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Underfell Papyrus x Part Dog Reader

Here we are again,
You guys reading my trash and me wasting my life...
Hey let's keep doing this.
You are kinda like a neko but instead of a cat, your part dog.
Papyrus is kinda abusive in this story but not the whole story.
Papyrus is going to be talking in Italics.
Enjoy the Great and Terrible Skeleton.
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You hate life. Your parents were killed in the war that happened about 10 years ago. You were about 9 years old when you had to teach yourself how to survive in this cruel world. Stealing food, hiding your identity, and lots more crimes were made just for you to survive. At the age of 17, you got caught stealing some food from a gas station. The owner pulled a taser out and told you identify yourself, which you did, but that didn't end so well. He made you pull your hood down, revealing your ears and making him call the police.

Hey, I mean you were famous on the news for a while, but after that they threw you down in the underground. What you didn't know was, it was a WHOLE lot worse down here then it was up there. You were captured by the head of the royal guard, Papyrus Font and his brother Sans Font. Now you would think that isn't so bad right? Wrong, they treated you like a pet. They even put a (F/C) leather collar that had you name imprinted in it on. You hated the collar, you had to wear it 24/7. Meaning, you had to sleep in it, shower with it since it was locked with some sort of magic preventing you from taking it off. You got slapped, punched, kicked, and cut if you did one thing wrong. Pretty much, you were a slave to them. Sans doesn't really like you so, he doesn't mess with you for the most part. It is mostly Papyrus that your scared of. Since Sans hates your guts, he makes messed and blames it on you making you get punished a lot.

Right now was one of those moments when Sans was going to be an asshole to you. He messed the whole living room up. Mustard bottles everywhere, trash was all over the floor, and the couch was flipped while the cushions were on each side of the living room. Crumbs were all over the floor as there was nasty stains by the TV and a sock hanging from the antenna of the TV.

You stood there looking around and did a small wine. This was a disaster and you had to get this cleaned up before Papyrus gets home. That leaves you with a hour to get this clean up. Sighing you quickly started picking the trash up along with the empty mustard bottles. There was about ten bottles on the floor. How much fucking mustard does he need, you thought as your nose twitched in discuss. He was always a pig. Sighing, you went behind the tipped sofa and put your back against it. You then pushed it with all your strength as you ears went down during the process. The sofa flipped with a loud thud and you panted some as that sofa was heavy. After taking a minute break, you went around the room and grabbed the cushions to put back on the sofa.

You had the cushions stacked in your arms and started walking over to the sofa, placing the cushion in the right spot. Sighing, you looked around to see what you needed to do next, you then saw the crumbs all over the floor. Growling slightly, you went to the closet and opened the door. The closet was really dark and had only a vacuum, broom, and mop. You grabbed the vacuum cleaner and shut the door with you foot as you tail swayed. Pulling the vacuum in to the living room, you bent down and started unwrapping the cord. You then took the cord to behind the TV and plugged it up. All of a sudden the TV switched on, making you jump out of your skin.

"Today, we are going to have a special guest, Me." Mettaton said.

"Just joking darlings, we are going to talk about someone special today, The head of the royal guard, Papyrus Font."

This got your attention as you slowly walked to the vacuum.

"You all may have seen him out doing his normal duties and what not, but there is a secret about him." Mettaton said with smug look plastered to her face as she leaned against the desk she was at.