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Underfell Papyrus x Reader

Here we are again,

You guys reading my trash and me wasting my life...

Hey, let's keep doing this.

In this story you are going to be part dog. Dog ears, tail, and fangs.

Nothing to crazy.

Papyrus is kinda abusive in this story, but not the whole story.

Enjoy the Great and Terrible Skeleton.

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You stopped believing in hope a long time ago.

When the war broke out ten years back, it took everything from you, your parents, your home, your place in the world. You were nine years old when your fell apart, forced to grow up in a world that didn't care if you survived. There were no shelters, no mercy. You learned to survive by stealing what you could, vanishing before anyone could catch you. Keeping your head down became instinct. Hiding your identity meant living.

You were born an anomaly, a hybrid of monster and human blood. A union never meant to exist, in a world where both sides hated what you represented.

On the surface, humans feared anything touched by monsterkind. Underground, monsters viewed your kind as abominations, a reminder of a time when the lines between species blurred in ways they refused to accept.

You looked human enough at a glance: same build, same skin, same eyes. But your ears, soft, furred, and alert... and the tail that swayed behind you marked you as different. As something unnatural. Something to be hidden or hunted

By seventeen, your luck ran out. You were caught swiping food from a run-down gas station on the outskirts of the city. The owner was waiting with a taser in hand, his face twisted with hate, the moment he pulled your hood down. Your ears gave you away. You'd been on the news once, years back, a missing child turned fugitive, but no one cared what happened to you after.

The city did what it always did with problems like you. They threw you underground. But what no one told you was how much worse it was down there.

Beneath the crumbling streets was a world ruled by monsters, and not the kind you heard about in old bedtime stories. This was a brutal, lawless place where humans were rare, hunted, and owned. The head of the Royal Guard, Papyrus Font, found you first. His brother, Sans, stood by and let it happen.

You'd think it couldn't be so bad, two skeletons running a city under the streets. But cruelty wore many faces.

Once Papyrus realized you weren't entirely human, that you couldn't be turned over to the King like the others, everything changed.

In his mind, that was it. You were his now. His responsibility. His problem to deal with. To guard, to command, to punish if necessary. To keep close in a way his brother never had the resolve or interest to do.

You weren't a prize for the King anymore. You were something else entirely. And whether you realized it or not...he wasn't going to let you go.

They treated you like property. Papyrus fastened a leather collar around your neck the first day, your name burned into it with some magic that made it impossible to remove. It stayed on through everything...through sleep, through cold showers in rusted pipes, through punishment. A constant reminder that you didn't belong to yourself anymore.

Papyrus was the worst of it out of the two. His kindness was a mask, his temper quick and unforgiving. A misplaced glance, a wrong word, even standing in the wrong place, would earn you a slap, a kick, or worse.