He's Mine (COMPLETED)(Yandere Papyrus)

Chapter 1 - Sans

"You seem happy, Sans, what is it?"

The voice was high pitched and happy, booming throughout the small house in the small town called Snowdin. It was a warm and cozy house, decorated with Christmas decorations. When you walked inside, there was a purple and blue fluffy carpet, accompanied with a red/purple colored wall. There was a brown table to the right of the door, a single plate with a rock on it, covered lightly by multi-colored sprinkles. To the left was a large green sofa and flat screen T.V, a sock laying on the ground next to it. There was also a small table with a book with multiple books inside of it on it, next to the small table was a staircase leading to the two rooms. If you continued walking forward from the moment you entered the house, there was a kitchen with orange and red tiles for a floor with an extremely tall sink.

"Well, something cool happened today."

On the green couch lay a lazy skeleton with the name Sans. He was wearing a blue hoodie with a plain white t-shirt under it, a few ketchup stains spread across it. He was wearing black basketball shorts and pink slippers with then. He was a short skeleton with a smile on his skull as his white pupils focused on the T.V, completely relaxed into the couch.

"What happened?" His brother asked from the kitchen.

He was a tall skeleton with no pupils in his eye sockets, and a smile on his face as well. He was wearing a white top and blue bottom with long red boots on his feet. A long, red scarf flowed behind him as he stuck his head and chest into the living room, curiously looking at Sans.

"Asgore spared the human," Sans said, "So we have a new friend to hang out with. Does that count for something to be happy about?"

"Of course that counts Brother!" Papyrus said.

"Cool then," Sans said, returning his gaze back to the T.V.

"Sans," Papyrus said, "What do you think of the human?"

"Frisk is cool, they laugh at my puns," Sans said.

"No, I mean, do you consider her a friend, family?" Papyrus asked him.

"She's a nice friend," Sans said, "But hey, look, Mettaton is on."

"So he is!" Papyrus said, leaning against the couch as he watched the T.V.

"Hey, it's your favorite episode," Sans said, patting the couch next to him, "Sit down, you don't have to make spaghetti this early before dinner."

"If you insist!" Papyrus said, sitting down next to his brother.

To Papyrus, he didn't give a single crap about this show. In fact, he thought it was pretty stupid. A robot making cake? He could do that himself! Why would we waste time watching a robot make something while talking about only how "fabulous" he was when he could grab s recipe book from his own kitchen and make it himself?

It made no sense to him.

There was one thing Papyrus enjoyed watching when the show was playing on his T.V in which his brother confused with the actual show,

It was Sans himself.

Papyrus didn't know when, but sometime nearby in his lifetime he had come to the conclusion he needed Sans. Not wanted, needed. It was a burning desire in his soul that developed it whole in one fell swoop, making him realize that Sans was the one for him.

He was madly in love with him.

It wasn't just a brotherly, protective love, it was a passion that consumed his whole state of mind. He loved Sans. He wanted him. He needed him. All he could ever think about was Sans. Every action he preformed was for Sans. He tried to become a Royal Guard member to keep Sans safe. He accepted the cooking lessons to feed his brother.

He lived for Sans.

Papyrus rather enjoyed watching Sans when Mettaton was on. Sans would always look a little bit more interested, he would lean forward a bit when he got invested into the episode. Sans really liked the episode where Mettaton and the Microwave got into a fight, since there was a few puns involved. And when Sans laughed, his body moved with his chest and he'd close his eye sockets.

Papyrus couldn't help but watch Sans during these. He would zone out and only focus on Sans, watching his brother as he watched the T.V. If Sans would ever glance over, Papyrus was always one step ahead and would look back at the T.V. That's why Sans thought Papyrus liked Metatton, since he always seemed so focused on the show.

But he would never let anyone ever look at Sans like how he does.

Since Sans is his.

And only his.