to an embryo after implantation. If pregnancy does not occur, the
lining is released in what is known as menstruation.”
 
“…humans lay eggs??” Sans sputtered from across the room, causing Frisk to jump
while he was unable to keep himself from laughing hysterically.
 
“Not that kind of egg, S-sans.” The doctor rolled her eyes, leaning back from
between the human’s thighs with a few fragments of tissue in a petri dish and a
small jar of soaked cotton balls in hand. “It’s a microscopic cell inside the
female that gets fertilized by the m-male and is gestated for up to forty weeks
human time.”
 
The doctor returned to her notes and began categorizing her samples for later,
nodding to Mettaton to return the table to its original position as she stepped
away to collect new containers and tools. What she brought back with her made
Frisk’s stomach drop.
 
“wait so…its just the females that carry offspring? not both?” He sat upright
with his elbows on his knees, ignoring the human’s apprehension for his own
interest.
 
Frisk was about to ask what the needles, vials, tubing, and the less than
pleasant looking tools were for, but she was cut off by Alphys’s response. She
was about to get out of the chair when Mettaton’s gloved hands gently pressed
on her shoulders, his body rotating side to side in what she assumed was a
gesture of shaking his head.
 
“That’s human biology for you.” Alphys snickered then gave Frisk a warning look
as she took a strip of tubing and tied it around her upper arm. “They’re
primarily o-organic beings. Much more complicated than flowers or trees.”
 
The teen watch anxiously as the veins in her thin arm started to swell
slightly, blue lines puffing up just beneath the skin. Then she saw the needle
attached to another line of tubing come into view. She’d never reacted well to
needles. Vaccinations as a child had been an ordeal, then having to witness mom
constantly having blood drawn made her fears increase tenfold. Her struggling
didn’t last long before the hesitant automaton was ordered to put her wrists in
the straps and hold her in place. She cried out at the not so delicate poke and
piercing of flesh, closing her eyes tightly as the needle hit a vein and her
blood rushed through the piping and began filling the vials.
 
‘Don’tlookdon’tlookdontlook!’
 
Alphys and Sans continued discussing human anatomy and reproduction, but Frisk
wasn’t processing any of it. Every second the needle stayed in her arm the
weaker she felt and before long she was on the verge of passing out. She didn’t
even realize the needle had been removed until something was pressed against
her lips and the smell of…chocolate?...filled her nose. Hazy eyes fluttering
open, she came face to face with Mettaton’s screens and a red gloved hand
holding what appeared to be a small doughnut up to her mouth.
 
“Here, darling…This will make you all better.” He cooed softly, another hand
stroking her hair in encouragement.
 
How could a-…Oh…Monster food. Right.
 
At the first magic-infused bite, she was able to sit upright on her own, not
caring about the questionable crunch mixed in with the cakey texture as she
finished the rest of the doughnut. Glancing over she caught sight of nearly a
dozen small vials of her blood and would’ve retched had the magic food not
already begun to absorb into her system. At least her arm was bandaged. Now if
only they would unbind her. Or at the very least, cover her with something. Her
modesty had taken a back seat to fear for a now, but she was still cold.
 
“A…are we done yet?” Tired eyes looked up at the scientist’s shining lenses
then to Sans’s nearly empty sockets. “C…can we go…home now?”
 
“That’s all the samples I need for now.” Alphys answered while staring firmly
up at her fidgeting creation, nodding her head towards the door. “All that’s
left is some reflex tests and you’re free to go.”
 
Frisk saw that Mettaton was very reluctant to leave, one hand still on her head
and the other grasping the small human one beside him. Even without his
humanoid appearance his anxiety was evident in the way his screens flickered
frantically and how his free hands clenched. The lizard addressed him sharply
once more and eventually he let go, turning away and wheeling out of the room
past the skeleton who’d stood from his seat.
 
Oh god…What was about to happen to her?..
 
As soon as Mettaton was gone and the door shut behind him, Alphys pulled off
her gloves and threw them aside, reaching for one of the tools then setting it
down. Both yellow scaled hands came together, claws clicking against themselves
as she pondered where to begin. Sans had moved closer, hood still up and hands
in his pockets as he watched them closely. He wouldn’t let the doctor hurt her
too much…right?
 
“S-so…Reflex test huh?” Frisk tried to laugh, unable to mask her worry.
“Like…tapping me on the knee with a little mallet? That sort of thing?”
 
“Well, there is that.” Alphys hummed almost cheerfully, picking up said tool
and twirling it in her fingers.
 
To the girl’s relief she used it as intended, giving a little tap on each knee
and commenting as her legs twitched in response. The reprieve was short lived
unfortunately, as she felt a familiar tightening in her chest followed by what
she’d been only able to describe as a ‘ripping’ sensation. She couldn’t even
scream as her soul was pulled from her body and left hovering before her, a
shimmering, red heart-shape that bobbed softly and twirled in place.
 
The last time she’d seen it was during her first confrontation with Papyrus. At
the time and beforehand, she was unable to take in its appearance, still
processing that such a thing existed inside her and could be removed as easily
as the skeletons and Toriel had done. Flowey had protected her most of the way,
keeping the lesser monsters of the ruins at bay and her soul safely tucked
away. Now as she sat helpless and strapped in, no battle ensuing and no Flowey
to safeguard her, Frisk was able to see the traces of magic that swirled inside
it like glitter in a snow globe. She briefly wondered what it would do if
shaken.
 
As she looked upon her soul, she barely acknowledged the light tapping along
her forearm until a piercing pain shot through it. Shrieking and tearing her
gaze away, she looked down at the scalpel sticking out of her arm, blood
already seeping around the blade. Her fingers twitched then clenched as she
looked up at the lizard monster’s captivated gaze.
 
“Hah!…Wh-what a-are y-“
 
“Huh…S-so the soul really isn’t affected by physical damage. Extraordinary.”
Taking hold of the scalpel once more Alphys pulled it slowly, dragging the
blade across the flesh about an inch and extracting more screams from the
human. “It does make sense with their bodies being organic and not magical m-
manifestations like us. The corpses from the souls Asgore already has have l-
long since decayed. Only the bones remain. Isn’t that interesting, Sans?”
 
Alphys didn’t wait for a response, taking more knives of varying sizes and
blade types to test on the girl’s flesh. She obviously reveled in her work, her
gap fanged grin widening with each cut and cry. But she grew bored quickly,
switching to testing the strength and flexibility of Frisk’s bones and joints.
Starting with her fingers. Each pop and snap, follow by shrieking pleas for
mercy, made Sans shudder in a not so unpleasant way. The buzzing was getting
louder and he was finally starting to recognize its tone. Although knowing she
wasn’t doing it intentionally didn’t help his body’s natural response.
 
“So her bones are not as strong as yours or your brother’s.” The doctor
murmured more so to herself as she jotted down more notes, despite addressing
the skeleton behind her. “I can’t say I’m too surprised though. While human’s
have s-strong magic in their souls, their bodies are frail. Easily b-broken.
Like dropping glass on stone.”
 
Satisfied with her scribbling, Alphys pulled the various knives free and tossed
them onto the tray carelessly with the other used tools, ignoring more ragged
cries. Sans watched as she lifted a glass of sea tea and held it up to his
human’s whimpering mouth. He snarled when she refused it, taking in her
pleading gaze and tear streaked face that reflected the bright red glow of her
soul. Sans almost growled again as her quivering lips parted, his magic
thrumming even louder.
 
Shortly after the liquid was swallowed, the broken bones, dislocated joints,
and bleeding wounds began to heal quickly, only leaving behind some barely
visible scars and the already drying blood. Frisk was slumped as far as her
bound wrists would allow, her limbs shaking under the stress as fresh tears
rolled down to her jaw line. Yet her soul remained undisturbed aside from the
increased intensity of its light. She prayed that this would be the end of it.
She just wanted to go back to the house in Snowden, see Flowey, and sleep this
whole ordeal away.
 
After a bit of silence Frisk started to drift off, but then her body lit up
with a different kind of sensation. One that sent ripples of warmth from the
pit of her stomach and radiated out towards her extremities. It wasn’t painful,
but she was weary, cautiously following Alphys’s hand each time she prodded her
soul with a fresh-gloved fingers. The surface rippled slightly at the light
touches, its glow gradually lessening to its previous state.
 
“A-as expected, the soul doesn’t appear to have taken d-damaged after extended
physical trauma.” The red-eyed lizard mumbled to no one in particular as she
took more notes. “The only apparent effect would be a t-temporary increase in
luminescence. Perhaps a reaction triggered by the human’s inherent
Determination? I-I’ll need to run more tests. Possibly with the DT extractor?”
 
Alphys looked to Sans for approval, eager to continue gathering information.
Instead she found his expression somewhat vacant, the red glow of his eyes
barely visible as they had shrunken to pinpricks nearly hidden within the depth
of his sockets. His fists were shoved deep into his pockets and his right foot
clenched and unclenched his toes against the tile with a soft clicking of bone.
The skeleton’s body language practically screamed out his anxiety, a few red
droplets of magic-infused sweat beading at his brow.
 
“…nah.” He finally answered, stepping forward and reaching out to unbuckle
Frisk’s restraints. “that’s enough for today doc.”
 
The mention of the machine designed for experimenting on human Determination
brought with it the memory of its original creator and the first time Sans had
witnessed the contraption in action. There was no way in hell he was letting
his pet near that thing.
 
“so what’s the verdict on this bleedin’ problem huh? can you stop it or
somethin’?”
 
“Unfortunately n-no. It’s an inevitable function that her body has to e-
experience. I suppose I could put something together to at least help with…c-
cleanliness.” Dejectedly returning the girl’s soul to her body, Alphys pulled
off her gloves and excused herself without another word, leaving the pair
alone.
 
Sans watched the doorway and waited until he was sure she was out of earshot
before looking down at Frisk who had slid down more without the straps keeping
her in place. She was still shaking slightly with each tired breath, her tears
dried over her flushed cheeks. Her lids were heavy over her glassy eyes,
distant even, and for a moment he wondered if she was still conscious. Looking
over her bloody, splayed limbs hanging from the chair, he stepped aside to the
wide sink, returning shortly with a dampened cloth.
 
Frisk flinched at first as he took her hand then again when the warm wetness
touched her cooled skin. Her head rolled to the side, bleary eyes trying to
focus on his movements as he cleaned her. The tip of her pink tongue darted out
to brush over her dried lips and her throat cleared with some difficulty.
 
“S…Sa…ns…” Her croaking voice made his soul clench unhappily.
 
“yeah, kid?” He responded while holding out the tea Alphys had left, shifting
around to start on her other arm after she took it from him.
 
“Nh…Are..” Frisk cough quietly and cleared her throat again, becoming a bit
more lively with every sip. “..Are we going home soon?”
 
“yeah, pet…the docs puttin’ somethin’ together for you then we’ll go.”
 
Sans choose to ignore that she had reached out for him when he stepped away to
rinse the cloth. When he turned back she was pulling herself to sit up, still
trembling but not as badly. It was something akin to pride he felt, watching
her support herself after such a painful experience. His tenacious little
human…
 
Deciding not to coddle her too much just yet, he extended his hand, offering
the cloth to her.
 
“you wanna get the rest?” He had to admit he was somewhat disappointed when she
nodded and took it from him, shoving his hands back into his pockets and pacing
about the room.
 
There were fresh bloodstains on the floor, spattering the tiles as it had
dripped from the chair and tray of tools. He should’ve found this satisfying as
the human was sufficiently punished, but he’d caused none of it and it left him
feeling…discontented. This was why Boss gave him so much shit about her care.
Regardless of the circumstance or who she offended, it was still up to him to
discipline his pet and here he was pawning her off on someone else.
 
…Maybe Paps was right…
 
Figuring this was as clean as she could get without a shower, Frisk folded the
cloth and set it aside, bringing her knees up to her chest and hugging them
tightly. Sans was being quiet and it made her nervous. It had become customary
that after she was punished he would feed, pet, and speak soft and kindly to
her. Was it because they were away from the house? He probably had to save face
in front of other monsters. Any sign of weakness from him could put them both
in danger. He and Alphys had seemed friendly enough though, hadn’t they?
 
As if on cue, the lizard returned with Mettaton wheeling in behind her carrying
a small tote bag. The robot’s screens flickered, alternating colors until their
pattern displayed a question mark, as if he was afraid to ask the human
anything out loud. She responded with a sweet but exhausted smile, which seemed
to satisfy him as the screens shuffled once more back to solid yellow. He held
the bag out to his master and moved back as she stepped forward, reaching into
it. A folded black article landed on the foot rest in front of Frisk.
 
“S-something for you to wear on your way back. It doesn’t fit Undyne anymore
and she won’t miss it...I’ve packed some other things f-for you.” The doctor
dug through the bag, pulling out one of the books Mettaton had been reading.
“You can have this for now…But Asgore help you if I don’t get it back…”
 
Frisk nodded quickly, in the process of unfolding the piece of clothing. It was
a long, knit sweater, the length of which would bring it down to her knees for
sure. The sleeves were loose and the collar was wide enough that she wasn’t
certain it would stay on her shoulders. From the bottom opening a curious
square of red cloth fell into her lap. As she picked it up, the folds loosened
and revealed it to be a…pair of…lacey…panties.
 
She looked up at Sans first then immediately away as his glowing irises shrunk
into tiny specks again, her face heating with embarrassment.
 
“D-don’t worry. They’ve never been worn. Undyne doesn’t do…u-undergarments, but
hey…C-can’t blame me for trying.” Alphys snickered, her expression becoming
heated and distant for a moment before she resumed digging through the bag. “I
made some liners for them o-out of this super absorbent material. You won’t
even know its there and there enough to l-last you a while…since I’m assuming
you w-won’t be going anywhere anytime soon…Right, Sans?”
 
