Author note- Well if you haven't read the tags yet, this is going to be a Papyrus/reader fic, I've wanted to write a Undertale fic for a while now… and I am a big Papyrus fan so I thought 'why not write a fic I could insert myself into and make all my spaghetti dreams come true?'

This is too basically to sate my sinful love of my husbando… but be warned, this fic might be slow burn, and will have a lot (A LOT) of angst and hopefully plot. There will be smut as well, but much later on in the fic…

That's pretty much everything, I will always put possible trigger warnings before the chapter as well. But expect this fic to get dark at times.

Anyway, enjoy!

(Possible triggers this chapter- attempted rape, murder, blood, violence, gang violence, mentions of drugs, etc. You've been warned.)

-x-

Chapter one

It was a chilly evening in the city, the cold biting air punctured through your thin brown coat. You wished you wrapped up warmer, not that you had anything else to wear.

You needed to find shelter before it turned completely dark…

You've been couch surfing for about a year now, the orphanage had kicked you out as soon as you turned eighteen. You didn't care, you hated that godforsaken place anyway.

Being homeless was better than being there.

Walking past a brightly lit clothes shop, you stared into your reflection in the window. Your eyes were baggy and had dark tired rings underneath, your hair looked greasy and was tied up tightly into a small bun… you haven't been able to wash it for a while now. You didn't care though, your appearance never mattered much to you anyway. Even though you looked like a complete mess.

Letting out a sigh, you continued past the shop… completely unaware that you were being followed.

You didn't realize until it was too late, they snuck up from the alleyway beside you.

"Hey gorgeous," A voice spoke up from behind you. Turning around, you came face to face with your ex. Cameron. "Miss me?"

Cameron stood there with a smug expression, his dirty blonde hair spiked up and his piercing grey eyes burning into you. He was lean and toned, having lived rough for many years before you. You don't quite remember why you went out with him, those were a dark few months for you… which you hated to remember.

"Why are you following me, creep?" You boldly spoke, trying to show you weren't scared. Cameron was like a vulture- he loved to pick on the weak. "As for your question- no."

"Aw, don't be like that… babycakes." Cameron tittered, walking towards you with a predatory glint. This was when you noticed the others, Cameron had brought his not so nice friends with him. Your heart began to beat wildly.

"Last time I recall…" Cameron began, cornering you against the alley wall. You began to hyperventilate. "You owe me some money."

"Look, I just need a couple more-"

"No!" Cameron yelled, lashing out and hitting the wall- just an inch away from your face. You instinctively flinched, managing to stay quiet… you were fucking terrified though.

"I gave you chances, I was kind enough not to fucking beat you to death when you stole that money!" Cameron ranted, his face contorted into a cruel expression. "You're lucky I had mercy for you, you stupid bitch!"

"Mercy!?" You yelled back, fear turning into rage. Cameron looked shocked at my outburst, expecting you to burst into tears rather than retaliate. But you weren't going to go down so easy.

"You make me laugh!" You couldn't see past your anger induced fog. "Mercy is treating your girlfriend like a human being, not selling her off to men for money, or getting her addicted to drugs… and definitely not hitting her, you scumbag."

You didn't even realize Cameron punched you, until you found yourself on the ground staring at the sky. You groaned out, trying to get up… but it was painful.

"Now now…" Cameron whispered, petting your hair. You made a disgusted expression, hoping your glare could kill. "Let's get to the point, shall we?"

"Seeing how you're poor as fuck, and I can't trust you to pay me back…" Cameron gestured to his 'friends'. "I'm sure you can pay… just in a different way. A trade if you will."

"No…" You gasped out, the group advancing on you. You looked for help, but the alley was deserted and who would give a shit anyway? "Stop… please!"

Hands began grabbing you, tearing your coat off- leaving you just in your jeans and dirtied vest top. You began to scream, hoping to get attention from a passer-by…

But nobody came.

"Get the fuck off me!" You yelled out again, kicking your leg out. Hearing a cry of pain, you began to lash out- clawing at the hands and at one point biting a guy on his cheek.

"Agh fucking feral bitch!"

You didn't realize they had knives.

"Oh…" Looking down at your tattered top, you noticed a deep slash across your stomach. You stared blankly as blood gushed out. "Shit."

Cameron was staring at you with a shocked expression, but it soon turned into his usual smugness. The other men didn't seem to care, some chuckled while others shrugged.

"You probably have a few minutes to make use of the body," Cameron said to them, and in a flash they advanced again. You were too weak to resist, too busy applying pressure to your stomach.

"F-fucking… sickos…" You gasped out, your vision turning black. You could feel hands tearing your clothes off, you braced yourself for pain…

"HUMANS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

You could feel the intrusive hands freeze in shock.

"What the fuck is that!?"

"A-a-a… monster!?"

"Fuck that!"

You couldn't really see what was going on, only that the hands left you and you could hear your attackers running away.

You were thankful it was over.

Even though you were going to die.

You could feel a much taller presence approach you warily, although you couldn't see him through the dark fog. When his (gloved?) hands applied more pressure on your stomach, you gave a shaky smile to his direction.

"OH NO… WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?" The voice said, sounding extremely upset. You grabbed onto the hand, thankful for the comfort in your last minutes of life.

"T-thank… y-you…" You gasped out, the pain was too much.

"HUMAN!?" Was the last thing you heard before you succumbed to the darkness…

It was a nice voice.