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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Undertale_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      W._D._Gaster/Sans, Papyrus/Sans_(Undertale), W._D._Gaster/Papyrus/Sans,
      W._D._Gaster/Original_Female_Character(s)
  Character:
      Sans_(Undertale), Papyrus_(Undertale), W._D._Gaster, Gerson_(Undertale),
      Undyne_(Undertale), Alphys_(Undertale), Aaron_(Undertale), Asgore
      Dreemurr, Toriel_(Undertale), Undertale_Monsters
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Swapfell, Swapfell_Sans, Swapfell_Papyrus_-
      Freeform, Swapfell_Gaster_-_Freeform, saloon!tale, wild_west_inspired_au,
      if_i'm_going_to_hell_i'm_taking_you_down_with_me, is_this_just_a_reason
      for_me_to_write_monsters_in_different_eras_and_cultures?, yes_-_Freeform,
      Daddy_Kink, Fontcest, Swapcest_-_Freeform, Ecto-Penis_(Undertale), Ecto-
      Tongue_(Undertale), Ecto-Genitalia_(Undertale), Ecto-Vagina_(Undertale),
      Crossdressing_Kink, corsets, Watersports, Spanking, Branding, Size_Kink,
      Asphyxiation, BDSM, Sadism, Restraints, Overstimulation, Sex_Toys,
      Parent/Child_Incest, disturbing_backstory_for_a_character, Drugging,
      Explicit_Sexual_Content, Murder, Sexual_Slavery, misuse_of_a_bridle
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-31 Updated: 2017-11-05 Chapters: 3/? Words: 7083
****** Ride along or get dragged in the dirt ******
by othersin
Summary
     Saloon! Au Swapfell It’s based in the wild west. Papyrus is desperate
     for a job and when a wealthy doctor and his son require the use of a
     farmhand. But when the doctor has to travel into the city, his
     angelic, soft spoken boy turns into a sexual deviant who’s eager to
     drag Papyrus down with him.
     But Papyrus won’t be swayed...or will he?
***** They can smell your fear *****
 please be mindful of the tags, i'll try and make a note at the beginning of
the smut chapters when I get to it.
 
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Papyrus didn’t know what to do, with the mine running dry of gold he and a lot
of other monsters were out of work now - a few wondered into the saloon,
content on drowning away their sorrows with the last dregs of their pay or
going to the cat house to play with some under skirts . And Papyrus would be
honest, he would be joining them if he didn’t spend his last gold piece on a
hot meal and a warm bed – which would mean he was out of a room and a meal too
at Muffet’s, maybe he could ask her if he could work for his stay and meal now
but if he knew the spider woman wouldn’t do that with the amount he owes on his
tab.
Papyrus chewed on some tobacco noisily as he thought about his ever growing
list of problems, walking though the dusty town with no place to go – he wasn’t
really looking where he was going till he just noticed a horse drawn carriage
almost run into him, the skeleton horse reared up as Papyrus was just as
spooked and fell on his arse.
“Whoa!” A stout turtle monster, with many missing teeth and a huge floppy hat
and baggy coat had called from his perch on the carriage trying to calm the
irate beast, making the horse snort – stomping irately in its reigns.
“Boy, what da hell do you think you’re doing?!” the  figure shouted down at the
fallen Papyrus, who unsteadily pulled himself up – trying to brush the dust
from his clothes but it didn’t really do much with his already dusty clothes.
Picking up his hat, trying to hit out the sand from the old leather of the
Pinkerton styled hat and setting it back up on his skull – a little
disgruntled, losing a job and then almost being run over was just his luck.
“I’m sorry sir-“ Papyrus called, warily eyeing the thin stick the other used to
whip the horse – probably hurt like hell if the other decided to jump down from
his perch and give it to Papyrus. Papyrus gagged a bit, in his fright he
swallowed the chewing tobacco.
“I could’ve killed ya!” The driver shook his head, “Idiot...”
“Mr Gerson, what seems to be the holdup?” A cool, but demanding voice bellowed
from inside the carriage – it made both Papyrus and Gerson straighten to
attention, “I have to be in the lady Mayors office by noon.”
“Sorry Doctor, some fool was walking out in the middle of the road.” Gerson
huffed; shuffling was heard in the carriage.
“Goodness me, how terrible!” A younger voice piped up,  and head popped out
from the window – eyes big and full of violet light, faint scar marred the
others face; a childhood injury no doubt. But if Papyrus had just turned 21
this little skeletons looked to be 16 or 17 – Papyrus couldn’t help but stare
at those gorgeous eyes, shining like amethysts and brighter than a desert
bloom.
“Are you alright mister?”
“Yes sir...”