The skeleton in question merely grunted, his focus switching to some random
point in the room nowhere near his blushing pet.
 
“S-sans gave me the number to the phone he lent you, so I’ll b-be checking in
frequently.” Setting the bag on the counter, the royal scientist tucked her
arms behind her and gave Frisk a last unnerving grin. “Do come back if anything
happens. I’d be more than happy to help out. Say ‘goodbye’, Mettaton.”
 
The automaton watched his master shuffle away then reached out with all four
hands to clutch at the girl’s drastically smaller ones.
 
“It…has been a tremendous pleasure making your acquaintance, dear Frisk…Do keep
in touch, darling.”
 
Frisk waved as Mettaton followed after Alphys, leaving her and Sans alone
again. Giving a glance towards him, she almost sighed to see he wasn’t staring
at her anymore. Carefully she descended from the chair, her legs, hips, and
lower back aching from being seated for so long. As predicted, the black
sweater came well past her hips, stopping just above the knees. She stared at
the underwear uneasily, wondering if they were even going to fit.
 
Strangely enough they did. After another quick look to make sure she still had
some sense of privacy, she grabbed one of the ‘liners' from the bag. She turned
it about, observing it from all sides. It just looked like a long thin,
flexible piece of…foam?...Nothing like the thick puffy things she found in her
sister's room once. Stuffing it into place, she found that Alphys was right
about barely noticing it at all.
 
Tugging the sweater back down to cover the underwear and fiddling with the
collar that hung loose about her shoulders, she turned to find Sans standing
directly behind her, staring intently with tiny red lights. She gasped and
backed up against the counter, wincing as the edge dug in.
 
“ready kid?” He looked and sounded very annoyed, even as sharpened digits
extended towards her with his palm turned up in offering.
 
Frisk cast it a nervous look before clasping the bones with her smaller hand
and nodding. Her bare feet stumbled as he tugged her along towards the doorway
and apprehension gripped her, not wanting to return to that place. She took a
deep breath and held it just before her foot passed over the threshold, almost
losing it at the cold pressure baring down on her. Again after several moments
it was gone and she was just left cold and weary, teeth chattering as she found
herself ankle deep in biting snow.
 
Looking up finally, she saw the familiar door to the place she’d come to call
home since her fall and released her breath with a slight smile. She didn’t
look forward to having to clean up in there, especially since the dimness of
the lights in the underground ceiling told her Papyrus would most likely be
home. He was bound to be angry at the state of the place, but as long as they
were away from the lab, she would handle it.
 
The girl was about to step towards the door, but Sans’s firm grip stopped her.
She looked back at him, worry sinking her stomach like a stone at the panicked
look across the front of his skull. He was staring at the door, specifically
the door knob. She followed his gaze and bristled at what she hadn’t noticed
before.
 
A length of golden chain draped over the knob, ending in a loop of leather. A
leash.
 
She felt the bones in her grasp begin to tremble and her nervousness quickly
devolved into terror.
 
…What waited for them behind that door?
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Chapter End Notes
      
     Ooooh my god I'm a terrible person...Sorry Frisk @x@'''
     But I'm so excited to get started chapter 5...Can't wait to work Paps
     into this mess XP
     Once again, thank you everyone for sticking around <3
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     Next time, the Boss takes care of business...
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Summary
     {See how a proper pet behaves...}
Chapter Notes
     Wow I got this out in two weeks! I was really looking forward to
     getting Papyrus in here and now its done and now I'm happy <3
     Finding the right music definitely helped me crank this one out,
     'Icon of Dominance' and several other songs by Lordi being my biggest
     motivators.
     I'm honestly happy with this chapter, but I'm really hoping the
     relationship dynamic doesn't get too convoluted from here on...
     Also if anyone could tell me how I can get my notes from chapter one
     to stop showing up at the bottom of EVERY chapter I'd appreciate it
     @~@
     Thanks everyone for reading and especially to everyone who commented
     and kudo'd! Enjoy!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Fear was a new look to see on Sans, at least from Frisk’s point of view. The
way his sockets seemed to expand and how his pupils practically disappeared
within the blackness of them left the girl feeling more than a little anxious.
She feared the skeleton for his cruelty. Imagining whatever had the bones of
the hand grasping hers rattling like this was making her stomach twist and
tighten until she was almost nauseous.
 
“S…Sans?” She managed to squeak out in a soft voice, startling him out of his
terrified trance.
 
Her breath hitched as his head twisted suddenly and his red orbs expanded,
droplets of crimson sweat flinging from his ivory forehead. The skeleton’s eyes
twitched about slightly, zeroed in on her face but not completely focused. He
looked…helpless…and that alarmed her more than anything. The row of teeth that
had drooped and shrunk from its typical smug grin perked up, the tip of the one
gold fang glinting softly.
 
“heh…w-what’s with that face, kid? you look like you’re about to lose
yesterday’s lunch…”
 
Her insides quivered and clenched at his poor attempt to play off the obvious
tension, even more so when he turned back to the door and his mouth slackened
again. The ache of her cold feet went unnoticed as they stepped up onto the
small patio together and wiped the clumps of snow clinging to them on the mat.
A few more moments of heavy silence followed, neither of them reaching for the
door knob, even when Frisk started to shake as well. Her gaze shifted sideways
to look at him again and she regretted it, his expression reading ‘panic’.
 
Inside Sans’s head he rambled ‘fuckfuckfuckfuck’ over and over again, unable to
take his eyes off the object of his turmoil. The hand not clutching the human’s
reached up to touch the magically locked collar around his neck, the worn
leather thicker and the golden spikes longer than the one he had bought for
Frisk. It had been there for so long he hardly acknowledged it anymore.
 
And that leash…
 
He hadn't seen that in…fuck…who knows how long. Maybe a few months before Frisk
came along? He’d been losing track of time ever since the human came running
from the ruins, dodging fireballs with the weed in its boot clutched to her
chest. He did remember Papyrus’s words when he brought her home however.
 
“AFTER THE CRAP YOU GAVE ME ABOUT ENLISTING DOOMFANGER AS GUARDIAN OF OUR
DOMISILE, YOU HONESTLY EXPECT ME TO AGREE TO LET YOU BRING THIS FILTHY RUFIAN
INTO THIS HOUSE?? YOU CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER TO KEEP THE CAT’S BOWL FULL!! WHAT
MAKES YOUTHINK YOU CAN HANDLE THE RESPONSIBILITY OF A PET?? A HUMAN NO LESS!!”
 
His skull had looked ready to burst as his magic responded to his fury, even
more so when he’d realized the girl had slipped out during his tirade. When he
stomped out into the snow, Sans thought he’d seen the last of her…Papyrus
didn’t leave survivors. The last thing he’d expected to see was his brother
carrying the beaten human back into the house then dropping her onto the couch
roughly, his harsh face appearing conflicted until he turned on the shorter
skeleton and shoved the wilted flower into his hands.
 
“LISTEN WELL, SANS. DO NOT TAKE THIS AS AN ACT OF…’MERCY’.” He’d spat out the
word like it left a bad taste in his mouth. “THIS IS A TEST FOR YOU. TO PROVE
THAT YOU’RE NOT JUST A USELESS LAYABOUT WHO ISN’T WORTH THE DUST I WOULD CRUSH
YOU INTO…IF YOU WEREN’T MY BROTHER. THIS HUMAN WILL BE YOUR PET TO CARE FOR AND
TRAIN. DO SO WELL OR I WILL LET UNDYNE COME PUT HER OUT OF HER MISERY.”
 
Sans’s had kept his mouth firm and nodded, sweat rolling down his skull and
eyes shrinking when Papyrus scoffed and reached out to him. Gloved fingers
grasped as his collar, jerking him into the other monster’s personal space. His
knee bones had gone weak at the proximity of his brother’s face to his own,
feeling each irritated puff of breath against his cheek bones.
 
“DO NOT FAIL ME, SANS…OR THERE WILL BE…” His thrumming magic had been almost
audible as his pulsated within his narrowed eye sockets, the light within them
flicking down to the leather in his grasp. “…CONSEQUENCES.”
 
Had he finally had enough of Sans’s fuck ups?...
 
He chanced another glance down at his human, finding her gaze focused on the
door with a look of apprehension, her other hand fidgeting with the strap of
the bag hanging from her shoulder. Her knees were clenched and shaking while
her feet had turned pink up to her ankles from the snow. Shifting his focus
back to her face, he noticed her tongue dart out across her shivering lips
before worrying it with her teeth.
 
‘you should be worried, kid…this might be the last straw…but i’ll be damned if
i’m not gonna at least…try to keep you..’
 
Looking back to the chain hanging on the doorknob, he resolved himself to doing
whatever he could in order to keep Papyrus from giving Frisk up to Undyne. She
was his pet. Shit owner or not, she belonged to him damn it.
 
The fingers of his free hand began to twitch, phalanges rolling and tapping
against his metacarpals before they reached out to grab the leash. They
hesitated for a moment then slid over the cold links of shiny metal, lifting it
slowing from its perch. His brow bones knit together as he took in its
condition; the polished links and the stitching on the leather handle…Papyrus
had been taking good care of it.
 
His magic stirred in the spaces between his ribs and across the crest of his
pelvic bone, tempered only by the reminder that his brother always took care of
his belonging after use.
 
Clutching the chain tightly, Sans swung it to wrap around his palm then reached
for the knob again. The heated air from within the house rolled out as he
cracked the door open, teasing his chilled bones. Here goes nothing…
 
Frisk hadn't realize she’d been holding her breath until Sans finally stepped
into the house, pulling her out of the cold. His grip was so tight she was
certain there would be bruises, but she said nothing. Not even a whimper as she
almost tripped over the threshold. The living room was dim, the only source of
light coming from the entry to the kitchen. From what she could see, the damage
was still there; bloody smears on the carpet, tufts of stuffing peeking from
the rips in the arm of the couch, gashes in the wall and floor around Flowey’s
table.
 
Speaking of Flowey…
 
Inside his cage, the living flower had tucked itself into the soil, the golden
petals curled to hide his face just barely visible over the tongue of the boot.
A large, red shard of bone was imbedded in the toe of the makeshift planter, a
few severed vines wriggling weakly atop the table beside it. Frisk dropped her
bag and tried to go to him, but Sans jerked her back, his already painful grip
tightening. Her sharp gasp stirred the flower however, a few petals peeling
back to reveal his terrified eyes.
 
“F-f-frisk?...A-are you o-okay?...” His tiny voice made brought tears to her
eyes.
 
“M-me?...What about you??”
 
Before he could answer, Sans’s blazing glare sent him back into the boot, his
quivering making the ratty old laces sway. Frisk shrunk as the skeleton turned
his attention to her, whimpering as the sharp tips of his fingers bit into her
skin. The magic radiating from his bones was warm, soothing at first until the
heat began to build and nearly scald her.
 
“not another word…i fuckin’ mean it this time.” He all but snarled, twisting
her arm to the side. “and i’m not sayin’ it so you’ll behave for me this
time…one word out of turn and paps’ll make anything i’ve done feel like a
tickle…if he doesn’t fuckin’ kill you. capiche?”
 
His grip adjusted at her quick nod, giving her a moment to wipe her eyes before
dragging her towards the doorway to the kitchen. Sans had half a mind to open
another portal and take Frisk as far as his shortcuts would go…but that
would’ve been a definite death sentence, possibly for both of them. They had a
better chance if they just faced the music now. Not that it made him feel any
better…
 
Frisk kept her head down, shuddering as the texture beneath her feet changed
from carpet to tile. The kitchen usually smelled like one of Papyrus’s various
pasta dishes by now. Discovering his culinary talents had been a pleasant
surprise, as she couldn’t even remember her last home-cooked meal. Hearing so
had apparently put the taller skeleton in a mood Sans claimed to have not seen
in years. That first night in their home, she’d eaten more spaghetti than she
thought she’d had in her entire life beforehand, inflating the chef’s ego
greatly as she praised him over each bite.
 
From that day on, the kitchen had become something of a sanctuary as long as
Papyrus was home. He would teach her different recipes and cooking techniques
every night and in the morning on his off days. He answered whatever questions
she had, albeit snidely, regardless of whether they had anything to do with the
task at hand. Despite his arrogance and intimidating appearance, he’d shown her
something close to kindness, never raising a hand to her since her capture. Not
like Sans…
 
But if what he’d said was true…
 
“I ASSUME YOU HAVE SOME KIND OF EXCUSE FOR THE MESS THAT GREETED ME THIS
EVENING.”
 
The girl winced at the sharp tone and loudness of the other skeleton’s voice.
Even when he wasn’t shouting, he made sure he was heard. It certainly opposed
the way Sans seemed to grumble everything, as if he was too lazy to even raise
his voice. She lost count of how many times he’d thumped her upside the head
for making him repeat himself.
 
Peering meekly through her bangs, she took in the monster seated at the kitchen
table. He was obnoxiously tall, able to keep his booted feet flat even while
settled on the chairs Frisk had to climb up in to. One black leather-clad leg
was crossed over the other, the bend of his knee making a perch for the purring
feline draped over his lap.
 
A pang of regret struck her when she realized she hadn’t fed the cat that
morning either. Another thing for him to yell at Sans about, for sure. Usually
whether she did something wrong or not, if he blamed his brother for something
it resulted in the shorter skeleton punishing her. Glancing at the monster
beside her and taking in his grim expression, she wondered if they had ever
been friendly to each other like she was with her sister. Facing forward once
more she immediately regretted looking up at Papyrus’s face.
 
If looks could kill...
 
