AN: Suicidetale is an AU where practically everyone is suididal or masochistic, aaaaand yeah, the story sort of speaks for itself. Undertale and all of its characters belong to Toby Fox, I only own the phrases, and the AU SuicideTale, lmao- oh and um also this is like a fusion of humantale,( or some AU like that) with SuicideTale. so um yeah bye lmao-
Papyrus was just sitting on the couch, watching cringy emo furry MAPs and crying big emo tears over them, crying like a little whiny bitch. Papyrus soon flopped off the couch, and bawled over a goddamn furry dying in his cringy video. Papyrus continued lying on the couch, hugging a pillow and sniffling. "Th-that was s-so...sad..." "I-I never wanna wa-watch that one...again..." He kept sniffling, staring at the wall in front of him. Papyrus hugged his knees to his chest and sniffled, rocking back and forth. If you were to look in a window, you would see he looked somewhat traumatized. "I-I never...ever.. wanna wa-watch that one...again..." He sees one of his knives poking out from under the cushion. "M-maybe...doing wh-what I know h-how to do best w-will he-help.." Papyrus pulls the knife out from under the pillow. "I-I haven't used this one in a long time...It's goddamn dull...I have to basically saw at my skin to make cuts...But it's worth it..." He held the knife to a scar on his wrist, and took a deep breath. He managed to make a cut on his wrist, but to his surprise, it didn't hurt like it used to. It actually felt good. Papyrus shuddered, and he stopped for a few seconds to think; 'Am I becoming masochistic?' Papyrus pushed the thought away. He stared at his wrist, before making another cut.
He ended up making a few more cuts, trembling from the loss of blood, and biting his lip from the pleasure. "Why does this..feel good...?" He talked to himself, and ran a trembling finger across his cuts gently. Papyrus didn't realize how much blood he was losing. He suddenly started to feel sort of dizzy..and out of place...and then, he passed out, just like the few times he had done this before. He woke up in the hospital, the sound of beeping from the machines in his room filling his ears. Papyrus felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked over to his shoulder to see that Sans' hand was resting on his shoulder. Sans brushed his lips across Papyrus' cheek.
"How are you?" Sans asked, grinning like normal.
"F-fine..." Papyrus stared at a wall, blushing. He brought his eyes up to Sans'. Sans was still grinning. Papyrus blushed a little more, looking down at his wrist. Sans used his finger to lift Papyrus' chin. Then he fucking kissed him, straight on the lips. Papyrus was surprised at first, but then he kissed back. Sans pulled away soon after, smirking.
"You're already doing better than when I first found you...On the floor, in the living room." Sans smiled broadly for some reason. "I thought you were gonna die, and oh boy would that be a fucking miracle." Papyrus' blush faded. "I hate you so much...But I love you just as much...I love your body, your everything. But there's a part of me that fucking hates all of that." Papyrus looked at his wounded wrist awkwardly. Sans stroked Papyrus' hair comfortingly. "You'll be fine.."
"Yeah, sure I will. You always say that, yet sometimes I really wouldn't be," Papyrus hissed, glaring at Sans. Sans kissed Papyrus again, this time squeezing his hand lightly and then pulling away a few moments later. "Sans, why can't you just fuck off sometimes?" Sans glared.
"If I had fucked off when you always wanted me to, you would be dead. You don't know a lot of shit, so just..be quiet." Papyrus went silent. Sans glared still, then he turned and left the room.