“I’m glad.” The monster beamed at him and seemed to retreat back into the
carriage, talking to the other occupant only to pop out again.
“As an apology for almost running you over –“
Gerson huffed at that.
“Perhaps you would like to travel with us.”
“No, I couldn’t...”
“It’s really no trouble at all – father has some boring meeting at the mayor’s
office and I need some help with some chores, Gerson is far too old and boring
to walk with me all day.”
Papyrus looked uncertain again, but found him thinking of those depths of
purple.
“I can pay you.” The other added, popping open the carriage door – and Papyrus
without really thinking more about found his legs making the decision for him
and entering the tight space. With the door clicking closed and the carriage
lurched forward continuing it’s trip – it was a nice carriage with padded seats
and plenty of leg room but it seemed stifling with the two occupants staring at
him, it was unnerving.
“Forgive my son; he has always had the urge to take in strays.” The grinning
skeleton muttered, voice deep and seemed to have a slight purr to it – it made
Papyrus shiver. He was dressed in a black suit with a silver and black vest, a
pocket watch that hung glinting from his pocket – he had a cane and seemed to
have faded scars on his own skull. Papyrus could only assume they were from a
war or battle.
“Father, I only nurse them back to health - it’s not my fault they don’t want
to leave.” The younger skeleton laughed, he had a nice laugh, and he was
dressed similarly to his father but seemed to forgo the jacket and stuck to
using an embroidered vest with purple flowers and vines.
“I’m sorry but I haven’t introduced myself, my name is Sans.”
Papyrus tipped his hat in greeting, not certain if anything but a squeak would
escape him.
“And my name is Dr Wing Dings Gaster.” Gaster tipped his own bowler hat – a hat
that was in much better repair than Papyrus’s.
“My name is Papyrus...”
“Papyrus...a name from the old country, thought me and Sans here were the only
ones from the old ways.” Gaster hummed, his mismatched coloured lights shone in
interest making Papyrus feel even more like a specimen under dissection.
The seductive purr in the Doctor’s tone and words seemed be from an accent –
similar to how Papyrus’s late grandmother spoke  but he hadn’t known her that
well but Sans seemed to have a more masked accent.
“A name is just a name; I never gave much thought about it.” Papyrus laughed
uncomfortably, only breath to hitch at the cool hand touch his arm and Sans
look at him in his lovely eyes.
“Forgive my father, he loves the old ways.” Sans said quietly, hand leaving the
arm to rest on Papyrus leg, “I’m open to new things however.”
Papyrus stared at the hand and then to the older skeleton in the same carriage
as them – conveniently looking out the window, Papyrus returned his gaze slowly
to the hand high on his clothed femur. Sans finally removed his searing hand as
the carriage came to a stop, but not before he gave a squeeze.
“Ah, we’re here.” Gaster hummed, either not caring or not seeing their
passengers flustered appearance and Sans was acting if nothing abnormal
happened just then. Papyrus exited out flustered and puzzled, perhaps the other
didn’t mean anything about it – as the doctor and his son split ways, the older
monster left his son and Papyrus to act as busboy to anything his son brought.
Well, Papyrus comforted himself, whatever he got today would be enough for a
room for a couple of more days at the hotel.
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 “What do you think of this one?” Sans held up a pretty summer dress, unfolding
it and showing the dusty looking monster – Papyrus already had an arm full of
boxes and such from the market place and didn’t want to carry anymore but it
really isn’t his call, also Papyrus has a feeling that the other was making
full use of the larger monsters help today with all the shop and stall owners
making comment on how much Sans was buying. This was the first dress the other
had shown him however.
It was a pretty one, Papyrus briefly wondered if it was for Sans’s sweetie or
perhaps the other had a sister.
“It’s pretty.” Papyrus said honestly, but he had never really been in close
quarters with any monster with such a fine dress before – the saloon monsters
at Grillby’s cat house didn’t even compare.
“Just imported from France.” The shopkeeper eagerly supplied, “Made from the
finest silk and cotton.”
“I bet it will look stunning with the corset that Father brought the other
day.” Sans muttered, folding it over his arm and going to the counter to pay
for it – only leaving Papyrus to puzzle at that wording but shook his head at
the ridiculous thought it brought. What kind of man would buy corsets for his
son? A silly notion, he surely misunderstood.
While Sans was distracted by another dress, the dressmaker – a bunny monster
looked at him with her half-moon glasses, up from what she was pinning
together.
“Hmph.” The rabbit grunted at the sight of them, “So the snakes catch another
mouse to add to their collection, hope you last longer than the rest.”
“Excuse me?” Papyrus asked of the other, the bunny just shook her head and
returned to her pinning – making Papyrus more uneased, jumping when the gentle
tap on the shoulder by the young lord.