Frisk had come to identify the empty socket look as either fearful or extremely
angry. She was fairly certain Papyrus wasn’t the former, somewhat thankful that
the look wasn’t being directed at her as far as she could tell. These skeleton
monsters confounded her with how their bones, regardless of firmness, seemed to
contort with ease to show emotion. It was more than a bit disturbing and made
her own bones ache.
 
“I’M WAITING, SANS.”
 
“th…the kid had…an accident. we went to see alphys to get her looked at.”
 
Frisk felt her face heat up in embarrassment, her grip on his bones flexing. An
‘accident’? Really? What was she? Four? Papyrus on the other hand, didn’t seem
the least bit concerned nor impressed with the response, the gloved hand
stroking Doomfanger pausing much to the cat’s displeasure.
 
“AN ACCIDENT, HM?...YOU WILL HAVE TO EXPAND ON THAT, BECAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO
KNOW HOW THE HUMAN’S ‘ACCIDENT’ RESULTED IN A CRACK IN THE BATHROOM DOOR, A
BROKEN DOOR FRAME, A HOLE IN THE BATHROOM WALL, AND BLOOD IN THE BATHTUB AS
WELL AS THE CARPET THROUGHOUT THE HOUSE. NO NEED TO EXPLAIN THE DAMAGE TO OUR
COUCH AND WALLS. I ALREADY FOUND AND DEALT WITH THE CULPRIT.”
 
Poor Flowey…
 
“l-look boss…things just got out of hand.” Sans tried to force a grin, but
Frisk could see him straining and feel his hand shaking again. “the kid woke up
with a…’problem’ and started breaking the rules left and right. woke me up
early, locked herself up in the bathroom…i was takin’ her out to the shed…to
discipline her, ya know? i didn’t notice the blood until the weed started
screamin’ his head off.”
 
The human rolled her eyes in disdain, staring off at some random point in the
kitchen. Of course he blamed her. She was the reason he absolutely had to break
down the bathroom door and drag her naked through the house. Her body. Her
blood. Her fault.
 
“i already handled her punishment. the doc took care of her problem and
promised to keep our visit a secret.” He was trying to sound more confident,
shrugging nonchalantly as if impending doom wasn’t bearing down on the two of
them. “we woulda been back sooner and had the mess taken care of, but alphys
wanted to take some samples and run a few tests in exchange for her silence. ya
know the doc likes to be thorough. heheh…heh…”
 
The small lights in Papyrus’s eyes had returned, but his boney brow stayed
furrowed, the hand sprawled over the fidgeting cat’s spine resuming its gentle
petting. For a moment Sans thought he was going to get off easy this time…
 
“HMPH…AS I EXPECTED. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, SANS.”
 
“…w-wha…c-come on bro. what are you talkin’ abou-“
 
“WHEN I SAID YOU COULD KEEP THE HUMAN AS A PET, IT WAS MEANT TO TEACH YOU
ACCOUNTABILITY. TO PROVE THAT YOU COULD BE RESPONSIBLE FOR OTHERS AND ABOVE ALL
ELSE, YOURSELF. I WAS STARTING TO BELIEVE YOU WERE SHOWING PROGRESS, BUT LOW
AND BEHOLD! OUR HOME IS DAMAGED, YOUR PET IS TRAUMATIZED, AND ONCE AGAIN
DOOMFANGER WAS LEFT TO STARVE!! I WAS FOOLISH TO HAVE ANY FAITH THAT YOU COULD
EVER BE MORE THAN A WEAK, WORTHLESS, LAZYBONES!!!”
 
Sans’s face fell and his sockets darkened to nothingness as he lowered his
head. His hands twitched then clenched tightly at his sides, drawing a soft
pained gasp and a light tug from Frisk. He could care less if he shattered her
fragile bones to dust right then.
 
Despite the pain Frisk felt a soft ache in her chest, pity for Sans as he was
berated ruthlessly by his own sibling. While she’d born the brunt of many cruel
tirades in recent years, never had it come from a family member. Sure she and
her sister had disagreements, but they’d never been cruel to one another. It
hurt to hear Papyrus say such awful things, almost as much as it was so see
Sans crumble. She was beginning to understand, just a little bit, why her
‘master’ behaved the way he did towards her.
 
“I MEAN, HONESTLY! LOOK AT YOURSELF! TRAIPSING ABOUT IN YOUR PAJAMAS. BAREFOOT.
DRAGGING YOUR HALF DRESSED HUMAN AROUND LIKE AN ABUSED STUFFED TOY! YOU CAN’T
EVEN CARE FOR YOURSELF PROPERLY LET ALONE A PET! I HAVE HALF A MIND TO CALL
UNDYNE TO COME DEAL WITH HER! YOU INSIGNIFICANT, INFERIOR, PATHETIC WASTE OF
SPACE! I AM LOATHED TO CALL YOU MY BROTHER!!”
 
“Y-you shouldn’t talk to him like that!!!”
 
Two sets of glowing sockets turn on her in a heartbeat, making the girl wish
she’d just listened and kept her mouth shut…But she kept her head up, wide eyes
beneath furrowed brows holding firm against the sharp skeleton surprised stare.
She couldn’t take listening to another word. It was just too much.
 
“He…he’s your family…You’re supposed to support and take care of each other,
aren’t you? Even if you don’t like him…Yelling and talking down to him like
this won’t do any good for either of you!”
 
At first Sans couldn’t even process the fact that the human had just talked
back to his brother, let alone her words. They replayed in his head until they
finally sunk in, leaving him feeling torn. No one had ever shown him sympathy
or stood up for him. Not that he could remember anyways. It enraged and
humiliated him, made him feel even more pathetic to think that a weak little
human felt sorry for him. Yet at the same time it kindled this warm feeling
deep within his bones, the magic inside stirring with some unknown emotions.
 
He had to repress a shudder as his ever-tightening grip caused one of his pet’s
knuckles to pop. Just as he was about to speak, having no clue what he was even
going to say, Papyrus started to chuckle. It started as a few huffs of air from
his nasal cavity then moved down into his chest as his shoulders started to
shake. Before long the kitchen echoed with uproarious laughter, startling the
cat out of the room and leaving the other two occupants terrified.
 
‘fuck...she’s so dead…’
 
By the time Papyrus finished crowing, red glistening tears had formed in the
corners of his narrowed sockets the same color as the perspiration dripping
down San’s skull. He wiped them away with the flick of a gloved finger,
shoulders still twitching with the occasional snicker.
 
“THIS.” He began, pointing at the human who was so obviously regretting her
recent life choices. “THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT. YOU’VE DONE SUCH
A TERRIBLE JOB TRAINING YOUR PET THAT NOW SHE THINKS TO SPEAK AGAINST ME!! THE
GREAT AND TERRIBLE PAPYRUS! FIRST, SHE INSULTS MY CULINARY MASTERY AND NOW SHE
ASSUMES SHE CAN CHALLENGE MY TREATMENT OF MY PROPERTY?? HUMAN! YOU HAVE ERRED
FOR ILL THIS NIGHT!”
 
Frisk would’ve gulped audibly if her jaw hadn’t started to quiver, her head
tucking down bit by bit as she struggled to keep her gaze trained on Papyrus.
Cold, bare toes curled anxiously against the tile, itching to turn and flee as
far from here as possible. Her and her big damn mouth…
 
“h-hey boss! don’t pay the kid any mind, huh?...” Sans tried to discreetly pull
the human behind him and out of his brother’s sight. “she’s…goin’ through some
shit right now…the…’hormonal’ kind…if ya get my meaning…its fuckin’ with her
judgment.”
 
Papyrus scowled harder and lifted a brow in question. “ELABORATE.”
 
“ah…it’s a human way of…maturin’ i guess…alphys gave her a book if you want
more details, but pretty much the kid is…not so much a kid anymore.” Sans
ignored the annoyed look from the girl, giving his brother a weary grin. “but
don’t worry about it bro! i-i’ll handle it.”
 
The raised bone resting over the thinner skeleton’s angular sockets drew close
together, the corners of his jagged mouth drooping. His leather trousers
creaked as he uncrossed his legs and planted both booted feet flat, arms
crossing over his clothed ribcage.
 
“…HANDLE IT, SANS? YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THAT AFTER ALL THE TIME I’VE GIVEN
YOU TO BREAK THE HUMAN IN, ONLY NOW YOU HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO ‘HANDLE IT’?
 
Sans’s weak grin wavered even more. “c-come on, paps…humans are a lot different
from us, right? i-i mean, you…don’t really expect training one to be that
easy.”
 
“…ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME, SANS?”
 
The smaller monster’s eyes darkened in a heartbeat, the corners of his mouth
dropping.
 
“n-no of course not, boss. i would nev-“
 
“I SEE THE PROBLEM NOW.” Papyrus hummed and raised a hand to stroke his chin
thoughtfully. “I’VE BECOME TOO LENIENT WITH YOU AND NOW YOUR PET WAS BEEN
LEARNING FROM YOUR INSUBORDINATION. NO AMOUNT OF POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE
REINFORCEMENT IS GOING TO INFLUENCE HER IF SHE’S NEVER BEEN SHOWN HOW TO
PROPERLY BEHAVE…”
 
“i…that’s not…you don’t-“ Sans’s nervous rambling ceased as soon as his
brother’s gaze locked with his, every bone rattling in terror.
 
“DROP IT.”
 
Sans hesitated for a split second before releasing Frisk’s hand, shaking it off
harshly when she wouldn’t let go. He silently hoped that moment of reluctance
wouldn’t cost him. Though honestly, at this point just breathing too heavily
would probably set Papyrus off.
 
“COME.”
 
Without missing a beat, he obediently stepped forward, coming to a stop no more
than two feet in front of the other skeleton like he’d been conditioned to.
That’s when he noticed the faint traces of red magic flickering around the rim
of his brother’s eye sockets. His instincts were suddenly ringing alarm bells
in his skull.
 
How could he have missed that??
 
More droplets of liquid magic beaded across his forehead and his jaw trembled,
large fangs parting to address his realization until another sharp command
closed them again.
 
“DOWN.”
 
If Sans had dropped to his knees any harder he might’ve shattered his patella,
widening sockets focused on the space between Papyrus’s boots. He could feel
his pet’s eyes on him. They were probably bugging out of her head in confusion,
fear, maybe sympathy. He didn’t even have the presence of mind to be angry
about it, his emotions bouncing frantically between fear himself and something
bordering on relief. Maybe this was a good thing? If he could use the situation
to their advantage, she might make it out in one piece…or at the very least
alive.
 
His train of thought was derailed by the red, open palm of his brother’s well-
worn glove. He stared at the pointed, slightly curled fingers that gave a
beckoning flex and looked up, his ivory features perplexed. The glow in
Papyrus’s eyes was getting brighter and it made his soul stir in a terrifying
sense of excitement. He could feel it humming in the gaps between his bones,
the magic cartilage in his joints beginning to tingle and glow, swelling just
slightly.
 
‘shit…shit…why fuckin’ now…’
 
“GIVE.”
 
Knowing exactly what he was demanding, Sans shakily unwound the gold chain from
around his metacarpals and poured it into the outstretched palm. Without a word
or even waiting for the command, he lifted his head, giving easy access to the
ring of the collar around his neck. The other skeleton couldn’t resist a sharp
smirk, a look of approval as he connected the leash to the collar, giving an
experimental tug that jerked the smaller one forward onto his hands. Sans could
feel the heat of Papyrus’s magic practically vibrating the air between his
knees. His own stirred more anxiously, his tongue forming thickly in his mouth
and writhing anxiously against the back of his gritting teeth.
 
“GOOD BOY.” The praise followed by a foreboding chuckle left Sans pleased, but
even more uneasy.
 
Case in point, when he felt this brother’s heavy hand flatten against the back
of his skull, he almost flinched away. But when the sharp fingers crept back
and scraped repeated against his occipital bone, he nearly melted into the
floor. It didn’t take long for his jaw to grow slack and his tongue to loll out
from between his fangs, releasing a few eager trails of saliva. In his faint
haze of delirium, he vaguely remembered that the human was in the room,
watching him lowering himself to her station in front of another. His
cheekbones flushed in humiliation, but for the most part he didn’t give a damn.
 
“I’M DELIGHTED TO SEE THAT YOU HAVEN’T COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN YOUR PLACE.”
Papyrus commended the monster at his feet, sweeping his covered claws around to
his jawline and tilting his head up. “I AM CERTAIN THIS IS WHAT THE HUMAN
NEEDS. TO SEE PROPER SUBSERVIENCE.”
 
Sharp red eyes lifted to the human, reveling in her obvious discomfort and
confusion. She almost seemed distraught at seeing her master prostrate before
him, eyes wide and brow creased in worry as her hands fidgeted with the ends of
her over-sized sleeves. He took note of her disheveled hair and tired eyes,
working his way down over her collared neck and exposed shoulders. He’d noticed
when they arrived that ‘new’ sweater was devoid of stripes, a telltale sign in
this world that she was indeed no longer a child. The knitted material ended
just above her quivering knees, leaving her soft, fleshy calves and tense feet
opened to the elements.
 
“LOOK AT YOUR POOR HUMAN PET, SANS.” He nearly snarled, jerking his brother’s
head around to look at the girl as she shuffled back a bit, trying to shrink in
on herself.
 
Sans definitely didn’t like the look on her face. The tenderness in her eyes
hidden beneath her dismay made him sick and he couldn’t keep himself from
glowering at her. He saw the expanse of flesh under her chin bob faintly as she
swallowed and looked away from him, her arms wrapping tightly around her torso.
 
