𝐅𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

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Warnig this one-shot may contain violence, swearing, addiction, suicide thought an actions, sexual thoughts.

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❝ He has this incredible way of making my soul do whatever the fuck he wants❞

                            ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Teddy Bear

No Teeth- as I'd dawned my frequent homeless companion- thankful wasn't besides the front porch when we reached our house. I don't have time for him trying to convince me to play his game of Dirty teeth domino while I already have fucking Boss holding me on his back Like I was some fragile fucking child.

I fumbled with the key as I tried to unlock the door. "Fuck," I gritted as I dropped the key, wanting to punch the fucking lock for existing.

"Sans," Boss sighed in a sort of exasperated way that tugged at that strange thing in my rib cage.

It's called a soul, fuckface.

I'd almost forgotten I'd had one of those.

For some reason that remained me of that demon child, eyes bloody red and the
appearance of a innocent child. But in reality it was a devil in disguise. With a reset button.

"Paps," I patronized

He snorted softly. "I the great and terrible Papyrus do not fancy nickname but I'll let this one slide this time.

I scoffed. "Who the hell gives approval to shorten someone's name like that?"

I didn't really occur to me then that I'd done exact same thing earlier.

He ignored me bending down to scoop up my key. He didn't even give it back to me, even thought he had his own spare key. Deciding to try every key on the ring until
he got to the right one. He exhaled once he heard the lock click.

"Fucking success," I mumbled, stumbing past him.

"I'm going to the bathroom, get some rest Sans you look shitty." He demanded, but I just ignored him, truding over to the couch and crawling onto it. It was one of the things I actually like about this damn house, since it was hella comfortable.

I closed my eye sockets as soon as I rested my head on the arm, already on the train full-speed ahead to nice-ass- sleep land. I loved sleeping drunk because I didn't dream and I didn't have the image of lifeless eye sockets haunting me.

I even forgot the prick was there until I felt my legs being lifted up before the couch dipped. My eye sockets snapped open. "What the fuck?"

I looked down to where Boss,was getting
fucking comfy on my goddamn favourite couch, on my shift time where he didn't belong.

I groaned, "why?" I asked simply, irritated beyond belief. "Why is it that every fucking time I forgot yea exist yea pop right back into my mind-I, mean life like a fucking weasel. And for fuck sake- don't yea have training with fish sticks are something?"

"If you have to know, I finished training a little earlier, so you have the great and terrible Papyrus all to yourself." He said in a proud voice as if there was no room
in the house.