“Goodness, are you alright?” Sans asked the other, concern flooding the others
big eyes. Papyrus tried to smile to placate the other.
“Just the heat of the day, sir...”
“Yes, and you’ve been carrying all those things for me like a good boy. All for
feeble old me...” Sans cooed, stroking the others arm. The dressmaker seemed to
snort loudly at that – making the well-dressed skeletons eyes slant and narrow
slightly but brighten when turned back to Papyrus – grabbing his arm and
dragging him out of the stifling shop with the new dress box at the top of the
boxes he was carrying.
“Come, I feel like we could go for a nice cup of tea – my treat.” Sans said,
Papyrus followed briefly wondering if he could get a whiskey instead.
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Muffet placed a pot of tea between them, along with a pot of milk, sugar and
honey – the plus side of having so many arms Papyrus supposed. The spider
monster seemed to eye Papyrus oddly, perhaps such a dirty looking monster in
almost rags next to a monster with not a seam out of place – and the huge pile
of boxes neatly tied together next to them.
“That will be all, Ms Muffet.” Sans said curtly, not looking up from his
pouring of the tea – that seemed to shake the hotel owner out of her daze to
return to the bar.
“I must seem so out of place in a place like this.” Sans smiled.
“Well, I guess that is one way of putting it...” Papyrus hummed, very aware of
all the Saloon’s patrons’ eyes on him.
“How many lumps do you take in your tea?” Sans asked.
“Lumps?” Papyrus asked puzzled, making Sans use his tea spoon to ding the
porcelain sugar bowl.
“Oh! Ah – I guess three...?” Papyrus continued unsurely, he didn’t drink tea –
he drinks black coffee, maybe it’s like that. Sans dished out the amount of
sugar and after one sip he knew he made a horrible mistake – he forced down the
reaction of his dislike of the beverage and tried to look interested in the
others conversation.
“All my life, Father has sheltered me from the plights of the common people –
ever since mother died.” Sans continued.
“I’m sorry about your mother.” Papyrus offered the other, discreetly pushing
the teacup away from him.
“That was a long time ago.” Sans waved it off quickly, but leaned forward with
hands under his chin, “ How about your family, are you married...or?”
“No, my family had been taken by the plague and the only one I’ve ever thought
about proposing to have some grand dreams of performing in the capital city.”
“I’m sorry...” Sans began.
“It was a long time ago, and that love was just puppy love...” Papyrus
shrugged, “I’m over it now.”
Sans took a sip of tea, hiding a pretty little smile – secretive and playful.
Only for that moment to be broken by the drunken stagger of Aaron, his bulky
build was the perfect digger but was let go the same way as Papyrus when the
mine dried up – the monster noticed Papyrus and staggered over to his former
co-worker.
“Grim days, grim days Paps...” He slurred clapping his large hand against the
others shoulder, and leaning against the lanky skeleton.
“C’mon Aaron – any company would have you.” Papyrus comforted the other, “There
are heaps of jobs for monsters with strength.”
“I suppose, but what are your plans?’”
“Well, there is apple picking or orange picking...” Papyrus pondered on the
jobs off the top of his head.
“Didn’t ya work as a farmhand at the Mayors land?”
“I was just a boy then...and I don’t think I was that good at it.”
“Well, I suppose apple and orange season are coming up...” Aaron nodded at
that, “Good luck then.” And the creature staggered away.
“Sorry about that –“Papyrus turned back to Sans, who looked thoughtful.
“So, you are out of work – that’s why you were walking into an oncoming
carriage?” Sans asked calmly, quietly absorbing all the information the other
offered.
“No, I wasn’t trying to kill myself!” Papyrus reassured the other of that
morbid thought, he was too afraid of death to even consider it.
“Orange and apple farms are quite a far way away – don’t you want to stay in
town?” Sans continued.
“Yes I do, but, you see...” Papyrus flushed and stammered at the others all
seeing gaze.
“You can’t read and write can you?” Sans finished what the other was too
embarrassed to admit.
“No, school learning wasn’t that important to my folks – as long as I can work
for a wage.” Papyrus seemed to sink into himself, half expecting the other to
laugh at him and humiliate him. But Sans continued to look thoughtful, not at
all bothered by it, the small smile going unnoticed by Papyrus as he fretted.
“I guess that would make your prospects quite limited...” Sans then turned to
Papyrus with a smile; his purple eyes blazing brightly, “What would you say if
I offered you a job as a farmhand?”
