Imma be honest, this was one of the hardest to do, mostly because I just spent so much time wondering what AU to do, and how I was going to make it work. And then… his beauty came to mind.
WARNING: Although this doesn't contain any NSFW content, the relationship is very unhealthy and does have a very… rapey moment.
Step… step… step…
At first, Frisk never wanted to hurt anyone. You could call her a bit of a pacifist, and she was rather proud of that. The same could be said for Chara, the human that hosted her spirit. After all, these were her fellow monsters she was talking about. They had loved her and treated her as if she was one of their own, and she relished seeing her family once again. Chara seemed to understand these feelings, as she had made sure to painstakingly spare every monster they came across. Together they saved the Underground, and Frisk finally received the closure her restless spirit had been aching for ever since her death. But… then came the resets.
"Heya kid…"
Reset after reset, they saw the same things over and over again, with small bouncing skeletons and angry lizards meeting them with the same lines and shenanigans with each turn back. Chara seemed to be only interested in reliving one of the best days of her life, as well as experimenting with the different reactions and secrets of the people around them. However, the one that caught Frisk's attention the most was that humorist. It was the comedian. The skeleton who smelled of an interesting mix of cigarettes and honey.
"You've been busy, huh?"
It was just a harmless interest at first. The skeleton was obviously hiding a few secrets, secrets that they uncovered with each time they reset the world. Still, even after poking through each and every crevice of the Underground, it seemed that Chara's curiosity was not yet sated.
"Really busy."
Chara was the one who came up with the idea to start slaying a few monsters. Frisk was absolutely against it, though she had to admit her own curiosity was rather high.
"You just don't know when to quit, do ya?"
When they had slain their first monster, they had both felt horrible. They had felt remorse and regret. By the fiftieth monster, Frisk couldn't seem to muster up the emotion to even care.
"Alright then… tell me something, kid.
First it just a few monsters, and by the time a few resets had passed, Chara was already slaying Alphys. Frisk had always had a sort of loathing towards the lizard; she wasn't going to be missed by her anytime soon. It wasn't until she was killing her own mother and father in the next few runs that she realized she had stopped being able to feel the remorse she had once been proud to feel.
"I want you to be completely honest with me…"
Once again, it was Chara who wanted to go all the way. She just wanted to know what it would feel like; to see what would happen and how her once friends would react. And so, that's what she did. It wasn't until nearly everyone within the ruins had been slain that Frisk was able to, for once in her life, gain control. It was startling at first, and Chara was completely taken aback when she moved through Sans' puzzles without even realizing it. It had been scary for her, but Frisk only found it exhilarating. However, no amount of killing or resets could prepare her for the real deal; the object of her entire focus.
Papyrus.
"How many times have we done this?"
Frisk could only grin, the smile stretching across her face as her fingers mindlessly twirled the knife in her hand. Papyrus blinked at her with tired sockets, giving a small sigh as he knew she wasn't going to answer him. It was all a part of her fun. "Alrighty then," he muttered, phalanges coming up to his cigarette, quickly crushing it by both ends and flicking it away.
"Let's get this over with."
Adrenaline kicked through her the instant she felt her soul turn blue and her body slam against the wall. She couldn't keep that delirious grin off of her face as she nimbly dodged each bone that shot up from the ground. As expected, not a scratch was on her by the time the Blasters had disappeared. She grabbed hold of her knife as her body darted forward to give the first strike.
The first time they had battled, it was frustrating. It was infuriating. It made her angrier and angrier with each time she was forced to load her Save File once again. There was a conclusion, though. It took one hundred and sixty-seven times, but there was finally an ending. No dosage of heroine or cocaine in the world could give her the same high she felt when her knife hit bone, slicing straight through his neck and lobbing his skull clean off. She felt only glee once he dusted. However, that wasn't the end of it. Even after, she found that her thoughts still lingered on that humorist. Of course, those thoughts had died down once Chara had reset again, but after gaining a few more levels from harming a group of monsters, her interest was sparked again. The two began to experiment, seeing what kills got him to react in certain ways. Frisk found a particular giddying feeling in just seeing what could make him express emotion. This usually meant slashing through his older brother, but he she didn't care. Sans was forgettable anyways. Papyrus was much more intriguing.
Before long, they were on the route to genocide once again. Frisk wanted to feel that high again. She wanted to experience every grueling moment of that final fight. Sure enough, they were face to face once again, and Frisk was only a tad rusty with her moves this time. It only took a good twenty tries to kill him that time. But this wasn't enough, and soon they reset and went back to experimenting. They hadn't even erased the world, either. The expression on his face when he saw Chara again, it was… well, she wasn't going to describe it in words. Papyrus had become her new obsession, and she was determined to know everything she could about her favorite humorist.
Now, here she was, on their fiftieth genocide run. She couldn't be more ecstatic. Frisk considered this to be their anniversary, even if Papyrus himself didn't know it. She would make this memorable, though, just for him. Only for him.
Thoughts of their being together had clouded her mind, to the point where she was almost hit again. That was rather close. Still, she didn't let it deter her, and went about slashing at him once again to see him take a short cut out of the way just in time. More bones shot from the ground, but they were avoided with ease. It was practically child's play at this point. The more she dodged his attacks, the more she saw her love beginning to sweat, her prize soon to come. She had the entire sequence memorized at this point; bones, blast, jump, bones, jump, blast. He was at the point of where he was getting tired. It was coming.