Good…He didn’t need her fucking pity…He didn’t want it…
 
“SHE MUST BE SO EXHAUSTED AND CONFUSED WITHOUT A PROPER MASTER TO GUIDE HER.
AND IF WE WERE TO SET HER FREE, SHE’D SURELY DIE EITHER TO THE NEXT MONSTER SHE
ENCOUNTERED, IF NOT THE ELEMENTS. IT WOULD BE…’MERCIFUL’…TO JUST END HER
SUFFERING NOW, WOULDN’T I?”
 
Frisk’s head turned back to the monster pair so fast she almost gave herself
whiplash. Surely he wasn’t serious. What Sans told her couldn’t be true! He
wouldn’t really kill her over this, would he?? Her terrified gaze flickered
between Papyrus and Sans as she prepared to take another step back towards the
doorway. She knew he was right. Even if she could escape from the house, with
or without Flowey, her chances of survival were nil.
 
She was doomed no matter what she chose.
 
Then her heart fluttered apprehensively in her chest when the kneeling skeleton
murmured something she wasn’t exactly sure she’d heard.
 
“WHAT WAS THAT SANS?” Papyrus questioned his brother, forcing him to face him
once more. “SPEAK CLEARLY! YOU KNOW I HATE YOUR DAMN MUMBLING.”
 
“p-please…don’t hurt her.”
 
Fine red orbs met the stunned human’s eyes for a brief second then returned to
the lidded, empty sockets that were trained forward, not daring to look up.
Another low chuckle echoed through the kitchen.
 
“ISN’T THAT SWEET…AND POSITIVELY SICKENING.” A sharp jerk of the chain forced
Sans’s attention up to the other skeleton’s face again. “FINE. THIS IS YOU’RE
LAST CHANCE SANS…ONE MORE FUCK UP AND YOUR PRECIOUS HUMAN IS AS GOOD AS DEAD.”
 
Frisk wished she could say she was as relieved as Sans appeared, his shoulder’s
slumping while hers tensed even further. Something told her it wasn’t going to
be that simple…
 
“…th-thanks, boss..”
 
“ONLY ON THE CONDITION THAT FROM HERE ON SHE WILL FOLLOW BY YOUR EXAMPLE. SHE
WILL LEARN, THROUGH WATCHING YOU, WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A PROPER PET…” Papyrus
let the tension on the leash slip, draping it over Sans’s shoulders before
releasing it and gesturing for him to stand.
 
Sans bit back a groan as he got back to his feet, his joints aching and
tingling from the over-active magic pulsing faintly within them. Without his
patella and tibia grinding uncomfortably against the floor, he didn’t have much
to distract him from the sensation creeping around the rim of his ischium. But
not wanting to seem like he’d ignored his brother’s charity, he swallowed back
the accumulating saliva and nodded.
 
“if…that’s what you think is best, boss…”
 
“OF COURSE IT IS!” The sharper skeleton snorted derisively, his grin widening
as he rose from his chair, towering another foot and a half over Sans. “NOW.
SINCE THAT ORDER OF BUSINESS IS DEALT WITH, THERE’S THE MATTER OF CLEANING UP
YOUR MESS.”
 
Moving passed the other monster towards the sink, Papyrus lifted a bucket of
cleaning supplies and held it out to his brother. Sans stared with creased brow
bones, but took it regardless. Was he really going to make him clean up the
mess Frisk and the weed had made? Fixing the bathroom wall and door were one
thing…
 
“YES, YOU ARE GOING TO SCRUB EVERY DROP OF BLOOD OUT OF THE CARPET.” Papyrus
confirmed, noticing the confusion that crossed the other’s façade. “YOU WERE SO
SET ON PUNISHING YOUR PET THAT YOU IGNORED HER NEEDS AND YOUR IGNORANCE IS
ULTIMATELY WHAT CAUSED THE MESS. ERGO, YOU WILL CLEAN IT UP.”
 
The lights that had just returned to Sans’s sockets narrowed drastically, his
teeth twisting into a snarl of displeasure. Just as he was about to turn his
hateful glare on Frisk, Papyrus’s snapping fingers brought his eyes forward
again. In the outstretched palm rested another pile of chain, silver and more
delicate that the heavy gold links of his own.
 
Frisk’s leash. He must’ve gotten it from his room…But what for?
 
“PUT IT ON YOUR PET AND BRING HER HERE.”
 
Sans tried not to show his hesitation, taking the thinner chain and looking up
at his brother, perplexed. When he received nothing but a raised brow and
folded arms, he turned to do as he was told. Frisk had moved back a few more
paces, her hands clasped under her chin as if to hide her collar. His sockets
narrowed further as he approached, his mouth set in a grim line of wide fangs.
Standing before her, he held the clasp at the end of the leash and let the rest
dangle.
 
“hands down, pet.”
 
When she resisted with a frantic shake of her head, he dropped the bucket with
a clatter and his now free hand shot out to grab her by the hair, dragging her
closer and bending her head back. He watched with dark fascination as she
shuddered against him, grimacing when his breath puffed hotly over her face and
a drop of his saliva fell upon her chin, rolling down her jaw line and over her
neck.
 
“don’t start thinkin’ what you witnessed changes anything here. you’re still
mine and you will do as you’re told, or suffer…” His humming magic pulsed
louder at the droplets of moisture forming in her eyes. “now i’m not gonna ask
again. put your hands down or i’ll start breaking fingers until you do…”
 
Sniffling lightly and swallowing hard, Frisk finally relented, dropping her
hands to her sides. Sans took a moment to marvel at the expanse of her throat,
lightly bruised beneath the strap of studded leather. He licked hungrily at his
fangs to distract his tongue from her flesh, finding it the sharp bone a poor
substitute. Sensing his brother’s ire at how long this was taking, he quickly
fastened the leash to the girl’s collar and released her hair, turning to tug
her further into the kitchen by the chain.
 
“WHILE YOU TAKE CARE OF YOUR DUTY, I AM GOING TO OFFER YOU A SMALL COURTESY.”
Papyrus’s eyes glinted maliciously, making Sans weary and increasing Frisk’s
dread. “I WILL ADD TO YOUR PET’S DISCIPLINE AND GIVE HER A TASTE OF
THE…’POSITIVE’ REINFORCEMENT YOU’RE ACCUSTOMED TO. PERHAPS IT WILL PROVIDE MORE
INCENTIVE FOR HER TO BEHAVE.”
 
Sans would’ve said no if he thought that he truly had a choice. This sense of
jealousy and possessiveness had never show itself before, especially when it
came to the other skeleton wanting something that was his. He couldn’t refuse
him. Ever.
 
But damn it all! The girl fucking belonged to him!
 
…and he belonged to Papyrus.
 
‘…fuck.’
 
He shot his human a discontented glance, momentarily relishing the panic on her
face, before looking away again and extending the leather strap of her leash to
his brother.
 
Maybe this would work.
 
It did for him…
 
“whatever you think is best boss.”
Chapter End Notes
     Next time: A little encouragement could go a long way...
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     {Papyrus shows Frisk the error of her ways...}
Chapter Notes
     As per usual.......
      
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     I tried so hard to get this done sooner...but shortly after I started
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     way..walking here we come)...
      
     I struggled with where to go with this for the past two weeks then
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Just when she thought things couldn’t get more complicated…
 
Whatever was going on between these two confounded her. Frisk understood why
Sans would fear his brother, of course. Papyrus was incredibly powerful and
intimidating. Even under...’normal’ circumstances it was obvious which of them
was in charge, but this was…
 
To see the monster that had been tormenting her for weeks drop to his knees at
the command of the other left her reeling and more confused than ever, while at
the same time giving her a bit of understanding. She was young, not oblivious.
Sans had wanted her to be like he was to his brother. And Papyrus was going to
'help' by using him as an example? Who does this to their sibling??
 
A wave of queasiness rolled her stomach as her leash was passed between them.
If Papyrus had been able to manipulate strong, cruel, bullheaded Sans
into...whatever he was to him...What was he going to do to her? He hadn’t
raised a hand to her since her first day with them, nearly killing her before
seeming to change his mind and dragging her back to the house. All this time
she’d thought maybe he’d spared her out of compassion. Now she saw his
intentions for what they were. She was a gift, a test, for his own...’pet’.
 
When Sans turned back to her, their gazes met and both froze. She could see the
apprehension in his face, the strained corners of his mouth and rims of his
sockets, the way his nasal cavity flared and his brow bone dipped slightly in
the center. He was worried for her, his property. Like a child who was being to
forced to share their favorite toy. She could only respond with a solemn
expression of her own.
 
Poor Sans…
 
Frisk felt her fingers twitch and muscles in her arms tighten with the urge to
reach out for him, to wipe away the sweat gathering at his temples and sooth
the hard wrinkles in the bone that displayed his emotions. She should be angry
at him. Not that there wasn’t any built up resentment, but more than anything
she felt the ache of concern in her chest. For both of them.
 
What had they been like when they were children? Before this world became
twisted? Were they ever...’normal’?
 
Flowey had told her a dozen times how different the Underground had been, how
people were once friendly here, there wasn’t any infighting, and no one had any
‘LOVE’. Once people started to lose hope of escape and began fighting among
themselves, the victors only grew stronger, increasing their Level-Of-ViolencE
and giving them a sense of dominion over others.
 
The human had laughed at the acronym at first, finding the contradiction
hilarious, but after witnessing its real meaning in the Ruins...She could never
shake the screaming of that poor Froggit as Toriel scorched it to death,
trudging unabashedly through the pile of dust it had left behind. Given their
strength, Sans and Papyrus had obviously granted many monsters the same fate,
giving them both a reputation that Flowey had said left others running at first
glance. A reputation that could potentially keep her safe until she found a way
out.
 
But at what cost?
 
What was she willing to do to survive here?
 
On the surface she’d learned from local vagrants, who were empathetic enough to
offer support, how to feed herself and find shelter. One woman had even showed
her a few tricks for defending herself, educating and showing her more kindness
in a few days than she’d experienced in the years since her mother’s passing.
Not that any of that mattered here. In her world there was no magic. Humans
were limited to their own physical strength and reflexes, which wouldn’t really
amount to much put up against the right kind of weapon. For instance, a gun or
a well placed shiv, even enough kicks or punches in the right places could
bring a human down.
But again she was young and not that strong at all. There had been more than
one occasion where she found herself unable to fight back or talk her way out
of a dicey situation, opting to give up what little she had if it meant staying
alive and unharmed for a while longer. If she couldn’t appeal to someone’s
compassion, she cut her losses and moved on.
 
Monsters on the other hand, had power unimaginable to the human world. While
they still had their weaknesses, the difference was nothing to balk at, not
with the advancements in technology or how food here healed almost instantly.
It was a wonder how they were sealed down here in the first place. Though she
supposed any army could be overwhelmed by numbers.
 
Flowey had told her how a human had the potential to be several times stronger
than a monster if they were only able to tap into their own soul’s magic. Aside
from tv magicians, who were all smoke and mirrors anyway, Frisk didn’t know a
human alive who could do anything close to what monsters did. But apparently it
was also why so many gave up on leaving. Between infighting dwindling their
numbers and the fear of a changed surface, it seemed like few even wanted to
bother anymore. They’d grown complacent, content to live in their ruthless
world until the end.
 
Nothing she learned on the streets would help her here. Physical strength would
do no good and she had no weapons or any real skill to use them even if she
did. All she had was her wits, empathy, and her stubborn nature to keep herself
alive. Some days she wondered if it would be enough.
 
If she didn’t reign herself in, it wouldn’t matter. One of these days she was
going to push too far, ignore too many rules, and speak one too many times out
of turn. She tried to ‘behave’ for them. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been
subservient to anyone in the past. When she was younger and in mourning, she
did what she needed to get by. Where ever she was sent and whoever had to care
for her was her lifeline. She didn’t know enough about the world to try and
make it alone.
 
But that was before her hormones and body began to change in the last two years
or so, bringing her to witness such depravity that she would rather risk life
struggling on the street than whatever her tormentors then had in store for
her. She felt no sympathy for them nor the case worker who would no doubt be in
serious trouble when her foster ‘parents’ or her school eventually reported her
missing and an investigation was launched. Without her as a witness there
probably won’t be any charges, but hopefully someone would see reason and never
allow another child to experience what she had in their care.
 
On the surface, the court system had failed her when she needed it most,
showing her that even adults cared nothing about the rules they put in place.
Here, she lived with judge, jury, and executioner in a world where one only
survived by either submitting or fighting back. Considering that allowed her to
relent on some of the hatred she’d let build up for the brothers.
 
The fact that Sans was still alive and that Papyrus continued to spare his
life, despite the obvious malice towards his brother, spoke volumes to her. She
still didn’t fully understand why they acted this way, but at least now she had
something of an idea. Family still meant something here...At least she hoped it
did.
 
Sans’s angry snarl snapped her out of her musings, wiping the concerned look
off her face in an instant. His fingers grasped at the wide collar of her
sweater, jerking her forward into his space and leaving almost no room between
them. His sockets were dark again, the red lights almost gone as they bore into
her own widened eyes.
 
“if i ever catch you lookin’ at me like that again...i’ll make sure you got
nothin’ left to look with...got it?”
 
She watched his eyes follow the path of her tongue as she licked her lips,
(He’d been doing that a lot recently…) before nodding twice. Beyond the small
gaps between his fangs, she saw his own glistening muscle pulse and writhe like
some slimy, living creature and shuddered in repulsion. His hateful leer
sharpened as he shoved her back, snatching up the bucket he’d dropped after
moving past her. Without another word or glimpse, he took the cleaning supplies
into the living room, leaving her alone with his brother.
 
Frisk watched him go, resisting the urge to follow or plead with him to stay.
She knew he wouldn’t anyways.
 
“YOU KNOW...YOU’RE A VERY BOLD CREATURE, HUMAN. NOT TO MENTION FOOLISH.”
Papyrus stated, pulling her leash gently to grab her attention and bring her
closer.
 