Papyrus found himself reaching for his lukewarm, overly sweet tea and take a
sip with how dry his mouth felt – though he almost spat it out with the
sensation of the pointed tip of a well-polished boot trailing up the inside of
his leg. Sans only grinned and grinned back at him when he choked and
spluttered.
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TBC?
Is this an excuse for me to write some more kinks, based on a certain era?
Yes. Don’t judge me. There is a plot...you gotta believe me.
If you liked please leave and kudos and comment
 
***** Behind the walls *****
 And the warnings in the tags start now...
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Papyrus didn’t really know what to think when he stood at the threshold of a
small cabin in the expansive land, stream cutting though the fenced in farmland
– turning his attention back to the impressive, large hilltop home that dwarfed
the simple building  that shared a wall. The large wooden building was dressed
in a prim and pretty white with a surrounding veranda – with not a shingle out
of place or broken.
 “Well then, that is pretty little house – why, it’ll rival even Grillby’s cat
house in town.” Papyrus let out a low whistle at such a sight, he was still
uneased with how the other was so close to him and even stoking his leg during
the trip back. Sans had laughed at his splutters back at the saloon – claiming
he was just teasing the other.
Perhaps it was Sans’s type of humour from his sheltered upbringing, very
inappropriate but Papyrus let it go with the others sincere apologies...though
the other had a very cute laugh too.
“I would hope it would look better than the whore house...” Sans muttered
haughtily.
“I meant no offence...” Papyrus quickly said, he seriously needed to watch what
he said around the other.
“None taken.” Sans shrugged gesturing to the building, “When Father came to
this land, he wanted to bring some familiar style with him – so he fell the
wood and built our home.”
“It’s even prettier than the Mayors house...”
“Well, I hope you don’t mind the humble little cabin next door.” Sans began,
yes, the little wooden cabin was what Papyrus was used to instead.
“Wait – this is for me?” Papyrus muttered a little stunned.
“As long as you’re in our employ – you shall have a roof over your head.” Sans
hummed in response
“You are too kind...” Papyrus bowed his head to the other, bringing his head up
at the light patting from the other on his skull – how an owner would pat a
dog.
“Am I?” Sans answered back, smiling back at Papyrus – the poor fellows own
smile faltering at that response, the smaller skeleton turned around and
unlocked the door. The heavy wooden door squeaked open, and the air smelt musty
– of old cigarettes, the scent of heavy cologne and something else, something
Papyrus couldn’t put a finger on.
“As you can see our last farmhand left in quite a rush.” Sans tittered irately,
brushing a finger against the clinging dust on the furniture. The fading light
of the day was barely streaming though the dust covered windows making Sans
tread over to the small window and pull open the threadbare curtains, some
moths fluttered around being disturbed before perching back on an animal bone
chair.
Papyrus looked around – it was a lot nicer then the shoebox room he stayed in,
it had a cot with still a usable mattress, a chamber pot under the bed, a big,
tin tub to wash his clothes and himself a side table with a ceramic jug and
bowl with a mirror without cracks marring it’s surface and a lovely fireplace
with still dry wood to burn.
Still, there was something quite off-putting about another monsters loved and
cared for worldly possessions just abandoned like this – Papyrus walked forward
to the meagre looking mantelshelf, brushing away the grime and dust off the
glass of the photo frame, revealing the brown and muted photograph of a monster
similar age to Papyrus though a bunny monster.
He wore overalls and a large brimmed straw-hat shaded his eyes, he looked quite
grim while holding a large pumpkin but from what Papyrus had witnessed with the
camera obscura (at least that’s what he thinks is called) took a long time to
capture the image. God knows how long the bunny monster stood out in the heat
of the sun – next to the photo was a well-worn and loved leather bound bible .
Still some monsters still clung to the beliefs that humans brought with them,
though Papyrus wouldn’t be lying, the concept of a better life and a higher
being after this existence was a nice story to tell the kiddies or even
yourself late at night.
They praise day and night about the wonders of heaven, yet they don’t talk of
hell. Just don’t do anything bad and I guess you will never have to worry about
it.
Papyrus looked away from the book, jumping away from Sans – the other had crept
up behind him while he was lost in thought it seemed.
“Are you a believer?” Sans asked, though as if it left a bad taste in his
mouth.
“I know of it, but I wouldn’t say I believe in it.”
“That’s good, Father got in really heated arguments with him about it.” Sans
said continuing his grim conversation about belief like it was a topic
discussed over tea and cakes, “He just never knew to keep his hurtful opinions
to himself, so naturally Father had to let him go.”
Papyrus turned back to the wall shared with the man house – only to find a dark
looking portrait of monster charging into battle on a rearing black horse.
