This is an entry for the "bad things happen" bingo on tumblr. TW for sexual assault and its aftermath.
Papyrus likes humans. Overall, most of them aren't half bad. Even if coming to the surface has changed his perspective somewhat.
For example, humans aren't nearly as interesting as Papyrus had hoped. They don't often engage in conversation, preferring to gape at him instead. He gathers they're uncomfortable because he's a monster, but that doesn't make it any less rude. Not to mention it isn't his fault they all turned out to be skeletons too, tragically confined to their prisons of flesh and icky stuff. Like guts.
Guts and blood.
They're funny though. And they know a lot of things Papyrus doesn't, while he knows a lot of things they don't. So that evens out.
He likes it when they're not scared of him. He likes it when they talk to him.
He likes it-
"Do you like it?" The human asks. He's pushing against him, their bodies pressed close together and he's rubbing his hands all over him, slipping them beneath his clothes.
Papyrus jolts back to the present. He doesn't know what to say.
One moment he was walking back from the store and the next he was pulled into a dark alleyway, his bag of groceries clattering against the filthy ground. There were several humans there, and they were laughing, bumping into each other with weird smiles that put him on edge.
"A monster? Really, Troy?" One of them says, one corner of their mouth pulling up in a smirk and the other human, the one named Troy, shrugs his shoulders.
"What? I'm curious." He says and Papyrus blinks at him, something primal making him want to take a step back, but he ignores it.
"Hello, humans." He needs to bend down to pick up his stuff but every part of him is screaming that's a mistake. "Do you require my attention. You could have just asked."
Their eyes are sharp, glancing all over him, up and down. "Uhm, yeah. We require something alright."
And then they're on him. Fingertips brushing against his clavicle and Papyrus can't move. If he had the need to breath, even that would have been too much for him.
He's just standing there, the wall he's backed up against digging into his spine, and every inch of him crawls with it, shudders when they grab his wrist and bring it down, forward and there's something hard and warm there Papyrus doesn't want to think about.
He's not an idiot. He knows about human biology.
And they're laughing, high-pitched and off. Like this is funny. Like this is an ok thing to do to him.
"Do you like it?"
He shakes his head, jerks his arm back and they others are jeering Troy on, rough voices grating his hearing. Papyrus doesn't know what to do, paralyzed.
"Let's see if skeleton's can fuck, then." Troy says, trying to pull down his bottoms, pushing his pelvis against Papyrus, hard and filthy and just like that, it's as if something bursts inside him.
The first attack is messy, uncoordinated, but it gives him some room to work with. The second hits home much easier and all he can hear is their cursing, hurried footsteps against the ground.
It figures they don't want to fight him. Humans like them are cowards, after all.
Papyrus leans against the wall, shaking. He feels like his knees will give out any second but there's nothing to hold onto to keep from keeling over so he fights through the sensation until it stops overwhelming him like a flood.
Focuses on the sudden silence surrounding him instead.
He can't say how long he stays like that. It feels like an entirety but it might have just been a few minutes. Then he bends down, doesn't think about it, picks up the spilled groceries, and goes home.
This is a two shot so there's another chapter after this... Not sure when that will be up-
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