Although she turned towards him, Frisk kept her eyes to the ground, following
the tug until she was standing even closer to him than Sans had been while
kneeling. It still baffled her how tall Papyrus was. The length of his legs,
even while bent, brought his knee bones up just below her hips. If he were to
stand up straight, the top of her head would only come up to the bottom set of
his ribs. She knew if she looked up, his gaze would make her feel even smaller.
 
“FIRST, I WILL GIVE YOU THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF.” Leash still in
hand, Papyrus leaned back and crossed his armed over his broad, armored chest.
“WHAT POSSESSED YOU TO BREAK MY RULE, LET ALONE SANS’S?”
 
She really REALLY didn’t not want to explain any of this to him. Maybe he would
let her go get the book? Surely he’d rather have that then listen to her ramble
about something she’d only just learned about. Her suggestion was met with a
harsh look and another jerk of the leash that had her practically falling into
the skeleton’s lap. Her reflexes brought her hands forward to catch herself,
landing on his femurs for a split second before pulling back with a quick
apology. With her gaze down, she didn’t catch the flare of magic around the rim
of his eye sockets or the twitching grin.
 
“I’M WAITING, HUMAN...”
 
God her mouth felt so dry…
 
“I...um...woke up and...I was bleeding.” She flinched at his derisive snort.
 
“HOW DOES ONE JUST WAKE UP BLEEDING? ARE YOU REALLY SO CLUMSY THAT YOU WOULD
INJURE YOURSELF IN YOUR SLEEP? THOUGH I CAN’T SAY I’M SURPRISED GIVEN HOW
FRAGILE AND UNCOORDINATED YOU HUMANS SEEM TO BE.” The sharp, mocking facade
drooped slightly. “OR PERHAPS IT WAS SANS?”
 
“No no!” Frisk sighed and reached up to rub at her blushing face, the motion
rattling the chain and spiking her nerves at the sound. “Its a human
thing...To...to make it simple, my...Uugh!...”
 
Could she just die instead? Can that be an option?
 
But Papyrus was being surprisingly patient. Sans would’ve struck her by now for
stalling.
 
“...Human females...bleed when they...when they’re ready to have...children...”
The teen felt like she was going to pass out from the amount of blood filling
her face in shame. “Its the first time and I didn’t know it was going to
happen...I can’t control it either so...I panicked.”
 
Frisk waited for a response, anything to show that he understood her
explanation, maybe even sympathized...Fat chance. When she finally gathered the
nerve to raise her eyes to his face, she was met with a look of contemplation.
Gloved fingers cradled his ivory chin while his thumb stroked across the
expanse of bone. His eyes were focused intently on her, one socket narrowed as
the other widened with the lift of his brow.
 
“INTERESTING...SO THAT IS WHAT SANS MEANT WHEN HE SAID YOU WERE NO LONGER A
CHILD.”
 
“W-well, by human standards I...I’m still considered undera-”
 
“HUMAN STANDARDS MEAN NOTHING HERE. ALL WE NEED TO KNOW IS THAT YOUR BODY IS
TELLING YOU TO BREED.” The speculative look faded into malicious
inquisitiveness. “AND APPARENTLY IT HAS CHOSEN SANS TO PROVIDE YOU WITH
OFFSPRING.”
 
The indignant shout from the living room went unnoticed as the redness of
Frisk’s cheeks drained away, leaving her looking sickly and horrified with eyes
widened at the implication. Not a chance in hell! The closest thing she felt to
affection towards the stocky skeleton was sympathy. Up until a few minutes ago,
she’d felt less disdain for the brother she faced now.
 
Her thoughts raced back to that morning and Sans’s accusation.
 
What was with these two insinuating she wanted either of them like…That??
 
“N-no I...Th-that’s not the case at all...” She stammered, shaking her head
fiercely but it had no effect of Papyrus’s sly smirk.
 
“BUT OF COURSE IT IS. IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE!” Giving a harsh laugh, he leaned
forward and propped his elbow on his knees, almost eye level with the girl.
“YOU SAID IT YOURSELF THAT THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IT HAPPENED. AND YOU WERE IN
SANS’S PRESENCE AFTER ALL.”
 
That’s when she spotted the magic dancing along the edge of his sockets. It
creeped her out as much as it intrigued her, temporarily distracting her from
his ridiculous musings. The movement was almost hypnotic, faint whisps of red
vapor seeping out from the blackness of his eyes. She briefly wondered if she
were to blow in them, would the light go out.
 
Would he kill her if she tried? She was almost tempted to try it. Anything to
end this discussion and save her from this humiliation.
 
“I...I really don’t think human’s work that way...” Frisk gulped audibly,
hoping that her disagreeing didn’t get her hit. “According to Dr Alphys’s
book...it should’ve happened sooner, but I guess stress and not having enough
nutrition delayed it.”
 
Papyrus’s look became impassive for a moment then the bone around his nasal
passages crinkled in distaste.
 
“...YOU HUMANS REALLY ARE SUCH FICKLE CREATURES. YOU CAN’T EVEN CONTROL YOUR
OWN BODIES OR YOUR MAGIC...” The skeleton sneered and lounged back again.
“REGARDLESS, IT IS APPARENT TO ME THAT IT WAS MEANT TO BE THIS WAY. THOUGH
TRUTHFULLY SANS WOULD MAKE AN EVEN POORER FATHER THAN HE WOULD A MASTER AT THIS
RATE. SO UNTIL HE CAN PROVE HIMSELF, YOU WILL NOT BE BEARING ANY OF HIS SPAWN.”
 
The human girl couldn’t resist the grimace or stop herself from muttering.
 
“I...I wasn’t intending to anyways...”
 
She half expected Papyrus to strike her down for speaking out in defiance like
that. Sans would have. But she was only met with a cruel grin that caused her
hackles to rise.
 
“YOU SEEM TO THINK THAT YOU HAVE A SAY...IF SANS DECIDES YOU ARE A SUITABLE
VESSEL THEN YOU WILL BE SUCH. NOT THAT I WOULD PERSONALLY CHOOSE A WEAK HUMAN
TO PRODUCE MY PROGENY...”
 
Half tempted to tell him off to his face, Frisk bit her tongue and looked away
again. The idea was ridiculous and terrifying. She was still just a teenager!
Even if she could physically carry a monster’s child inside her, she
just...couldn’t! Just because some girls her age liked to risk being mothers so
young didn’t mean that she wanted to. Not here, not on the surface. Not
anywhere! And certainly not to something potentially...horrific.
 
“BUT WE SHALL DEAL WITH THAT WHEN THE TIME COMES...FOR NOW-”
 
A hard pull to the side had Frisk stumbling over her own feet and falling
against Papyrus’s femur, a gasp of pain escaping as her hip bones collided with
it and she doubled over. Her hands caught the edge of the dining table before
she could land on it and were about to push her back up to stand, until his
heavy leather grasp caught the back of her neck and forced her down the rest of
the way. Her chin hit the surface hard and she tasted blood, certain that her
teeth had cut the inside of her lip.
 
“STAY.” The skeleton growled in a drawn out, warning tone, like an owner
commanding their dog.
 
Irritation and embarrassment burned her cheeks. Whats next? Sit? Speak? Roll
over?? Yet for every bit of humiliation she was feeling, Frisk did as she was
told, keeping her head down without releasing her grip on the table.
 
...But unfortunately it didn’t last.
 
“SEE? IT’S NOT SO HARD TO BE OBEDIENT NOW IS IT?” Papyrus chuckled while
ruffling her already messy hair, losing his grin when her head jerked upward
suddenly and he met her hard gaze over her shoulder.
 
Frisk wouldn’t deny that she wished she had headbutted that smug look off of
his skull instead of the palm that had been holding her head down. She was
sore, tired, and so hungry that she’d risk trying Sans’s cooking again. Not to
mention her abdomen was seizing again, this time so painfully that her toes
were curling and the wood grain scraped under her fingernails. Why couldn’t
these jerks just leave her alone and let her suffer in peace?
 
Her head met the hardwood again, pain blooming across her temple and dizziness
spreading through her head. Papyrus was snarling something at her, but the
ringing in her ear blocked it out. When she didn’t respond, the hand holding
her to the tabletop fisted in her hair and ground the edge of her aching brow
into the table surface, earning a pained whimper. Some small part of her wished
he would do it again, hopefully knocking her unconscious this time.
 
The sudden coolness across her thighs and lower back startled her back into a
bit of clarity. Before she could question his intentions, the sharp smack of
leather meeting flesh rang out, amplified by the acoustics of the kitchen. The
sound was immediately followed by a harsh stinging sensation along the
underside of her rear where the curve met her thigh, a noise caught somewhere
between a yelp and a gasp escaping her. Once the realization of what transpired
hit, she looked at the skeleton incredulously.
 
Did...did he just...SPANK her???
 
Frisk hadn’t been spanked since she was small, and never with such strength.
She could already feel the skin turning red, the beginning of a guaranteed
bruise as the tiny blood vessels beneath the surface burst.
 
“DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW, HUMAN?” Papyrus nearly cackled, his offending
hand already drawn back for another strike. “GOOD. THEN YOUR PUNISHMENT BEGINS
NOW. YOU WILL COUNT TO TWENTY AND IF YOU DO NOT DO SO IN A TIMELY MANNER, WE
WILL START OVER. UNDERSTOOD?”
 
When she didn’t respond immediately, still dumbstruck from the first hit, he
jerked her head back by her hair and leaned in close to her face, obviously
unamused. The red smoke leaking over the edge of his sockets had thickened,
reminding her more of how his brother’s one eye would glow when he used his
magic. Unlike Sans, his breath was cold and had a hint of tomatoes and garlic.
 
“ANSWER ME HUMAN, OR I WILL MAKE IT THIRTY.” His fierce expression softened
into a pleased grin when she nodded frantically despite the grip on her hair.
“GOOD GIRL. WE WILL START FROM ONE. FEEL FREE TO CRY SO LONG AS YOU KEEP COUNT.
IT ONLY PROVES THAT YOU ARE LEARNING YOUR LESSON.”
 
He bounced his knee slightly, earning a pained grunt from the girl as she
closed her eyes tightly.
 
“GO ON THEN.”
 
“…O….o-one.” She whimpered quietly, tensing up in anticipation.
 
“LOUDER, HUMAN! YOUR MASTER SHOULD HEAR HOW OBEDIENT YOU CAN BE.”
 
Frisk sucked in a quick breath before repeating herself, making sure she was
loud and clear before another strike landed on the opposite side, forcing
another startled cry.
 
“T-two!”
 
“THAT’S A GOOD PET.” The tall skeleton practically purred as he massaged the
flesh in his palm, his thumb tracing the edge of her panties before smacking
the same spot even harder.
 
“THREE!”
 
Frisk could already feel the tears filling the corners of her eyes, her entire
body racked with pain from the roots of her hair to the balls of her feet as
she almost dangled over Papyrus’s femur. The pattern continued this way until
they reached ten, another vicious smack, her wailed count, and then an almost
tender touch to the abused flesh before resuming. When he didn’t continue right
away and finally released his grip on her hair, the human dropped her head to
the table again. She was shaking from the trauma and the terror at realizing
they were only half way through.
 
“SEE, HUMAN? YOU CAN BEHAVE JUST FINE IF YOU TRY.” The hand that had been
holding her head down slid over her upper back, kneading gently at her
incredibly tense shoulder blades and spine while Papyrus continued to give
half-hearted praise. “I KNEW YOU HAD IT IN YOU...SO MUCH POTENTIAL HERE. YOU
ONLY NEED TO...APPLY YOURSELF.”
 
For one uselessly hopeful moment, Frisk thought he would show her mercy and end
the punishment there...But no such luck. Her chest constricted suddenly and her
spine bowed with the familiar ache of her soul being drawn out. This time the
pain passed through her back as the shimmering heart shape manifested behind
her, hovering in front of her tormentor.
 
“UNFORTUNATELY, I GROW IMPATIENT.” Removing the stroking hand from her
backside, Papyrus tugged at the fingers of the opposite glove until his slid
away from his long, boned fingers. “SO YOU’LL HAVE TO RECEIVE THE REMAINDER OF
YOUR PUNISHMENT AS WELL AS YOUR INCENTIVE SIMULTANEOUSLY.”
 
Frisk prepared herself for pain on both fronts, not certain if she would be
able to withstand an attack on her soul as well as her body in this state. When
she felt those hard tips touch her essence she froze, every muscle tensing in
anticipation. There was a familiar buzzing sensation in her head and through
out her body as his fingers ghosted over the surface of her soul, similar to
when a limb has fallen asleep except now it was all over. No pain made her even
more anxious. She new how to react to pain. What she didn’t know was how to
react to the electric throb that coursed through her next.
 
It didn’t hurt, but it startled a cry out of her none the less, the sensation
sending ripples outward from her chest to tips of her fingers and toes. Looking
over her shoulder she saw Papyrus stroking the pad of his glowing thumb across
the surface of her soul, applying just a bit of pressure and causing another
ripple that made her shudder. It had almost felt...like…like...
 
N...no way…
 
Before she could utter a word in question his other hand swatted her rear again
and she yelped loudly, quickly adding the next number lest he follow through
with this threat to start over. His only response was a deeply amused chuckle
as he tightened his hold on her soul and struck again, her next cry surprising
them both as it sounded less pained but still loud regardless.
 
The combination of the stinging pain with the gentle kneading of her soul left
her body and mind in turmoil. By the time they reached seventeen, she was
panting and shaking terribly, balanced on one foot as the other leg had tensed
and curled up, pinning the bone between her thigh and stomach. Her fingertips
ached from the desperate grip she kept on the edge of the table and her hair
was starting to stick to the sweat gathering on her forehead, cheeks, and nape
of her neck.
 
