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THIS STORY DEALS WITH SENSITIVE THEMES SUCH AS RAPE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR HAVE TROUBLE WITH IT LEAVE THIS PROBABLY ISN'T THE STORY FOR YOU.

Sans awoke with a start. He was cold, his clothes soaked with partially melted snow. "Why had I fallen asleep in the snow? What time is it, Papyrus would be cranky if he didn't get his bedtime story. Although it may be a little late for that." Sans thought as he looked to the sky. Judging by the way Snowdin was illuminated it was high noon. Papyrus was going to be furious.

Sans picked himself off the ground and tried to run home, noticing he was woozy as he ran, falling back onto the ground and the cold snow.

"How much did I have to drink last night?" He groaned and stood back up. At sixteen he didn't drink often but sometimes Grillby would cut him some slack and give him a few shots. He had to get home, Papyrus would be so worried. He pushed himself off the ground once more and took a slower pace before reaching their house. "What happened last night?" Sans wondered as he opened their door.

As expected Papyrus was at the door, he had been waiting for his brother's return. There were dark circles under his eyes.

"SANS WHERE WERE YOU?! I STAYED UP ALL NIGHT WAITING FOR YOU WHAT HAPPENED-" Papyrus yelled, his words filled with concern and distraught. However the pieces of last night had begun to reform in Sans's mind and he stopped paying attention to his younger brother.

Sans pulled up his hoodie and curled in on himself, the events replaying in his mind.

"Hey Ding, what's up?" Sans asked the older skeleton in front of him. Gaster had always been a calming presence on the sixteen year old apprentice until recently. Gaster started making some weird comments about the young skeleton lately. These comments were often more sexual and lewd. Sans never did anything about it because he needed the job. He and Papyrus were orphaned at a young age and he had to take care of his little brother. Papyrus was only nine years old and should be in school learning multiplication, not worrying where their next meal would be coming from after all. Sans couldn't afford to lose this job, so he normally ignored Gaster as best he could.

"Well Sans I think it best if we took this relationship to the next level" Gaster had said smugly.

"What do you mean?" Sans asked lamely. There had to be another reason why Gaster had called him during dinner and told him to be over as soon as possible, than to be sexually harassed again. Sans was hoping for a breakthrough on the core or on the study of determination.

"I mean," Gaster started grabbing Sans roughly "exactly what I said." Gaster's eyes began to glow purple "Now show me those ribs"

At this point Sans was shaking, he wasn't there where his brother was, but instead stuck in the memory of the night before. Sans's pupils had faded to empty sockets. Papyrus noticed his brother's lack of response

"Sans? SANS? SANS!" He called out and nothing. Papyrus decided that his older brother needed a hug. A hug from him would break his brother out from wherever he is right now.

As soon as Papyrus touched Sans, he was out of the memory. He flinched and stepped away from his brother. "D-Don't touch me."

"Sans…?" Papyrus asked scared for his brother. "Whats wrong?"

"Just STAY AWAY" He screamed suddenly feeling very dirty. Sans ran to their bathroom and locked the door. Papyrus couldn't know. He turned the water on as hot as it would go. He climbed into the shower, clothes still on and sat in the tub. The scorching water nearly burned through his clothes, but Sans didn't care the pain was all he wanted. He began to sob as he is pulled back into his memories.

"If you don't, I will make sure you will lose that job you so desperately need. Whatever would Papyrus say if you two were back on the streets. You may even get him taken away from you." Gaster grinned as Sans tensed. That hit a nerve. Shakily he removed his lab coat.

"Please don't do this." Sans whimpered unable to look his boss in the eye. He knew where this was going. He barely had his first heat a month ago. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't think of his boss like this.

"Why ever would I stop? Come on now show me those ribs" Gaster responded forcefully.

Shaking even more Sans removed his shirt. He felt exposed, and he certainly didn't want this. His face is bright with blush from embarrassment. Why was this happening? Gaster grinned at the teen in front of him. "Come closer."With much hesitation Sans complied.