Platforms appeared, but they barely deterred her as she moved past every blaster just as they went off. Here it comes.
"Whoa, you really like swinging that thing around, huh?"
There it is.
Frisk stopped, listening to his spiel that was mostly aimed at Chara, trying to plead with her to spare him. This was one of the only parts she really despised. He wasn't supposed to be talking with Chara. This was their moment; he should be paying attention to her, not Chara.
As usual, she refused his offer and took another swipe at him, and despite knowing he was going to avoid it anyways, she still gave it her all, because he deserved nothing less. The rest of the fight went as it usually did, though this time she was determined to not get hit once throughout this attempt. It only felt right, and so far, she was succeeding.
Before long, they were at the finale. Frisk readied herself for the attack, and despite all of Papyrus' warnings and threats, she went in with a smile on her face, her heavily lidded eyes still so concentrated on his figure. Thrown from wall to wall and shot through loops, she successfully avoided each and every bone, blast, and karmic retribution he tried to spear through her body. Sweat dripped down from her face, but she didn't stop despite the aching of her body. Papyrus himself looked as if he had taken quite the beating, even if it was more of a mental one than the physical kind. With one last wave of his hand, he slammed her into the wall, ready to launch the special attack he'd been warning her about, despite knowing that she already knew what it was. However, he wasn't prepared from the sudden break from the rhythm as Frisk failed to stop to listen to his usual chatter about his special attack. Instead, she continued to run straight at him, and before he could even get the chance to use a short cut, she hand him tackled to the ground, a knife at his cervical vertebrae. He grunted in surprise, immediately moving to grab her, but she quickly took hold of both hands, lined them up, and speared through them with her knife and pinned them to the ground. Red liquid poured from his shaking hands, leaking from his shaking metacarpals. He cried out in pain, struggling to buck her off, but with her straddling his pelvis, she wouldn't let him. Not when they were so close.
"Kid, what the fuck do you think you'r- gah!" Papyrus was cut off when he felt cold fingers duck under his hoodie skim around his lumbar vertebrae. Frisk smiled giddily down at her prize, watching him look up at her with a newfound terror in his sockets, something she had yet to see before. The tips of her fingers gently rubbed along the discs of his spine, making him twitch and squirm at having someone touch such a sensitive part of his frame. She wanted to know everything about him, and the more physical aspects certainly were no exception. Curious hands began to explore along his sternum and ribs, mapping out his entire frame as jagged and broken nails scraped along the bone, causing him to hiss at the sharp, prickling feeling. Her hands roughly felt every inch of his upper body, tugging at various bones to see what made him yelp and what made him grunt in pain. It seemed that the discs of his vertebrae were most sensitive, especially around his neck. Several times he tried to tell her off or intimidate her, but his methods fell apart when his speech became stuttered whenever she yanked at a rung of his spine. Her hands soon came to his skull, and his expression grew even more wary, but it wasn't quite what she was looking for. She enjoyed listening to him groan in slight pain as her fingers hooked through his mandible and slid into his sockets to feel around his magic-filled cranium. As hard as he tried to force her off, he was just too weak. It wasn't long before she was satisfied; she slumped against his ribcage, closing her eyes for a moment to just dream of another time where she would have this skeleton all to herself. Her hand grazed his neck as she did so, playing with the sensitive rungs as if she was a lover rather than the killer he knew her as.
However, all good things must come to an end. Frisk straightened up her posture, sitting up and taking hold of the knife handle and ripping it out. "You look just like Gaster now," she laughed, referring to the new holes in his hand. He could only cry out in pain as he lay limp on the tile ground. Given up, has he? Cute. Without hesitation, she slashed the sharp blade across the humorist's cervical vertebrae, slicing through bone with ease and disconnecting his skull from the rest of his body. Liquid determination spewed from the wound, splattering all over Frisk as she daintily picked up the severed head, looking him in the sockets. Papyrus' sockets seemed to shrink in shock, mandible left hanging in silent horror, before he being cut off by a deranged giggle. That look was everything she'd ever wanted to see. It filled her with a high words could not describe. She closed her eyes, pressing her forehead against his frontal bone in silent euphoria at this moment. She let her breathing slow as she just wanted to stay like this forever. Just her and the skeleton, here together once again.
She soon pulled away, watching him with heavily lidded eyes that only portrayed a mad devotion. "Happy fiftieth!" Frisk grinned. "This was rather fun, humorist. Let's play again!"
Papyrus' could find anything to say, his body already dusting below the human's own smaller frame. Frisk stood up, taking the skull and planting a firm kiss atop his frontal bone. With little hesitation, she raised it above her head and smashed it into the ground, watching it turn to dust immediately. She watched the dust settle, wiping away some of the speckles of red that had been sprayed on her face and licking her stained knife clean.
She then loaded her save file.
…
Papyrus stood there, silent as Frisk approached him once again, unable to say anything for once as they faced each other. The human smiled madly at the monster, who remained without sound. He just stared, letting the cigarette drop from his mouth and onto the ground.
For once, he didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to do but just stare.