She couldn’t take much more of it. He’d been grinding his thumb into the dip
between the two mounds at the top of heart shape for a few minutes now, taking
his time between strikes to torment her with the familiar tingling that was
pooling in her abdomen. Frisk couldn’t say that she didn’t know what she was
feeling or what it meant. As a hormonal teen only a year and a half from what
humans considered adulthood, she had experimented with her body only a handful
of times. While it had been quite some time, homelessness and servitude not
exactly sparking the mood for her, she recognized the throb in her womb and it
horrified her to know that this monster was the cause.
 
And each hard swat only seemed to intensify it. The idea made her skin crawl.
She felt dirty and disgusted with herself despite the growing need churning
deep in her belly. If it didn’t stop soon she would surely go crazy. She could
taste blood from the wound as her teeth worried her bottom lip, refusing to
make any sounds aside from heavy breathing, counting, and the noise he forced
from her when his hand came down the eighteenth time.
 
Her forehead met the table once more as she croaked out the number. The
underside of her rear was almost numb by now, the sting fading quickly into the
harsh ache of the bruises she knew were already formed. And yet every other
inch of her was thrumming like static, as if every cell of her being was
vibrating against each other on the verge of shattering her into microscopic
pieces.
 
“YOU ARE DOING SO WELL...” Papyrus’s tone was oddly low, like a heavy whisper
as her caressed the reddened flesh almost delicately. “ONLY TWO LEFT. YOU CAN
DO IT, GIRL.”
 
The next hit coupled with another squeeze of her soul made her see stars for a
brief moment and at first she wasn’t sure if she’d even made any sound at all.
Once her senses recovered she called out nineteen twice. Better safe than
sorry. She couldn’t take it if they had to start over now. Not when they were
so close to the end.
 
This time Papyrus really drew it out, his fingers stroking the edge of her
panties above each thigh and across the waist band while tracing out a similar
pattern on her soul. Each time his touch left her she tensed in anticipation of
the last strike, but it just wouldn’t come. Frisk couldn’t stand it. This had
to end now.
 
“P...p...papyr..rus...” Her voice came as a pathetic whimper, her breath
hitching on each stuttered syllable. “P..p..l-lease...”
 
She didn’t have to see his face to know that her words had effected him
somehow. Like his brother, she could feel his magic flaring, crackling in the
air around them. His fingertips had stilled, curled under the curve of her
backside and much too close to her clothed center. She briefly wondered if he
could feel the heat on the outside that she felt inside, quickly dismissing the
thought.
 
No no no no no...
 
“PLEASE WHAT, HUMAN?” Was his only response, firm and devoid of emotion.
 
Frisk muttered her request softly. At first she wasn’t sure if he had heard it.
She was almost certain he had when his hand lifted away from her skin and the
other flexed around her soul. Then her head suddenly lifted away from the table
by her collar, the chain of her leash jangling as her back bowed into an
extremely painful angle until she was looking up at the ceiling. Her hands
darted to grasp at the collar as she was choked, desperate to wedge her fingers
into the ring of leather and alleviate the pressure somehow.
 
“ANSWER ME, PET!”
 
His command rang in her ears while she struggled to breathe, the simultaneous
pressure on her throat and soul creating a powerful sensation in her core that
only increased her terror. Managing a few frantic gasps, she shrieked out her
plea once more.
 
“P-please!!…H...h...hit me!”
 
But it never came.
 
Instead her body was dropped heavily to the cold floor, weak and shuddering
violently as she repeatedly coughed and dragged air back into her lungs. She
barely registered the squeak of chair legs or sharp foot falls retreating from
the kitchen.
 
The world was fading around her fast, her own heavy breathing sounding muffled
and drowning out the startled shouts she thought she heard from the other room.
 
The last thing she could see was her soul floating down to her, the sparkling
translucent liquid within pulsing rhythmically before everything went black.
.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
     Okay...So...I want to start off with an apology since this chapter is
     months and months overdue. My husband and I found ourselves in a bit
     of a financial hole so I started picking up a ton of overtime. I went
     about four months with only two or three days off because the
     overtime wasn't available, all the while getting hit with one problem
     after another. On top of it all, my hubby keeps getting sick and
     we're both fighting off spontaneous boughts of depression.
      
     Around the end of July, after eight pages I hit a months long writers
     block that only let up in the last two weeks. Nothing was coming out
     the way I wanted it to and I was worried I was going to have to give
     up completely. I know that this fan fiction is not a priority in my
     life, but I feel bad for the people who actually like this mess
     that's coming out of my brain. All the compliments and encouragement
     have been greatly appreciated and I hope to get back on track with
     this story from now on.
      
     Still incredibly nervous about posting this because I've never
     written anything like it and unfortunately I don't have many UT
     fanfriends (especially who share my kinks) who are available to
     proofread. Hubby likes it but not as in depth as I do. He says the
     chapter is good but I'm still lacking confidence in it.
      
     Just in case, I'm going to warn you all that this chapter is taking
     the next step. It involves incest and nonconsensual contact...but
     then again that's why you clicked on the link in the first place, my
     fellow dirty sinners <3
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Sans grumbled in distaste as he scrubbed at the last stubborn streak of dried
blood staining the carpet. His joints ached like hell, but not just from the
force he put into his work. He didn’t need Papyrus thinking he’d half-assed the
job and getting even more pissed off, but fuck was he anxious.
 
Once out of the kitchen he’d been able to focus again without his brothers
oppressive magic bearing down and influencing his own. While his conditioning
still urged him to follow orders, he couldn’t help but pause every so often,
trying to overhear the conversation between his master and his pet. Even with
Papyrus’s boisterous tone, he’d only caught a few words here and there unless
the other monster raised his voice.
 
The human had apparently tried to explain her situation, hoping for his
understanding and maybe even some empathy. Good fucking luck. Then he heard the
topic shift to him. Something about Frisk’s body choosing him to have offspring
with. While the very idea had made him sputter out loud scornfully, the way
Papyrus carried on making it sound like they were his livestock to control for
breeding just pissed him off even more.
 
Regardless, he had no intention of being anyone’s...’dad’...especially not some
human-monster abomination...if it was even possible. He didn’t give a shit what
his pet’s ‘body’ wanted.
 
“fuck that...not gonna happen, kid...” He’d mumbled to himself, setting to work
on the mess in the living room.
 
Though he supposed he couldn’t call her that anymore. God, humans were so
fucking weird, like huge sentient plants. The composition of their soul in
relation to their physical form was strange enough compared to a monsters, but
if you didn’t feed them the right stuff frequently enough they couldn’t even
grow properly. Sometimes he really wondered, without factoring the power of the
human soul, how they lost the war to these frail meatbags.
 
They were so weak and squishy and breakable and...warm and...soft...and-
 
‘...the fuck was I doin’?’ He’d wondered to himself.
 
When that first smack and cry rang out from the kitchen, he’d almost dropped
the scrub brush and bolted back in, stopped by the breathy commanding tone his
brother used as he explained the punishment to the human. Shortly after, Sans
had felt the corners of his mouth start to twitch upward, her quavering voice
counting out after each strike making his magic pulsate and his joints throb
even more. For a moment he wondered if he could get away with sneaking a peak.
 
“You’re a fucking sicko...” A quiet voice hissed from within the caged boot
across the room, ragged golden petals peeking out from over the rotted, leather
tongue. “You and your brother are disgusting, sinner trash...”
 
Sans sneered viciously at the beaten flower, his fangs grinding as his mood was
dampened again. Why Papyrus hadn’t shredded the annoyance, he had no idea. He
still had half a mind to do it himself.
 
“unless you wanna get mulched, you’d best keep your trap shut, weed...” He
snarled harshly, giving one more look towards the light of the kitchen before
returning to his task.
 
The last thing he needed was more criticism from a fucking centerpiece. Not
when it interrupted the deliciously painful sounds his pet made. It carried on
for quite while, the gaps in between each hit growing the longer his brother
drew out the punishment. By the cry of fifteen, Sans found it hard to keep the
smallest bit of concern from creeping in, knowing full well this was no where
near what Papyrus was capable of..
 
As if Papyrus wasn’t vicious and cruel enough on a daily basis, once his heat
kicked in full force everything within a five mile radius was royally fucked.
The shorter skeleton couldn’t even laugh at just how literal that statement was
for himself. In a few days, if that, Sans would be in the same boat if not
worse and not even his brother’s dominance would be able to restrain him. They
had always seemed to sync up like that, drawing out what should only be four
days into nearly a week of spontaneous, violent rutting.
 
Fuck, he could already feel the initial itch of magic stirring along the edges
of his sockets…
 
It was obvious this was going to be a rough one and their stations would be
pretty lonely most of the coming week. But then Undyne never gave a shit for
excuses either. Her heat had never been as intense so what the fuck did she
know? Plus being Captain meant she could choose her own station at any time,
opting to kick him out of his post in Hotland and stick him in Waterfall for a
few days just to be close to a certain mad scientist. She knew she wasn’t
fooling anyone, but none had the guts to call her out on it except for Papyrus.
His brother and the fish bitch had come to blows over the issue too many times
to count, resulting in most of the scars and fractures both monsters displayed.
 
He’d never forget the day Paps came home with fresh claw marks raked over his
left socket, the faintest of cracks formed in the thinned bone. The taller
skeleton had always been a tough bastard though, refusing to let himself be
tended to in favor of working out all the frustration that had built up over
the day on every surface of the kitchen...and the bathroom...then the living
room. Sans couldn’t even remember if they made it to either bedroom that night…
 
‘good times...’
 
Sans had become so lost in his sordid daydreaming as he scrubbed, he didn’t
even acknowledge that his human had stopped counting. He almost missed the tall
shadow looming over him until he felt a sharp tug at the back of his jacket
that yanked him up off his knees. Not getting the chance to retaliate, the
stocky skeleton found himself being tossed onto the couch, the whole thing
rocking backwards with his weight and smacking the wall.
 
His teeth grit hard as he glared up at his attacker, the growl rumbling within
his rib cage dying at the intense leer from the taller monster. That look made
his very soul shudder in terror, simultaneously picking up on the fierce lust
resonating from the other.
 
“...sh..shit...” He sputtered out the curse, his tongue swelling into form as
he stuttered and shrunk back into the cushion. “pap...i...i’m almost finished
cl-”
 
“OPEN YOUR MOUTH.” Papyrus ground out, his expression seeming hateful and
curiously pained while his hands unfastened his belt.
 
“wha...bro-”
 
“I WILL NOT REPEAT MYSELF SANS!” He nearly roared as he practically tore the
crotch of his own pants open.
 
Sans didn’t give it another thought, letting the thick, dripping appendage loll
out of his mouth solidly. Bright red saliva immediately flowed from between his
fangs, rolling down his chin and dripping onto his shirt. Not wanting to risk
his brother’s impatience, he leaned in quickly and pressed his tongue against
the strained, ectoplasmic tip, covering it almost completely.
 
As always, the initial press of magic on magic made them both stiffen and
groan, the different shades of crimson melding together at every point of
contact. They’d been doing this for fuck knows how long, but they both still
savored the first connection no matter how desperate either was to get off.
 
But he knew that this was about as much enjoyment as he was going to get out of
this session.
 
Sans let the point of his tongue twitch eagerly along the underside of
Papyrus’s shaft, having memorized everything that pleased him most while
eliciting a deep rumble that nearly rattled his own bones. Mindful of his
teeth, he crept further along the magic limb, teasing the lower crest of its
owners pelvis before coming back up to bathe the tip in his drool again.
 
He wasn’t shy about this. Not anymore. As aggressive and terrifying as it
almost always was, Sans still reveled in being with brother like this. Despite
being the younger of the two, Papyrus was insanely powerful, able to take an
incredible amount of damage and dish it out ten fold. Sans himself was no
slouch in terms of magic strength and ability, surpassing his brother
easily..but that 1 HP would be his downfall if not for Papyrus.
 
When they were young, Sans had been the overbearing one, not allowing his
little brother outside alone and only trusting him with his best friend Undyne.
Back then Papyrus was still kind-hearted and loving, a glimmer of hope in their
rapidly devolving world, to be protected at all costs. He hadn’t been able to
understand what was happening around them, why monsters kept hurting and taking
from each other. He’d wanted to get stronger so that one day he could join the
Royal Guard with Undyne, to be a defender of monster-kind and show them all the
error or their cruel, violent ways.
 
A while after it first came up, Sans had reluctantly consented to the training,
telling him it would be a lot of hard work and of the potential danger. That
didn’t seem to phase him a bit. Then after years of listening to him prattle on
about how he was going to change their world without hurting a single person,
Sans finally told him it was a fucking stupid idea, to get over it quick
because he wasn’t going to sit back and watch his brother get himself dusted.
He’d left him alone in the house after that, demanding he not take a single
step outside until he got back from Grillby’s.
 
He should’ve known better. Papyrus had just come out of childhood, headstrong
and confident. He’d been resolute to prove to Sans that he could take care of
himself and others no matter what. And he’d gotten the chance to prove himself
that same day.
 
Sans cast the memory aside and grunted as his head was pushed back, detaching
his tongue from the taller skeleton’s dick. The magic appendage in his mouth
still tingled eagerly, lapping up their combined liquefied essence while aching
to get back in contact with its partner. Papyrus never stopped him before
finishing at least once…unless…
 
His right socket snapped shut just before the head of the other monster’s cock
slapped and nudged insistently against his cheekbone.
 
‘oh fuck...’
 
The reflexive shudder was definitely out of fear, but the eager hum of his
magic corresponding to his brother’s lessened his anxiety if only just a
little. This was going to hurt...
 
