This is Chapter two to my story Autumn Ombre.
Again I stress that their is a major rape trigger warning, things should start to make sense with Sans's reaction in the previous chapter.
This should be resolved in the next chapter, afterwards, maybe some interactions between Sans and Papyrus.
I do ship them together, but I'm still debating on whether or not to have it in this story. Anyways, thanks for reading and following.
I would love to here from you so please leave a review in the comments.
He gagged, feeling the air shudder around him as he clawed into nothing, yet everything. Gaster, from above, watches his movements neutrally and continues the small ministrations to his soul, only occasionally bending down to swipe his tongue across its surface. Sans could feel the panic rising in his throat, he's struggling to pull away because it's just too much. Too much, and for a skeleton, he is unbearably warm. The air is suffocating.
For a blessed moment, there's relief. Gradually, his head lifts from the safe cradle of his arms. Tilting back from the spot on the floor he had crumpled in, he meets Gaster's disapproving frown.
And flinches as a hand lands on his shoulder.
"Sans, be still, I don't want you damaging my equipment and I don't want to start over again."
After a few moments, Sans nods, forcing his body to stay put. Gaster hums, shifts the soul in his hands, and continues.
It's getting harder to predict Gaster as time goes by, but he has to, for Papyrus's sake. Sometimes they'd be in the lab, conducting experiments, or other times he's being dragged into that room from behind the house. Afraid to have their father's interest directed towards his brother, Sans got good at reading faces.
Then there was one day, his father was constantly angry: he snapped at him, trashed their house, and broke every single glass they had. San was afraid for his life, and with dread he ushered Papyrus away. That day had to have been the worst yet.
He lingered nearby, waiting for the cue. Gaster trudged through the house; seemingly oblivious to Sans's presence, until he wasn't. Without a moment's pause, San summoned his heart, watching it turn blue and feeling vertigo as his freedom was robbed. Their father pulled him through the house. Sans's panic spiked as he was dragged out the front door, crying when his head slammed into the door frame, but Gaster payed no heed. Without pausing, they rounded the corner and entered that room.
"I can't believe them, the fools!" Gaster hissed, peeling off his sons clothing to fit sensors along the exposed bones. "They're ignoring the greater good, we can be so much stronger than humans, if only they could see past their fear. I doubt humans even have any knowledge of the determination that's in their hearts."
"But you do Sans." His father's voice changed as he reached for his soul. "You're such a smart boy, you know that my work is for the good of all monster kind." Sans shivered as the familiar pleasure overrode his senses.
"Sans, I think I've been going about this all wrong. I haven't been able to get a reading on the effects of the determination injections yet. And although your stats haven't changed, you've changed, you're a very different person from when we first started. I know we're missing something"
By now his breaths came out quick and warm, he was revolted with himself. How he couldn't hate these sessions entirely. He knew that is was wrong, but it felt sickeningly-nice in a way; however, he hated himself so much after it happened. Speaking of which, he was starting to feel confused, usually his father tried to get this over with as quick as possible. Looking up, he watched his father continue the small ministrations on his soul. His father had shrugged off the lab coat, and was now carefully strapping sensors onto himself.
"I'm so sorry Sans, but I think I figured out the reason why. Human's are such strange creatures, they can't summon their own souls; instead, they rely on monsters to do it for them. Only then, can control and direct the power of determination. I assume that is still the case, even if we are both monsters, you may be able call forth your soul but the determination remains behind."
His father, at this point, was avoiding his fearful gaze. Sans's stomach turned when his father's soul appeared suddenly between them.
"So Sans, put your soul away so I can call it out. I think it'll work much better that way."
He flinched back, the wires pulling taut, he wanted to be out with his brother, playing. Not here, not in this damn room.
His voice trembled, but he needed to know,"are you going to fight me?"
"No Sans, I can't. It's all about intention, you see. I would never willingly harm my son, so I can't summon you're soul like that. This is going to be a little different..."
Trembling, his soul disappeared. This time, was so very different. Usually his father kept his distance, but now he was approaching him with a certain sense of trepidation.
"If they're was another way- but no. I'm so sorry Sans." His father swallowed thickly before steering his heart over to his son's chest. And suddenly, he could feel his soul move, and the temporary calm that had overtaken him was gone. He wanted to jump, move, scream, run, but all he could do was lay there as he was pinned down to the ground.
"You can't Sans, I need to be able to get a reading." And there was that pull again, he felt like he was going to be sick. "I need your soul, this will be over quicker if you stop struggling." He tried to fight, but he was trapped. So he tried to summon his soul, not bothering to look at the man, but that was blocked too.
"Sans?" His father tried again, though his voice was quickly loosing its patience.
"i'm trying," Sans shivered against the pull, "please, I don't know why it's not working!"
Sans could feel the eyes lingering on him, and could almost sense them darken.
"Oh," his father said, "I didn't want it to have to be like this."
Though he was still trapped, Sans felt the man above him shift and adjust. He refused to look, that was probably why he didn't expect the sudden hand on his exposed rib. It moved languidly, lightly petting the area before moving on.
"dad?" The word burned his mouth as it came out, but that feeling suddenly became much worse than before.
"Relax, you can't summon your soul when you're like this."
He tried to, but then that pull would start in his chest and he would sink into panic. It was so hard to think right now, all he could do was feel as the hands brushed against his ribs before fondling his spine.
"Please, after this, you can leave the lab for the day. Maybe go play with your brother? He's got a new friend hasn't he," pull, "I think their name was Undyne."
Sans latched onto that, his thoughts turned to his brother, finally feeling his soul lift from his body.
"Good," that man above him said, quickly snatching his soul from the air before it could disappear. "Now Sans," that voice made him sick, "I really don't want to ask this of you, but I need you to touch me."
His eyes fixed hazily on that face above him.
"I don't think I'll-Sans, we'll both need to, so if you could just copy what I'm doing, I think that should work.
Wordlessly, he reached up and stroked the body above him. He let his mind retreat to better times, when it was just him and his brother, before his father started experimenting on him with the determination injections.
Instead of going out to play with his brother, he ran upstairs to his bedroom and slammed the door. Trying to forget how violated he felt. He gave up. Collapsing on his bed with a sob, he summoned his heart, to stare with revulsion at it. Mixed between his once pure blue, was the yellow of his father's debauched justice. No amount of scraping or tearing could remove it, Gaster had connected their magic. His soul values seeped and mixed together, partially blending with his father's, and there was nothing he could do to reverse it.
He sat their in the dark for many hours until it was close to dark out. As much as he wanted to disappear, Sans knew he couldn't. So he got up, put on his shoes, and walked outside. He found Papyrus playing by himself in town, under the careful watch of the shopkeeper. Not meeting her glance, Sans walked towards Papyrus and pulled him into a hug.
"Brother!" Tiny arms wrapped around his body. He flinched as he felt his soul heat up. His eyes looked up momentarily to see the shopkeeper's worried glance, before they returned down towards his brother.
"everything's okay pappy," he lied, but it was a small price to pay for that smile he got in response, "see, i'm fine. let's go home."