A possible part two may be released.
You had been down here for a while. The monsters had gotten used to you and you had to throw away your innocent, sweet nature - well, thats what the monsters thought anyway. Ever since you got here you were practically adopted by Sans and Papyrus. You were weak at the time, you came looking for your little brother Frisk. Of course, you found him, he was with the skeleton brothers, too. If it wasn't for him you'd probably be dead and forgotten by now.
I T ' S K I L L O R B E K I L L E D
That quote is what most monsters live off; kill or be killed. However, Frisk slowly earned their love and respect. You were somewhat new to the underground, you haven't even met Asgore! You got on well with Grillby and most of the other monsters like Undyne and Muffet. But The skeleton brothers despised you. Sure, you where living with them but Sans would constantly tease you and insult you. He was easily irritated and gets nervous when things don't go his way and gets frustrated to the point of screaming. He calls you 'Baby Cakes' and 'Cutie pie' and sometimes is very sweet to you but would always end it bitterly with him getting worked up and pushing you or laughing at your flustered face. He pissed you off beyond belief. One time, he even locked you in his cupboard for 3 hours because he thought you were claustrophobic. He was the biggest dickhead of them all. Papyrus, however, had his heart set on capturing you. To him you were nothing more than a lousy human that ate his spaghetti - thats what you thought anyway. He wore a black shirt of sorts which made his chest and shoulders look broad and manly. the shoulders had some sort of hard, plastic spikes on the ends and where probably supposed to be scary. The shirt had a golden triangle with a single stripe above it, a symbol of sorts? His skull was smooth and chiseled except from one side of his face. from his right eye upwards there was all sorts of cracks and chips. You presumed these where battle-scars... or battle-cracks...? He always looked angry or defensive. his eyes where almost all black except from two small red dots for pupils. He had long, silky red gloves on that made him look muscular - if that was possible. His waist was small and a pair of slim, black jeans delicately covered his legs with blood red, knee high heels. He was always an asshole, even to Sans. He would often correct the others and was very good at manipulation.
Anyway, you where on the sofa eating a not-so-nicecream (See what i did there?) and watching the music channel. You really wanted some food but you where scared of going to Grillbys on your own because you needed to pay your tab. You owed him about 1,500G and you didn't really have the money so he'd either get you to work there for a few weeks or get you to... get 'personal' with him on a physical stage. Sure, when youre drunk out of your mind you'd end up babbling on about how you hated it here. He was a very prestigious man, his flame was purple and he only drank the finest wines. But you'd heard stories about him being a very kinky man and owned a lot of 'toys'. You did NOT want to pay your tab like that. So, you stayed at home and heated up Papyrus' spaghetti and he'd probably hit you for not asking to eat it. You heard the front door open and saw Frisk walking in with Papyrus.
"Hey Frisky! How was the forest today? see any humans?" You knelt down to him and ruffled his hair. He shook his head, smiling at your touch. Papyrus watched you as he took off his scarf, hanging it on his peg. Frisk jumped onto the sofa and grabbed the remote, flicking through the channels. All the channels where somewhat morbid - even the kids shows. You glanced at Papyrus. He was taking off his his gloves and replacing them with black ones. You sighed. He has a strange logic.
"Frisk, What do you want to eat?" You where searching through the cupboards, forgetting about the spaghetti you heated up. As Frisk jogged to the kitchen you heard a light thump from above. It was Sans, he was in his room and he probably fell over. You chuckled at the thought. As Frisk climbed up the cupboard, Papyrus grabbed your hand and moved it away from the handle
"DON'T BOTHER COOKING, I'M MAKING DINNER TONIGHT" He said bluntly. He dropped your hand, not showing any sign of loveliness. However, you looked up at him. He was practically grinding on you, his pelvis against your back. You couldn't help but blush. He opened the cupboard and looked for something to cook. He paused and looked down at you and noticed you were completely frozen.
"WHAT THE FUCK? ARE YOU JUST GOING TO STAND THERE ARE YOU GOING TO MOVE AWAY FROM ME? SICKO." He teased, pushing himself against you. He was testing you, He did find you attractive but he decided to keep that a secret.
"Then move." You stated, completely frozen. You forced yourself to keep calm.
"FINE." he chuckled and slowly glided his hand down your thigh as he moved to the fridge, a shit-eating grin on his face. You bit your lip and walked to Frisk who was distracted by a grain of salt on the counter. You needed to distract yourself, Papyrus was trying to get your attention.
"Hey Frisk, wanna help me play a prank on Sans?" Frisk nodded violently, Jumping down off the counter and sprinting the his art cupboard, he knew what he wanted to do.
"(Y/N)... DO YOU THINK PRANKING MY BROTHER IS A GOOD IDEA?" Papyrus whispered, pulling you into his body, rubbing your sides. "YOU COULD BE HELPING ME MAKE DINNER." You felt his tounge snake down your neck.
"Yes." You answered simply. You where trying to show that you weren't giving into him
"YOU'LL BE PUNISHED." He threatened, digging his phalanges (Thats finger bones for you who don't know.) into your skin. You hissed, you hated him so much. Why was he doing this?
"papyrus my dude, stop. she obviously doesn't want your fucking ectodong for Asgores' sake" Sans called out, He was leaving the house. The second he left, Papyrus spun you around, pushing you against the counter, his body pressed against you. You didn't like where this was going.
"WHY WONT YOU GIVE INTO ME?" He begged, his eyes staring deep into yours. you felt your soul shake. "PLEASE..." His face was hard to read but then you heard... sobbing?
"PLEASE... LOVE ME. NOBODY HAS, EVER. I WANT TO KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO BE LOVED!" He whimpered into your shoulder. you stroked his back. As much as you hated him, this was really sad. You comforted him as much as possible without getting too friendly with him. You'd never seen him like this. What effect to you have on him?
"PEOPLE LIKE US DON'T HESITATE TO KILL EACH OTHER AND... IT ANNOYS ME. YOURE SO INNOCENT. I WANT TO LOVE YOU AND PROTECT YOU... PLEASE..."
" P L E A S E . . . "