“c-come on boss...can’t we just-”
 
“YOU HAVE UNTIL THE COUNT OF THREE TO OBEY OR I WILL BREAK IT OPEN AND HAVE MY
WAY REGARDLESS...” Papyrus threatened with an ever darkening glare, lifting a
single finger. “ONE.”
 
Sans cursed under his breath. He didn’t have much choice did he?...Not when the
other was like this.
 
He had barely even lifted the lid of enchanted bone, the red light of his pupil
flickering momentarily before the socket was suddenly filled with foreign
magic, stretching it to capacity. He could feel the physical manifestation of
the other’s lust pulse strongly, the excess of its power oozing around the
straining bone and sliding down his face. It dripped down his teeth and over
his tongue, mingling with his drool. The taste was incredible as expected, but
it didn’t do much for the discomfort as the hairline cracks around the socket
gaped slightly.
 
A sudden sharp snap of Papyrus’s hips drove his vicious length all the way to
the back of Sans’s skull, creating a painful burst that reverberated through
every bit of him as their bones collided. The shorter skeleton cursed loudly
and grasped frantically at his brother hips, desperate to keep him still at
least a moment longer. He was vaguely impressed and thankful that Papyrus
didn’t scold or strike at him for doing so, knowing that in a day or two he
wouldn’t have as much restraint.
 
Sans didn’t even try to bite back the hiss and groan of pain as Papyrus started
to move. He leaned forward in an attempt to follow the motion through and keep
him in place, but was jerked back and held by his leash. Every bone of his body
shuddered at the agonizingly slow movements, soothed faintly only by the
mingling of their magic. His socket could only stretch so far so it wasn’t
going to get any better from here.
 
It didn’t take long for Papyrus to find his rhythm, harsh thrusts that
repeatedly hammered the inside of Sans’s skull to the point the subservient
monster feared the bone would finally split open. While one hand kept a firm
hold on the leash, the other, its ungloved condition going unnoticed til now,
grasped at Sans’s chin and forced the thumb into the corner of his mouth. With
his jaw wedged open, a torrent of tainted saliva spilled from between the gaps
of his fangs, coating the fingers that curled under his chin and dampening his
shirt more. That demanding digit shifted and stroked the edges of the wide
pointed teeth before shoving inward to molest the tongue inside, pushing down
and stroking the conjured muscle.
 
Sans could identify the taste of his master’s bones and magic easily, but there
was something new there, a flavor he’d never experienced blending in with what
he already knew well. It made his tongue tingle and his soul ripple with a new
found desire. Panting raggedly, he pushed against the invading thumb, eager to
search for more of whatever covered the long digits. Papyrus’s hand was
practically soaked with it from finger tips to wrist, seeped within his joints
and hiding in the crevices of his fused metacarpals. He savored it with every
stroke of his tongue, drawing his attention away from the straining of his
socket as his brother’s thrusts became erratic.
 
It wasn’t much longer until Papyrus’s pelvis collided with his face again, this
time staying in place and grinding bone against bone as his cock throbbed
strongly in the unyielding space. Sans could feel and taste the other monster’s
essence spilling against the inside of his skull, dripping down and coating the
back of his tongue where it was absorbed hungrily. He basked in his master’s
strained grunting and satisfied groans as he spent until his magic dissipated.
 
The usual words of praise and endearment went unsaid as Papyrus roughly shoved
San’s head back and dropped the leash, freeing his hands to do up his pants
again. The shorter skeleton just leaned back and shuddered, used and
unsatisfied while his master's magic filled in the new cracks caused in his
fervor. He rubbed the abused but healed socket and grit his fangs at the order
to finish cleaning the carpet then take care of his pet, not bothering to
respond as his brother stalked away and up to his room.
 
“...the fuck was that about?” Sans snarled after Papyrus disappeared, the door
slamming behind him and rattling the wall around the frame.
 
At the very least he got a pat on the head and a kind word for his hard work,
even at the peak of the other’s heat. Had the human done something else to piss
him off that much? He wouldn’t be surprised...Fucking hell, this human had
almost no sense of self preservation.
 
Groaning loudly, the bulky skeleton monster pulled himself up to stand, giving
a bored glance at the mixed magic stains on his shirt that were already
starting to fade. His dark shorts were still tented, a bright red glow
emanating through the fabric behind a small, damp and shimmering spot. For a
moment he debated on whether or not to take care of it first then finish
cleaning. In the end he begrudgingly decided not to risk his brother catching
him slacking off and returned to his task.
 
Finally done, Sans gathered up his supplies and hobbled into the kitchen, his
joints flared and aching worse than before. He stopped in the doorway, his open
eye falling on the crumpled heap of human on the floor. She was facing away
from him completely still and for a moment he felt a sting of panic, his grip
tightening around the bucket’s handle.
 
Fuck! Fucking Papyrus! If he killed his pet just to teach him a lesson he was
going to-…! He didn’t know...but god damn it all! He should’ve known this was
going to happen. He should’ve never left her alone. He should’ve-
 
His thought process screeched to a halt as he caught the slight rise of her
shoulder, the faintest of breaths. He sighed out a groan of relief and
exhaustion. Today had been way too fucking much…
 
Moving closer he took in her rumpled appearance. The bottom of the tight
fitting sweater that had come down to her knees was bunched at her waist,
leaving everything below her lower back exposed. The bit of skin peeking out
just under that lacey crimson thing Alphys called underwear was almost the same
color, bruises forming in some spots with the obvious imprint of his brother’s
hand.
 
Fuck...What a sight...Her cries had been delicious and now he was even more
disappointed that he’d missed the show. At least she was alive, meaning that
there was opportunity for a repeat performance possible co-staring himself. He
certainly hadn’t learned after the first session and if her rebellious streak
held up then neither would she. Now he was actually looking forward to her next
act of defiance.
 
Sans snickered to himself, swiping his sleeve under his teeth to collect his
drool as he stepped over to her other side so he could store the bucket away.
It was then he caught the glimmer of her soul resting upright on the floor
beside her, genuinely surprised that Papyrus had just left it out. Crouching
down he reached out, first to brush the tangled locks from her face where he
caught the scent and sight of drying blood on her lips and the light bruising
on the edge of her brow beside her temple.
 
“heh...he really worked you over.” He murmured while grinning cruelly, glancing
down at the human’s pulsating soul.
 
Just as his phalanges came in contact with the luminescent heart shape, Frisk
drew in a soft but sharp gasp, scaring the hell out of him. He watched her face
to see if she would wake, but slowly her body settled again, her expression
drawn up in discomfort as if she could still feel the pain while unconscious.
The same couldn’t be said for her soul though. While it had been ages since
he’d seen a human soul, he’d definitely never seen one behave like this.
 
The magic within the red heart shifted around like a snow globe in constant
motion, following the inner edge of the glass-like shell like a steady current
swirling towards the center. Occasionally its flow would quicken and waver, the
soft red glow radiating outward. He was close enough feel it resonate with the
unsatisfied hum of his own soul, recognizing the similar sensation as a groan
rumbled in his chest.
 
“so...you actually liked it a little, huh pet?” The skeleton almost purred as
he plucked the heart from the floor delicately.
 
Sans watched as the glistening substance inside hastened again at his touch,
spiraling faster and pulsing in rhythm with the girl’s soft, but heavy
breathing. It was almost weightless as he held it up between the tip of his
thumb and index finger, the glossy surface yielding under the faintest bit of
pressure. So her soul was just as malleable as her body...He didn’t know why
that excited him so much.
 
Tired of feeling the cold kitchen floor on his feet, Sans pocketed the glowing
heart before scooping Frisk up in both arms, cradling her to his chest. Her
head fell against his clavicle as he stood, one arm wrapped around her
shoulders while the other supported her limp form just under her knees. A quiet
sound of discontent sighed out from her dry, bloodied lips and whisked across
his partially exposed manubrium and the vertibae of his neck, causing the magic
between them to flare and ache more.
 
“fuck me...” He growled out to no one, his sharp fingertips scraping the pale,
bruised flesh of her thigh until she whimpered in distress. “pssh… alright, can
it pet. we're goin’ to bed…”
 
Definitely not up to hearing any more crap from the flower or wanting to put
the effort into walking to his room, Sans phased through the void and dropped
directly onto his bed. Frisk grunted softly, but otherwise remained unconscious
as he laid her down. Instead of arranging her in the usual spot at the foot of
his bed, he placed her length-wise across the bare mattress, her arms limp
beside her. Giving a great yawn and stretch that made several joints pop
noisily, the bulky skeleton flopped down parallel to the sleeping human, not
even bothering to remove his jacket.
 
Sleep sounded incredible after the day they had, but it was still somewhat
early and he was more than a little keyed up. The fingertips of the hand
propping his head up scratched lightly at the faintly glowing rim of his open
socket while the other hand drummed them on his raised knee. He usually didn’t
take the time to really admire the human girl like this, making himself a
mental note to do it more often. She seemed somewhat at peace now, her chest
rising and falling slowly with each deep breath. There was still a trace of
discomfort on her face, even in slumber. He’d take care of that in the morning.
If anything, maybe waking up with the pain will help reinforce Papyrus’s
lesson.
 
His thoughts drifted to the soul resting in his pocket and with much care, he
held it up to a wayward ray of faint light filtering in from between the
curtains framing the window above his bed. Without it, she was even more
vulnerable. That much he knew, but she was a special case. Unlike the other
humans that fell before her, she didn’t fight back. She hadn’t gained any LV,
not a single bit of EXP, making her weaker than the smallest Froggit. Because
of this, the inside of her soul shown with a purity he hadn’t seen in ages.
 
“ya know…you’re lucky as hell kid. coulda been a lot worse for ya..”
 
He could still feel the faint traces of his brother’s essence as he stroked the
flat edge of his thumb bone over the pliable, glass-like shell. In his hand,
the human’s magic shimmered brighter then swirled faster again, giving another
strong pulse that rippled out as if to reach out or even call to his. On the
mattress Frisk began to tremble, her breath quickening and her fingers curling
into fists. Sans watched her closely, enthralled with the way her physical form
responded to his gentle caress. When he slid his thumb between the curves at
the top of the heart and she whimpered so wantonly, he almost lost his fucking
mind.
 
He’d taken the opportunity to flip through some of the books Alphys kept while
she ran her...’tests’ on the human. It seemed like they procreated in a similar
way that monster’s did, but where as his kind needed a physical connection as
well a simultaneous soul bond, all humans needed was to jam their parts
together to make kids. There was no physical record and no one had known to how
their souls responded to physical stimulation outside of pain. Until today that
is.
 
Curiosity peaked further, he dragged his thumb down to the point at the base of
the heart, slowly following the trail Papyrus’s magic left behind and applying
more pressure. Another shuddering gasp escaped his girl, her back bowing
slightly as her legs clamped shut. The thigh high stockings she usually wore
didn’t do much to conceal much of the old or new bruises and scars, but he
hadn’t exactly taken time to observe her while undressed unless he was tending
her wounds. There was something about the way her smooth skin was mottled with
faded splotches of dark purple and yellowish-green that surrounding jagged pale
lines.
 
Fuck...As if he couldn’t get any harder, the tent in his shorts throbbing
painfully and glowing brighter. Papyrus had the right idea after all. If this
was how she reacted while unconscious, he couldn’t wait to see her face if she
woke up. She’d probably be embarrassed, fear mixed with this quaint sense of
modesty he found almost comical, causing her to panic and beg him to stop.
 
But of course, he wouldn’t…She was his after all...All his.
 
And who knows? Maybe this would prove to be a more effective training
technique. Paps wasn't lying when he said the right kind of incentive could go
a long way and it had certainly worked for him after a while, the reward worth
his compliance.
 
His trademark grin faltered slightly at that thought, his fangs gritting at the
reminder that he'd been jilted out of any recognition from Papyrus earlier.
More than likely because of something his pet did. He was left like this; sore,
tired, and hard as hell, because she couldn’t just be good. The human soul
clutched in his hand throbbed and bulged around his fingers as his grip
tightened, its host gasping and whining in discomfort as the pointed tips
scraped at its surface.
 
“doesn’t feel too good now huh, disobedient bitch…”
 
He had half a mind to crush it between his bones, mashing it to a pulp between
the digits before flinging it into the pile of clothes and garbage in the
corner of his room...But that would be a waste, wouldn't it? Instead he
loosened his hold until the human slumped back down, breathing heavily with her
cheeks flushed and forehead dotted with tiny clear beads of sweat.
 
Curious, he leaned in closer, noting how her unique human scent was stronger
than usual and making him more certain that it would eventually be imbedded
into his mattress. Not that he was really complaining as he idly swiped at the
drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. Just inches from her brow he drew
a deep breath, the ridge of his nasal passage twitching slightly.
 
He sniffed again. Then once more, his eyelights brightening as his lids
lowered. They caught the movement as a small droplet rolled down her bruised
temple and without a second thought he quickly manifested his tongue to catch
it.
 
‘fuckin' stars!...’
 
If he could harvest this flavor, he'd never touch another bottle of mustard
again. It was a light salty taste that tingled the top of the magic appendage
before letting him fully savor her skin, relishing in how her soft flesh gave
slightly under the press of his tongue. As if that wasn't enough to urge him
into making another pass, he started to pick up on an underlying sweetness he'd
sampled before.
 
It had the faintest charge to it, causing the crimson magic forming his tongue
and pulsating within his bones from his skull all the way down to his toes to
thrum excitedly. Once he recognized it as the same substance he'd tasted on
Papyrus's hand, he realized that he was tasting her magic, the very essence of
her soul…and it was divine.
 
Sans had never tasted anything like it. Nothing even came close. For a moment
he wondered if all humans tasted like this, but quickly dismissed the thought.
His human was already unique, her red soul of determination being only one of
many ways she stood out in comparison to the others that had fallen.
 