Papyrus was never really into art, except for the occasional nudes the guys at
the mines got a hold of – pretty, young monsters showing what they were blessed
with. That was art to him, but he doubted likening his dirty photos to a
painting that was probably painted by a famous artist – like comparing the
others house to be just as fancy looking as the brothel near the station in
town.
“At least the painting is still in one piece.” Sans hummed after a while of
just staring, turning to the tall skeleton, “Right then, it is your duty to
keep your space clean and tidy – and supper begins at five sharp, so I suggest
you freshen yourself up and change into a clean set of clothes.” Sans gestured
to the wardrobe next to the painting, “I’m certain there is still some wearable
clothes in there till you buy your own.”
Sans left the small cabin quickly, entering the main house to wait for his
Father probably and leaving the taller skeleton to his own devices and
thoughts.
Though those thoughts quickly turned back to the leg rising between his legs
and the sweet laughter that followed – he was not stranger to sexual arousal,
when money allowed he was the first with his hand in the honey pot so to speak.
Perhaps the other was just going through what Papyrus went  though that age and
he was a little flattered to be honest – he had crushes on all sorts of
monster, the younger monster would probably forget about it if Papyrus just
ignored it. He shook his skull and smiled at that comforting thought –
beginning to strip mindlessly, layers of dirt joined the dust on the floor, the
yellowed and aged shirt dropping to the floor soon followed by his trousers.
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Unknown to the stripping monster, it was in his employer’s office, which was
the shared wall between the small cabin and the large main house. Dr Gaster had
his own painting in the exact position as the other on in the small cabin and
he was watching Papyrus though the removable panel of the eyes.
“My boy, as per usual – you have exquisite taste in pets...” Gaster slid the
painting panel closed with a smirk, “Fit, tall and those legs...” Gaster let
out a chuckle, “They very well go for days...”
“I’m glad you approve of him Father...I thought it would be nice to have
another skeleton around the house – helping with the chores, so we have more
time together.” Sans said softly, demeanour shifting as quickly as night turns
to day – but he seemed to cross his arms and glare at his father,
“I chose him for both of us to play with – and now you are going off for a
lecture at the university.” Sans huffed.
“I’m sorry; you were so looking forward for us breaking him in together... ”
Gaster began softly, "Let me make up to you." He strutted towards the younger
skeleton and pulled him into his warm embrace – beginning to worship the others
clavicle with licks and bites. Sans ‘breath hitched as the other continued,
beginning to unbutton the tight fitting vest and shirt in his exploring  - he
seemed well versed in the terrain of the smaller skeleton body, movements not
pausing for a moment as he undid Sans’s trousers buttons and pushing a hand
down his underwear to fondle and rub at the hot ridges of the others pelvis.
It didn't take long for the purple glow grow and swell into the hardness of the
others small cock, rubbing and coaxing the others ectoplasm to swell and
overflow from his silt - Gaster continued to roll and pinch the tip with his
hand, pressing and digging a finger in the tip slightly till the other could
bare it no longer.
Sans tried to pull away, not before Gaster bit down – hard. Sans half moaned
and screamed into his father’s shoulder so their new guest wouldn’t hear the
almost yowl like noise from the other side of the wall.   Gaster licked at the
marrow that dripped freely – surely leaving a mark and a bruise, Gaster pulled
his hand free, the purple magic clung to his fingers like a sticky gel.
“You came?”  Gaster huffed, smirk growing ever present as he offered his long
digits for the other – Sans opened his mouth and began to clean his own
ectoplasm from the older skeletons fingers.
“Are you that excited for your new pet?” Gaster muttered, “I never excited you
like that... nor had any of the other toys I allow you to play with.” He pulled
his fingers from the others lapping tongue.
“You really are a whore like your mother...” Gaster tutted and shook his head
at the other, “ A devil, a demon in those books that damn rabbit yammered about
– like her ,you a being of pain and pleasure, no creature on this earth can
resist you.” Gaster straightened his clothes and fixed his creases, giving Sans
a look.
“Get yourself cleaned up, and do something about that mark on your neck.”
Gaster said sternly, pointing his son out the door. Sans bowed his head, and
quickly left his father’s office to his own room upstairs. Gaster smiled a
little at the small retreating rear, he had no doubt that his son would be able
to break the stray they picked up – it was just the thing they needed after
that stupid bible loving rabbit. It would be a shame for Gaster needing to do
away with the attractive, simple minded skeleton the same way as the rabbit.
The rabbit made some fine fertiliser for the garden however, but he had heard
wonders about blood and bone for the roses. They are looking poorly with the
heatwave they have been having recently.
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 Papyrus couldn’t help but stare at the fine china in fount of him, some peas,
potatoes and corn – a thickly cut steak was the main attraction of the meal
though, but the meat seemed to resting in a mix of its own juice and blood.
