Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 26•

WARNING: This chapter contains non-con, non-descriptive nudity, graphic violence, and other sensitive themes. There will be a summary at the end of the chapter. Viewer Discretion Advised. 

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You could barely feel when Gaster was finished with you. Cuts and bruises cover your already-thin frame, painting red swatches on papery skin.

Death is starting to look mighty good.

"Hm. I may have gotten carried away," Gaster comments from somewhere in the room. Your eyes are squeezed shut as broken pleas murmur from your mouth, soft as a whisper.

The sound of running water distracts you, as well as the sound of a glass being filled. Something presses against your lips and you shy away.

"It's water," Gaster's voice is impossibly close, which both unnerves and comforts you. "Drink."

Well, I have nothing to lose, you do as instructed, greedily gulping down the liquid - which gives no indication of not being water - with a relieved sigh.

The water tastes heavenly, soothing your raw, parched throat. The feeling blooming in your chest is one of hesitant gratitude, though you can't bring yourself to care about the gratitude part.

At this point, survival is the only thing that matters.

***

Dream hated feeling powerless. Whether it be an ancient instinct ingrained in his subconscious or a fresh, stinging memory, the feeling of powerlessness always hurt.

-Just like Nightmare-

He felt powerless when Nightmare ate the apple, and now, your kidnapping made him feel powerless once more. What kind of guardian was he if he couldn't even save his friends?!

It was Ink, surprisingly, who'd been the most forthcoming about his fears. Truthfully, you could very well be dusted, and none of them would ever know.

That was the fault in monster death; no trace was left.

He didn't want that for you.

For anyone.

Yet here he was, patrolling the anti-void with Blue and Sans (he never understood why he went as 'Sans', as they were all technically 'Sanses'). Even Nightmare and his gang had led helping phalanges, which was quite surprising. It had been a long, long time since he'd seen his brother so concerned for the welfare of another.

Then again, your welfare was quite important.

Dream had a hunch about Nightmare's behavior; he liked you. It wasn't that surprising, almost every Sans had some sort of thing for you, platonic or otherwise. Himself included. Your kind yet stern personality, semi-snarky humor, and general aura were quite refreshing.

It wasn't hard to understand why you were so well-liked.

"DREAM, ARE YOU OKAY?" Blue's voice interrupted him from further musings. Said skeleton's eyelights were bright with worry as he questioned the protector of happiness. "YOU KEEP ZONING OUT."

Ink paused, too, studying Dream with his multicolored eyelights. "if you're tired-"

"No thank you," Dream interrupted hastily. "I'm fine, Ink, Blue. Let's continue."

"...ALRIGHT," Blue dropped the subject, though he didn't look all that convinced. "LET'S MOVE ON. THIS AU'S EMPTY."

Wordlessly, Ink opened another portal. "come on."

Manually checking every possible AU wasn't the best, nor quickest, idea, but it worked. Dream stepped through the portal, followed by Ink and Blue.

What surprised him, however, was Horror standing in the middle of said AU, fiddling with his phalanges. His single engorged eyelight zeroed in on them, contracting noticeable. "...you..."

What in the multiverse?

"HORROR?" Blue looked as confused as Dream felt. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE."

The giant skeleton studied them for an uncomfortably long amount of time before speaking. "...searching. dust's... here, too."

"OH. DO YOU WANT HELP?"

"no."

With that, Horror turned and began to lumber away.

It's now or never.

"Wait!" Dream called out. Horror turned.

"...what?"

"If you find something, could you please notify us?"

Horror thought for a moment, then slowly nodded. "maybe."

Dream exhaled in relief. At least it wasn't 'no'. "Thank you."

The giant skeleton walked off. "..."

Dream felt a strange sense of pride.

***

Gaster was practically on you as soon as you finished guzzling the water. His hand taps your uncovered clavicle. "Now, we will continue."

Panic curls in your gut. Oh stars, there's more?!

His phalanges trail down to your sternum, feeling for something. You hoped that the molestation would stop once he found whatever the hell he was looking for.

"This won't hurt a bit," with a flick of his hand, your SOUL, a shimmering red and green heart, pops out.

...You knew. And you hated it.

A distressed chirp tore from your mouth. The heart seems to pulse a bit dimmer. "Put it back, please."

He ignores you, carefully guiding the your SOUL away. The feeling was so wrong, like a hole in your chest. More pleas leave your lips. "Stop!"

Gaster tsks. "And I thought we were beyond this childish behavior."

His index phalange brushes the top of your SOUL, sending a disgusting shiver down your spine.

This is so wrong-

"How interesting. It reacts to even the softest stimulation."

A strangled whimper leaves your throat. "No! Stop!"

Another, bolder touch has you gasping. Though wrong, it feels good, in a crazy sort of way.

You strain against your restraints, muscles flexing as they attempt to break from the heavy confines. Unfortunately, the restraints are well-made, and don't even budge.

I'm trapped.

Panic swells in your chest. Your SOUL dims. "Don't touch it!"

"No," Gaster replies smoothly, cupping the small heart in his hands. "I think I'll be keeping this."

And you cry. Tears streak down your face, staining your cheeks in salty liquid. Everything hurts and feels good at the same time.

It's too much.

With one last gasping breath, your slump into the table and pass out.

"Sweet dreams, pet."

***

...That was heavy. I'm sad now.

For those who decided to skip the chapter: Gaster tortures the reader and forces her to do things she doesn't want to. He decided to keep her SOUL, though the reason is currently unknown.