"Stop," He whispered. This did nothing to stop Gaster of course. He tied the teen's arms binding him uncomfortably then began to rub the teens exposed ribs sensually. Sans could do nothing to stop the tears that had started to roll down his cheeks due to the pervert's ministrations. "Please you don't have to this." Gaster grabbed Sans's soul out of the teen's chest. Sans screamed. This couldn't be happening. "No! Stop! STOP! PLEASE!"

Gaster summoned his own soul and started rubbing the two souls together. Sans was in pieces. He wanted it all to stop. IT NEEDED TO STOP. MAKE IT STOP. He struggled against his bind. The job wasn't worth it anymore, he could find another one. It was too late, and he knew it. Without the use of his hands he won't be able to control his magic. Gaster was in control completely, and Sans had no way to escape. All the teen could manage was struggling. The more he struggled the more pain wracked his body as Gaster caressed and fondled his soul.

"As great as this is, I still want more Sans, and I intend to get it" Gaster said as he kept playing with the souls. His free hand began to snake its way down to the hem of the teen's pants. Sans's sockets had widened more than he thought possible. He had to think of something else.

"NO STOP! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" Sans was in the bathroom screaming loudly. The memory was plaguing the teen. He was far into the memory. "I DON'T WANT THIS! ST-STOP YOU ARE HURTING ME! s-stop…"

Papyrus couldn't stand the heartbreaking sounds that were coming from the bathroom. The nine year old didn't know what to do. He knocked on the door. "Sans are you okay?" There was no answer. How could he fix it? For his entire life he had Sans to take care of him. Papyrus couldn't stand listening to those pained sobs and blood curdling screams any longer. He decided to go to their shared friend Grillby. He was Sans's best friend, despite the eight year age difference. He had always helped them when they needed it as they were growing up. He was the only one who may be able to help stop San's screaming.

Papyrus ran to Grillby's bar as fast his little legs could take him. "GRILLBY! GRILLBY!" He yelled, "GRILLBY SOMETHING IS WRONG WITH SANS! IT'S REALLY BAD"

The flame monster turned around in shock of the small skeleton monster who barged into his bar. "Hello Papyrus, is Sans sick?"

Papyrus had eyes pricked with tears.

Papyrus shook his head "He won't stop screaming and crying, he has been in the bathroom for over an hour. I'm scared. He came home really late and was drenched."

Grillby frowned. "Attention Patrons I am closing this establishment for the day. There is a family Emergency." He picked up the skeleton in front of him and waited for the customers to fan out of the bar before running towards the house the skeleton brothers occupy. He put down the child and immediately went to where Sans was located.

"Sans, Sans are you okay?" There was no response. Out of fear he broke down the door only to see a shattered Sans sitting in the bath fully clothed. The water cascading like a small rainstorm over the Skeleton. "Sans look at me. You are safe."

Sans hadn't seemed to acknowledge there was another monster in the room with him. Grillby frowned. He knew this was bad, he hadn't ever seen Sans like this. "Sans, I need you to look at me. I need you to say my name okay?"

Sans twitched. Progress, good Grillby would be able to work with that. "Sans, Why didn't the skeleton go to the ball?" He hoped that this was working. He could tell wherever Sans was at right now was not a good place. Sans blinked his eye sockets still full with tears and he hesitantly turned to his friend.

"G-grill-?"Sans stuttered. Sans's voice was fragile, and lacked confidence. It sounded raw from screaming, but that was to be expected. He was shaking. He felt how the scorching water had become ice, but the memory elicited most of the quivering.

"Because he had no-BODY to go with" Grillby finished. He knew the joke was cringe worthy but his friend loved bad jokes and bad puns.

"No laughter, not even a chuckle, this was bad." Grillby thought. Sans stared wide socket towards the Flame. Grillby almost flinched at the hollow look in his eyes. This wasn't the Sans he knew and grew up with. The teen looked haunted, but judging by the tortured sound of his screams, he had a reason.

"Sans what happened?"