Papyrus couldn’t help but poke the meat with his knife; the very middle was
very rare.
“I’m sorry; I should’ve asked how you preferred your steak.” Sans said,
noticing the others untouched meal.
Papyrus shook his head at the others concern and lied,
“No, this is fine.” He began to make a show of enthusiastically cutting into
the meat, stabbing quite a large chunk on his chunk, and eating the piece with
forced gusto.
“It is delicious!” He said with a smile after he swallowed the meat, more
complex for his body to break down from the almost only bean, grits, corn and
bread diet he had as a miner. The fellows he was would probably be kicking
themselves at the very idea of Papyrus eating red meat – while he would’ve
cooked it a little longer it was a nice change.
Eating the almost uncooked meat was worth the beaming smile of the smaller
skeleton,
“I’m so glad; I shall let the cook know.”
Gaster seemed to be watching the exchange closely, sipping a glass of red wine
– Papyrus couldn’t stop himself and admire the way the Doctor carried himself.
“I’m glad you two get along...” Gaster muttered idly, swirling his glass.
“Hm?” Papyrus mumbled with a mouth full of potatoes and peas – Sans politely
looked up too at his father’s muttering.
“Puts my mind at ease to have someone else here to look after Sans while I’m at
the capital for a lecture.”
Papyrus swallowed noisily at that, looking vaguely panicked at the very notion
at being left alone.
“Yes, you are catching a train tomorrow morning.” Sans said, with a soft smile.
“Yes, I’ll try not to wake you when I get up.” Gaster continued casually, “I
know it’s your first week on the job, but I’d love if you could help Sans out
around the main house as well as the grounds.” Gaster gave Papyrus a look,
“Can trust you with this Papyrus?”
“Of course, sir.” Papyrus answered the other monster, but finding his eyes draw
to the smaller skeleton distacting himself with his own meal – staring at the
blood ooze out of the meat with every cut.
 
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***** Will you walk into my parlour? said the spider to the fly *****
This chapter contains the following, gaster and sans being creepy arseholes,
papyrus feeling like he needs a adult, drinking, and minor watersports. Not too
crazy just yet.
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As the night continued to wind down, the conversation becoming far more casual
and free flowing – being lubricated by the doctor’s desire to open his aged
bourbon and share amongst them. Papyrus spoke of things that he never let any
other monster know, both the doctor and his son seemed to be able to get him
spill titbits of his life and past – even making him delve into sexual
conquests and fantasies he had.
If he was sober, Papyrus wouldn’t be running his mouth like he was – being
encouraged by the Doctors own tales of over indulgence, lust and fantasies
unbecoming of a doctor. If Papyrus was sober he would’ve been more cautious -
if he was sober he would be wary of the excitement growing in the youngest at
the tables sockets.
 Papyrus’s fine crystal glass was filled with amber liquid, and his glass was
being refilled like clockwork each time he took a sip – the odd jokes and lewd
humour of the two other skeletons continued to puzzle and buzz in the skull of
the simple skeleton; the table seemed too large to be comfortable for only two
skeletons that lived in this home. The formal dining area spoke of lavish
dinner parties with the wealthy friends of the charming doctor and his alluring
son, Papyrus could almost hear the laughter of those rich monsters – surely
cracking demeaning jokes about simple monsters just like Papyrus - being
watched on by the many paintings of monsters always watching, painted eyes wide
and all seeing.
Dr Gaster spoke of his colleagues and the students from the university in the
city he was going to speak at the lecture – he spoke of cadavers and of
corpses, the different states of rigour mortis in the human body. Papyrus
couldn’t help but stare at the crimson walls, the dark wood of the many
painting frames and the dark wood accents of the room - colours coincidentally
the similar palate of the doctors topic of discussion. 
There was an ornate fireplace in the wall, decorated with black stone and what
seemed to be enamelled and bejewelled birds and the white bones of skeletal
figures embracing or lounging with funny letters under those white enamelled
fireplace.  It is an impressive piece that put Papyrus’s own simple wood burner
to shame.
 Despite the lush and rich room, the room began to unnerve Papyrus greatly – he
tried to push it aside, his nerves buzzing from being in an new environment and
all that...but there was something raw and animalistic in this feeling building
in the very depths of his soul. It was urging him to flee, all the while just
trying to convince himself not to throw up his dinner.
“The very secrets this house holds – my, aren’t we glad the walls can’t talk!”
The doctor laughed, Sans had giggled at that comment; Papyrus couldn’t stop the
crawling unease trail up his spine – finally putting the glass down onto the
table so he wouldn’t spill it.
Everything was spinning and twisting onto itself.
