The One That ♡ Couldn't Love (GasterSansXOC)

■Two of a Kind♤

⚠Warning!⚠ a bit of violence up ahead. Captivity and torture. I will give a summary at the end of the chapter for those who wish not to read it.⚠

Tomorrow... I can finally..... Rest...'

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G sat slumped against a cold wall in a dark and damp abandoned dungeon cell. His head was held up from a metal colar chained to the the wall, making it hard to fall asleep.

Sleep. The only escape he had from this nightmare. Unfortunately it was the most deprived thing in this hell. He had only slept a few times in his many days here. All he wanted was to sleep.

He had already lost his mind days ago, broken completely by his captor, and waited for death to take him. It still had yet to come.

Death. The only alternative to sleep, and days ago, he had accepted the idea and begged for it to come to him. It hadn't, and he was sure now it wouldn't. His captor would see to that.

G moaned in frustration. His legs were shattered and his forearms were across the room on the floor. The distal end of his humerus ached from the absence of the radius and ulna. It did more to his mind though than him physically.

However, the greatest thing that shamed the young monster, was every single tiny sound jumpstarted his SOUL. His captor used this to screw with his head even more, laughing maniacally when he scared the skeleton good.

G gave a shaky sigh, letting his broken mind drift around the same dark room that he had been confided in for countless days. His senses alerted him though to the foul scent of blood, misery, liquor and cigarettes.

The skeleton immediately huddled as tightly to the wall as was possible, his mind could only scream in terror, but no sound escaped his throat. His eyesockets were wide in fear, and his single yellow iris was constricted in panic. It only got worse when he heard the slow, malevolent footsteps of his captor.

The young skeleton shut his eyesockets tightly and turned his head away from the door. Perhaps if he didn't make eye contact, his captor would leave him alone. For now.

As fate would have it though for the poor broken soul, the evil that had imprisoned the youth was in the mood for pain.

G shivered as he heard the man laugh darkly. "Hey buddy. I'm just dying to play with my toy today. I know your excited." His deep, dark yet smooth and suggestive voice rang out through the cell.

G felt his SOUL crack again. It was already broken beyond repair, but that didn't mean it couldn't be damaged more. The young monster looked up nervously at the man standing over him.

He was a skeleton like himself. He was taller and older. His face looked much like his own though, he had matching cracks in his skull but his eyes glowed red and his teeth were very sharp. He wore a red sweater, a black choker with a yellow star, a black leather jacket with a brown fur lined hood and a long necklace with a yellow star that hung down to his stomach. He also wore black jeans and black boots.

He looked basically like an evil, older, more sadistic version of G.

"Hey, pet. Let's have fun~" The evil skeleton spat the word pet and sung the word fun. His evil, obscene smirk is what frightened G the most. It sent cold shivers down his damaged spine and a cold sweat on his bones. The younger skeleton gulped in fear, knowing what was about to happen.