Speaking of which…
 
Turning his attention back to said soul trapped in his grip, he noticed how the
glistening heart itself had become more malleable and slick, a pinkish
viscosity smeared across his phalanges and seeping between the digits. It
marveled him how similar their soul composition was, having witnessed his own
inverted soul react the same way when manipulated just right many times.
 
Then a devious thought struck him, bringing out a grin that nearly split his
skull in two.
 
Shifting closer and propping himself up to watch the girl closely, Sans brought
the glowing soul to his mouth, pausing briefly to take in her scent again. At
the first brush of his tongue over the glossy surface he literally saw stars,
the direct contact and raw flavor of her soul almost overwhelming the skeleton
monster. It ignited every nerve throughout his system, leaving him dazed,
breathless, and craving more.
 
The intensity was almost terrifying and potentially addictive...
 
Drawing on a surprising amount of will power, Sans made himself disengage, not
giving a damn for the fresh saliva that stained his shirt and mattress. His
attention was fixed on the lingering sensations teasing his tongue and the
dimly lit sight in front of him.
 
Frisk had arched off the mattress so high he thought she was going to sit right
up out of her slumber, her toes and fingers clenched so hard they were turning
white. With her head turned towards him he could see her lashes fluttering with
the twitch of her eyelids, her pinkened cheeks noticeable even in the red glow
of her magic, and her lips parted as the neediest little whines escaped her.
 
As soon as his tongue broke contact she flopped back onto the mattress with a
soft cry, not even opening her eyes. Between her still clenched fists and knit
brow, she seemed to still be in pain though her blush and bare, quivering legs
said otherwise. That and the breathless whimpers as her chest rose and fell
under the fitted sweater…
 
It was a miracle he hadn't blown his load in his shorts then and there, though
the peak of his tent was growing more and more damp the longer he held off. Why
the fuck was he waiting anyways? Nothing was stopping him. He should’ve just
finished himself off and gone to sleep, but damn it all he was curious. About
what, he wasn't entirely sure.
 
At first he’d just wanted to know more about his human's body; its functions,
reflexes, and what limits he could push it to. Would it break before her will
did or would her soul shatter first? But after feeling...That…something so
similar to what he felt when he was with Papyrus…He couldn't tell if he was
intrigued, scared, or both.
 
Either way he just couldn’t take his sockets off her, his eyelights roaming
from her pink cheeks and parted lips to the swell of her breasts and the small
peaks that strained the knit fabric before coming to the red scrap of fabric
that stood out against her pale thighs. What was it about her that caught his
attention? Her anatomy wasn’t too dissimilar from a few of the female monsters
that had offered their ‘services' in the past…Wasn’t that an interesting
thought…
 
Regardless, whatever it was he didn't have the brain power or fucks to give
towards figuring it out right now. All he wanted was to get his rocks off and
crash. And since his pet was at fault, she was going to help him, conscious or
not.
 
With a gentleness he hadn't used in ages, the burly skeleton placed the girl's
shining soul over her chest, watching it hover in place for a moment while
lighting up her face more. She wouldn’t be able to return it to her body on her
own so he quite literally held her life in his hands. That knowledge made the
magic rush within his bones.
 
Hands now free he made a grab for the waistband of his shorts, not even trying
to hold back his groan of relief as he shoved it down past his hips. His
glowing cock bobbed free, illuminating the space between them as the tip oozed
with potent magic. While his shown more brightly, it was a darker shade of red
compared to hers while Papyrus's was even darker than his.
 
It hovered in the air merely inches from Frisk’ flesh, shimmering and twitching
as if it were trying to reach her. It’s supposed intentions were thwarted for
the moment as anxious bones wrapped around it just below the head, eliciting a
sharp gasp then a shuddering sound of pleasure.
 
“oh…f-fuck!...”
 
Now THAT was an interesting feeling.
 
The residual magic from his handling of her soul had coated his bones and
seeped into his joints, reacting to his conjured organ almost as intensely as
when he'd taken a taste. He throbbed eagerly within his own grasp, a mostly
clear, red fluid seeping from the head and pooling onto the mattress as he
finally began to stroke himself off.
 
Heavily lidded sockets stayed trained on her, taking in every little detail
while repeatedly coming back to her lips that even split and blood stained
looked so soft and tantalizing. He envisioned his thick, glistening cum
streaked across them, dripping down her chin and onto her lap. He wondered if
she would enjoy the taste like other females seemed to. Would she experience a
similar reaction to his magic as he did to hers?
 
Curious, he shifted his hips closer so that he could brush his leaking tip over
the bruised skin of her thigh, watching the way his essence left a luminescent
track before he smeared it around. He was surprised that his heady groan didn’t
wake her. While he couldn’t feel her magic through her physical body as
strongly, she was still incredibly soft and warm to the touch, her skin
shifting slightly with his movements as he continued to handle himself.
 
Sans loved the way red looked on her skin, be it from a fresh wound, his
oppressive magic, or those panties he kept brushing against. He was losing
himself in the sensation, working his bones fervently over the shaft of his
needy cock. But it wasn't enough. He found himself pulling Frisk closer now,
slipping one arm under and around her shoulders to turn her back towards him
while his other hand abandoned its task to fit her hips flush against his
pelvis. This way if she woke before he finished she would be pinned facing
away, unable to do much more than struggle.
 
But he wasn’t going to deny that he kind of hoped she would and what he
wouldn’t give to see her face if she did.
 
His glowing member angled down and slid against the back of her undergarment,
the head slipping across the silk before digging against the cleft of her rear
to bask in the heat radiating from the juncture of her thighs. He almost found
release there, his hips bucking forward slightly as his skull tucked down
against her shoulder. The girl's short, tossled hair stuck to the sweat beading
on his skull, smothering him in her scent with each ragged inhale.
 
Boned fingers clutched at flesh and fabric, craving more contact with the warm
body he spooned around. The hand wrapped across her front tugged at the long
sweater, drawing it further up her prone form until her flat stomach was
exposed to his touch. The sharp tips of his fingers grazed back and forth over
the skin just below her navel up to her lower ribs, enjoying its pliability
along with the quiet sounds that caught in her throat.
 
Sans wasn’t used to touching her or anyone so tenderly unless he was providing
her care after a harsh beating, but it seemed to have some very pleasing
results. Peering over her shoulder the skeleton caught sight of the human soul
again, still hovering upright before Frisk's chest. He watched as the magic
within swirled rapidly and radiated outward with soft pulses, sending out
undeniable signals to his own.
 
Intertwining magic was an important step for mating in monsters, though it was
more intense and meaningful for those with compatible souls. Did human souls
behave the same way or was it the same reaction no matter who they fucked? No
doubt his pet wouldn't be able to answer that question. She barely knew how to
handle what was happening to her body now. He wondered if she had even the
smallest inkling as to what her soul was conveying to his. If pressed, would
she still resist him or would she surrender to its need?
 
Either way it didn't matter. She wasn't going anywhere without the threat of
punishment from him and Paps or death from the other denizens of the
Underground. She already showed them that she valued her life and the weed’s
enough to do whatever they told her to. Though Sans was more than a little
curious to find out just how far she could be pushed, what her breaking point
was.
 
But that was something he could look into later. For now she was going to make
up for the state he’d been left in.
 
Grasping under a bare knee, the thick boned skeleton lifted the unconscious
girl's leg to give his cock just enough room to spring up between her thighs.
The intensity of his hard on caused it to spring up and smack lightly against
the front of the heated silk with a groan he could feel from his rib cage
through hers. Memories of previous conquests teased him as he adjusted so that
her thighs cradled him, urging him to go further than just skin on bone and
magic.
 
The smoothness and warmth of her body was more than enough for him to handle
right now, leaving him breathless as he relished the embrace for a bit longer.
He could already feel his soul clenching and the magic between his joints and
vertebrae tensing for his impending release. The first surge forward was almost
the last, the viscosity of his lust giving the perfect bit of slickness that
allowed him to move against her without resistance.
 
The curve of her ass fit against the front of his pelvic bone almost perfectly,
a completely different feeling from any fur, slime, or bone he'd felt before.
Returning his hand to her hip Sans reared back for another thrust, burying his
nasal ridge into the side of her neck just below her dainty ear. He was
engulfed in the scent of leather from her collar, sweat, blood, and his pet's
unique musk and knew without a doubt her hair and sweater would be soaked in
his saliva before he was done.
 
Oh well. If she needed help washing up when she woke, he would gladly take
responsibility as a good master and bathe his pet.
 
And that imagery was all he needed before he finally gave in and started
bucking against her steadily. His grasps on her thigh turned harsh, raking over
her skin as it moved up to stabilize her hips. The soft wail of pain she made
in her sleep was down right delicious. It brought back the scene of her
strapped to Alphys' examination chair, bare, terrified, and helpless to the
‘tests'.
 
He pictured that she would have the same look on her face if she were awake
now, the thought bringing his tongue to loll out as he grunted and groaned in
time with his movements. He could taste the thin layer of sweat forming on her
skin, too lost in the light squeeze of her thighs to give a shit about the damp
strands of hair that stuck to his chin and wrapped around the slippery organ.
 
Broad, boney hips picked up speed, the crest of his pelvis cradling her rear
each time he pushed forward while the slickness of his magic caused the bone to
smack lightly against flesh and silk. The angle allowed him to thrust his cock
so far he could see over her shoulder that nearly half of it was breeching her
thighs, it’s bulbous head drooling as badly as his tongue was.
 
The shaft was swollen and pulsating stronger than he'd ever felt before. It
fucking hurt like hell too, pushing him to pump his hips harder to relieve the
ache. He was drowning in her scent, softness, and warmth, the soft whimpers and
heavy breathing of his pet filling his skull and driving him wild with lust.
 
It wasn't hard to imagine what it would be like to plunge himself bones deep
into his human. After skimming through the books, he had a rough idea how her
body worked. It would be easy too with only this scrap of fabric between them,
but he was too close. If anything or anyone stopped him now, he’d fucking lose
it and not in a good way.
 
His hips began to piston frantically, phalanges grasping desperately at
whatever flesh he could reach. With his jaw dropping open, the monster finally
gave up trying to stifle the louder groans hat could draw attention from down
the hall. That was the last thing either of them needed, but shit if he didn't
come soon he-
 
Razor sharp teeth suddenly snapped shut, almost catching his tongue as he
hissed out a string of curses. He almost didn't even recognize the sensation of
his own orgasm when it hit. Release struck him with the force of a freight
train, knocking the breathe from him and rattling his bones so hard he though
his joints were going to burst and shatter him to pieces. Every inch of his
body throbbed in time with his soul, leaving him feeling incorporeal and unable
to tell up from down.
 
The only thing anchoring him to the world was his nearly crushing grip on the
human girl and the scent of fresh blood vaguely teasing his nasal passages.
When he finally became aware of his surroundings again he could hear his own
ragged breathing and the soft, pained whimpers from his pet. His claws had sunk
in deep, rending the flesh of her hip and side while staining his hands.
 
The wounds were superficial, nothing he was about to panic over so he just laid
still, cradling the limp girl close while he recovered. His magic eventually
faded, the flaccid cock and tongue leaving behind the dampness from his saliva
and a few thick streaks of luminescent, red cum on the mattress.
 
“heh...what a waste…” He muttered while grinning lazily into Frisk's shoulder,
watching the stain slowly begin to vanish as well. “if you're good pet, the
next ones all yours…”
 
Lifting his head just enough, he was able to enjoy the sight of residual magic
dripping down the human's thigh. But it never reached the bed, instead seeping
into her bruised skin. His brow knit down into a scowl as he watched the
unusual phenomenon, sitting up to get a better look.
 
“the fuck?...” Sans muttered under his breath, rolling Frisk onto her back and
ignoring the discontented sound she made.
 
Any trace of his magic was gone, dissolved into her flesh and not only that.
Even without the stronger glow of his magic, her soul lit the area just enough
for him to see that most of the darker splotches and even some of the scars
across the top and inside of her thighs had lightened if not vanished
completely. Even the fresh marks from Papyrus were almost gone.
 
That wasn't supposed to happen…right? Only compatible monsters could absorb
each others magic, as far as he knew. And none of the females he’d had before
were able to do that, only Papyrus.
 
Shit. More questions. Just what he needed.
 
Fuck it. He wasn’t dealing with this right now.
 
With a lazy flick of his wrist he returned Frisk's soul to her body, ignoring
the sharp intake of breath before her body settled in silence once more. He
reached out to fix her clothing but found himself unable to actually touch her,
his fingers twitching anxiously. Instead he begrudgingly shrugged off his
jacket, muttering obscenities to himself as he threw it over her before
flopping onto his back and turning to face the wall.
 
He left her laying on the opposite side of the mattress, not caring to treat
her wounds or move her to her rightful place at the foot of the bed. He'd take
care of that in the morning…after he called Alphys. Today had just been too
much…
 
Giving one last rub over his itching sockets, Sans finally closed his eyes and
let himself settle into a restless sleep, his dreams taunting him with visions
of crimson on pale skin.
Chapter End Notes
     Well there you have it. Sorry if you think it's a total tease Lol!
      
     I'm looking forward to writing the next chapter but I would really
     really appreciate some input from you all on what should happen next.
     I have too many ideas of my own so just throw some at me and we'll
     see what plays out.
      
     Thank you for sticking around and being so patient <3 You guys are
     the best!
End Notes
     And there you have it. If you liked it, awsome! Let me know in the
     comments. If you didnt, well..you were warned.
     I dont know when or if I'll get the next chapter out. Working full
     time plus baby leaves little freetime. It took almost 2 weeks just to
     finish this much @×@
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