The clang of a grandfather clock reverberated in the room – the clock striking
12 times, the witching hour has come. Sans stood, taking to the drink with more
ease then Papyrus but still his round and youthful face was flush with the
heat.
“I believe I’ll call it night...” Sans nodded to his father and Papyrus,
sockets half-mast and giving Papyrus a look that one would describe a snake to
have – deciding on its next meal.
“I believe I’ll have a cigarette before I go up.” Gaster said to his son,
distracting the other from his intense, burning gaze – there seemed to be an
unspoken demand from the doctor in his sockets.
“Fine.” Sans rolled his eye light’s, visibly displeased by the others request
but not trying to stop the other, “Don’t stay up too late, you need to catch
the train tomorrow morning.”
 Sans quietly left the room and into the main hallway where the impressive
stairs were – leading to the younger skeletons room and possibly up to the
Doctors bedroom too. Papyrus was all alone with the older skeleton – grinning
smile never leaving his face and mismatched eye lights flickered as they
watched him intently.
“Do you smoke?” Gaster asked the younger skeleton – his long, slender fingers
pulled out a pretty little silver cigarette case and a box of matches from his
waistcoat pocket, long since hanging up his coat jacket by the door when he
entered the house. 
“Sometimes...” Papyrus slurred a bit, the drink was making his jaw move far
slowly then he was used to – the bourbon was strong, none of that watered down
crap at Muffet’s saloon. He took the offered cigarette carefully, trying not to
crush the small package in his drunken grip.
Gaster smirked and went to take another cigarette for himself,
“I bet you’re the type of monster who lights one up after a good fuck.” Gaster
said crudely.
Papyrus wavered a little, vision spinning, looking ready to put down the
cigarette and just sleep off the evening.
“Nothing beats a fresh, lit one in your mouth...” Gaster continued, pulling out
the tanned wrapper – the paper was hand wrapped and plump with tobacco. Gaster
stood and gestured the other to follow him into the room across the dining
room. And against Papyrus’s better judgement and against the primal fear
welling in his soul he followed his new employer into a room across the dining
room.
Gaster swung open the heavy mahogany door and the smell of old smoke, the rich
smell of brandy, old books and the sweet smell of wood smoke from old fires on
the cold nights hit Papyrus like a ton of bricks.
“Sorry – Sans would get mad if we smoke anywhere else.” Gaster explained, smile
turning into a smirk, “Will you walk into my parlour? said the spider to the
fly...” He said ominously, startling Papyrus,
“Excuse me, what-“Papyrus spluttered out.
“My apologies...” Gaster picked up a book, left on the low table with a marble
top showing it to Papyrus, “That is my favourite opening line of a poem in this
book, when Sans was younger we used to quote it – a human author though.”
Gaster grinned, as if to ease Papyrus from that off putting line – smile calm,
collected and eye lights gazing at Papyrus with a disarming look.
“Sorry sir, I am unfamiliar with fancy books of poetry like that...” Papyrus
slurred out, steps wobbly and unsteady – finally sitting down on a chair across
from the doctor. The older skeleton lounged back in his plush chair, legs
crossed as he watched the younger skeleton – he lit his own cigarette with ease
and puffed away eagerly at it.
“Ah, yes – Sans did tell me of your lack of ability in the written word.”
Gaster hummed, spiral of smoke escaping his nose and mouth as he exhaled. He
threw the box of matches next to Papyrus on the coach – Papyrus finally raised
the cigarette to his mouth and let it hung loosely in his maw.
Papyrus flinched at that patronising tone of voice, cheekbones flushing orange
in embarrassment – Gaster noticed and tuttered, trying to comfort the other but
failing.
“I meant no offence.” Gaster said, noticing the others trouble at lighting his
own cigarette – standing up again, grabbing the back of Papyrus’s skull and
pressing his own lit cigarette to the others unlit one. Papyrus tried to pull
away, out of instinct not expecting the other to get so close so quickly, but
found the grip was far too strong.
This moment felt like it went on for far too long with how intense the others
gaze was, but Gaster let go, and smoke was spiralling from Papyrus’s own
cigarette. And Papyrus took a long drag, trying to distract himself from the
intimidating and sensual monster in fount of him – it wasn’t sensuality that
Papyrus found attractive but rather something dangerous, of a predator trapping
prey.
He sat in eerie silence, trying to look at anything else then the doctor – who
rather then returning to the chair went to look at the books while humming an
unfamiliar tune.
