He's Mine (COMPLETED)(Yandere Papyrus)

Chapter 9 - It Was Papyrus

"Ugh..." Sans groaned.

He sat up in a daze, his skull pounding in pain. It took him a few tries to fully open his eye sockets fully, due to the bright light of the room he was sitting inside of.

It was a rectangle shape, with a door on the other side of the room from Sans. It was closed, most likely locked, too. On the walls next to it was covered in different pieces of paper, all of them crowding the whole wall. He couldn't tell of what they were from where he was.

Sans was sitting on a mattress in the corner, it Papyrus' old one before he bought the race car one. There was a chain extending from the wall, which was connected to a small, metal collar around his neck with a key hole on it. Around his wrist was a glowing bracelet, which he easily identified as a magic blocker.

So, a short cut was out of the option.

Sans couldn't believe what had happened. His brother, Papyrus, was a yandere. He killed those monsters? His so called innocent brother was an obsessed killer.

No, his memories must've been wrong, that couldn't be true.

He stood up, his legs shaking slightly as he was still waking up. The chains length allowed him to move 3/4th of the distance of the room. And at that distance, he could see the pictures.

And Papyrus was defiantly a Yandere for poor Sans.

All of the pictures were of Sans, every single one had Sans included somehow. They all had drawings on them, too. On every picture of himself, there was a bright red heart surrounding his face, drawn on by a sharpie. In the pictures that Papyrus was next to Sans, there was words scribbled on with arrows point at them, saying things like 'Together forever!' and 'He's only mine'.

This wasn't good.

At all.

The worst pictures were the ones with other people in them. Every other monster had angrily drawn scribbles covering their eyes and facial areas, sometimes even their whole bodies on certain pictures. There was the largest picture right next to the door, a group photo of Sans and all of his friends together they had taken after Frisk had talked to the King. Red scribbles covered their bodies, and three bold, black words were written over the red scribbles.

'KILL THEM ALL'

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Frisk took a deep breath, lightly knocking on Papyrus' front door.

It had been a day since Sans had went missing, and Frisk had spent the night crying. She liked Sans a lot, and she couldn't keep it all pent up. She needed to tell someone about it, and she chose Papyrus.

Something in the back of her mind told her this was a bad idea, but she ignored it. She just needed to get it out, and Papyrus was a good secret keeper. She always felt like he kept secrets pretty well, so she could trust him.

Right?

"Come in," Papyrus said lightly as he opened the door.

Frisk nodded and walked inside, awkwardly sitting down on the couch.

"I just need to say a few things, I won't be long," Frisk said.

"Go ahead," Papyrus said.

"It's just that, in the last couple of weeks, I've realized I really like Sans," Frisk admitted to the skeleton, looking off to the side.

"Oh, I see," Papyrus said coldly, a frown covering his face.

"I just needed to tell someone, it's been bugging me," Frisk continued, "And since he's gone, it's been pretty hard on me. I'm just worried that I won't be able to find him, and he'll stay locked up forever..."