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The room was just as lovely and at the same time just as stifling as the formal
dining room – filled with plush and heavily patterned chairs, lounges – by the
corner was a fainting chair to rest on and the glassy dead gaze of many
taxidermy animals that were posed in the room. As well as it being a very
masculine feeling room, but still very dark and red – the fireplace was just as
lovely as the dining room one and framed around the fireplace was an expansive
book collection. Papyrus never saw such a collection of books before, maybe the
school master, Asgore, came close but he couldn’t really tell what they all
were about.
Papyrus had been tempted to ask the stern school master if he could teach him
to read and write – but the large goat man always acted like he got a bad
stench under his nose when Papyrus tipped his hat in greeting when the big
monster was walking around town, possibly on the prowl for delinquents and
students that should be in his classroom.
“You will be expected to work the week and Saturday, Sunday is your day off –
since I’ll be out, I expect the grounds and house to be in order when I get
back in a week’s time.” Gaster said, pulling out an old looking book with a
gilded edge, drumming his fingers against it, “And Sans is to be the master of
the house.”
Papyrus nodded, only then noticing how the other held the book – cover open and
fanning out the pictures revealing a faint coloured image. Papyrus stared for
the longest time, trying to figure out what the image being revealed to him was
– flushing when it finally clicked what the hidden artwork in the fore edge of
the gilded pages.
“And as such, you are to do whatever Sans’s wishes...” Gaster continued lowly.
 The secret artwork was of two skeletal figures were entwined on a glassy
field, the embracing figures in a position that Papyrus had some of his mining
friends boast about 'fucking the whore like a bitch in heat.' after a night in
Grillby’s brothel – pelvis against pelvis, the rutting of the figures was
animalistic but still just an image. A small, but lewd hidden painting – but
the expressions contorted in pleasure and pain was as clear as day.  
Gaster smirked at Papyrus, and closed the book with a loud clap – breaking the
others line of sight of the undulating figures captured in time, as a naughty
little surprise for someone who knew what to look for.
“It’s getting late – time to call it night.” Dr Gaster said cheerfully, leaving
Papyrus to stand stunned, embarrassed and confused – staring after his employer
as he left his new farmhand in the smoking parlour, cigarette almost completely
burnt out as it hung from his maw.
Gaster put out the gas lamps with a brass dial by the door frame – plunging
Papyrus into almost darkness, the brightness of his eye lights and vivid orange
blush reflecting in the forever gazing dead eyes of the animals that filled
this room morbidly.
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Papyrus did not sleep peacefully though the night, when he rolled out of the
bed he could barely recall how he got back into the cabin with all the drinking
that he did – but somehow he did. It was the crack of dawn too; the doctor
would’ve left already for his appointment in the capital, making his headache
even worse with the morning chill – bringing a tremble to his bones.
 The severe chill made him stare down at his bare bones in a moment of surprise
making him grab the thick woollen blanket and wrap himself in the warm folds.
He stood, just in his blanket with a wince – pulling out the chamber pot with
the side of his foot, positioning it by the wall and with a few moments of
shifting and letting the blanket fall and pool around him with one arm
outstretched, bracing himself against the wall. It seemed the liquor may have
overheated him – he stared at the clothes scattered around in shambles, his
drunken self even forgo his long johns.
His right hand clasped around the orange, jelly like magic – shaping it into a
long and slick orange member. He pumped his cock a few times, but not enough to
make it hard; aiming as best he could – it didn’t take long for the excess
magic from the night before to rush out and stream into the ceramic dish,
hitting the white china noisily.
He clenched his sockets closed; the screaming in his skull was slowly becoming
an ebbing pain – though the relief of release caused a dull but numbing
pleasure throughout his body, even as he dribbled to a stop, so lost in the
feeling that he didn’t hear the door open.
“Pardon me...” Sans said, making Papyrus jump and turn to the younger skeleton
– he was unabashedly staring at his dangling length. Papyrus covered himself
with his hands desperately and forcing him to disperse the sticky and wet
ectoplasm.
“Sorry, I should’ve knocked before entering.” Sans continued, looking very
amused and dressed like he was expecting to get dirty or to work, “I thought
you would like to have some coffee with me before we start our chores for the
day?” He shook his pot, grinning with his angelic smile.
Papyrus picked up the blanket to shield himself from the other more securely –
Sans just put down the coffee pot and cup, and turned away leaving the cabin.
“I’ll wait outside for you, till you are decent.” Sans said, while closing the
door behind him – leaving it open a crack beginning to chat idly though the
door,
“I hope you like bees – we’re going to look at my hives, hey, did you know that
the drones are only created to mate with the queen, and when they do they drop
dead?” Sans continued, “Isn’t that fascinating?”
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nothing more attractive then talking about the life cycle of a drone honey bee
- whole purpose in life is to mate with the queen and then dropping dead. And
bringing up that poem if a sure way to get friends
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