Warning! Graphic rape, anti-abortion views, abortion


You couldn't move. His hands were tight on your upper arm. You could already tell that if you tried to fight back, he would easily break your arm. He was whispering in your ear, but you couldn't understand a single word he said. It was in a language you didn't understand, a language with lots of guttural sounds and growls.

A shiver went down your spine as he bit your earlobe. His grubby hands moved from your arms to your hips, his fingers gripping you so tightly you could feel the bruises forming under your skirt. He said something and chuckled deeply. He started biting your neck, and you couldn't take it anymore. You tried struggling, whipping your head forward to break his grip some.

Surprised, he man took a step back and held a hand up to his cheek, where your chin slammed into his face. His grip on your loosened and you managed to break away. You managed to get a few running steps away before his hand grabbed your wrist tight enough to hear the bone crack a little. You let out a scream of pain.

"Please! Please someone help me! He's going to hurt me! P-please help me!" You were sobbing, screaming, hoping someone would come to your aid.

But no one came.

He ripped your skirt in two as if the fabric was paper. With at twinge you realized he destroyed your favorite skirt, but then you felt him.

He had his fingers between your legs, touching you in the vilest way. Your sobbing increased tenfold, your whole body shaking violently. He slipped his fingers in you, growling into your ear again. You thought you were going to be sick, but you couldn't seem to move any part of your body. He said something that sounded like a command, bur you didn't understand.

Suddenly, you were spun around. Your hands automatically braced your weight against the brick wall of the dingy ally you were dragged into. You felt your blouse tear under his grip as something hard and fat was pushed into you. You cried out, feeling like you were being ripped in two. You felt something rip, and saw something red drip down the inside of your leg as you let your head hang down. The man thrust into again, causing the bile in your stomach to bubble.

Soon, he started thrusting faster and faster, the blood and your own juices making it easier and easier to violate you. He shifted you up a little, and his dick hit something in you that caused you to clench tightly around him. He laughed loudly and started thrusting even harder.

The bile finally came up, splattering the wall and dribbling down your chin. The tears mixed with the bile on your face. Your knees gave up, but instead of falling to the ground, the man gripped your hips tightly, thrusting into you at a new angle.

You went limp, unable to hold yourself up anymore. You felt like you were watching from far away, or like you had gone to another place in your head. You completely shut down, let the man do what he would with your body.

It felt like hours before he finally finished, cumming in you violently. He dropped you almost instantly after, letting you slam to the ground. Your head slammed against the cement, opening up a gash on your forehead and causing your vision to blur.

You watched him pick up the scrap of fabric that was your skirt and wipe himself off before saying something with a laugh and walked away.

You didn't know how long you stayed there on the ground of that ally. You faintly saw white dripping out from between your legs, white and pink, probably from the blood mixed in with it. You could feel your bile soaking into what little fabric of your shirt was left, but there was nothing left in your stomach to throw up this time.

Looking to the left, you saw your phone on the cement, shattered and probably broken beyond use. As a last ditch effort, you held down the home button and prayed. When you heard those two electronic beeps, you started crying again.

"Call Sans…" You said, your throat raw from screaming and throwing up.

"Calling… Sans." The phone said back to you. Since the screen was shattered, you couldn't put it to speaker, which you probably wouldn't have been able to do even if the screen was fine. Thankfully, the sound was up loud enough that you could hear a faint ringing. After five rings, you thought he wasn't going to pick up. You thought he would leave you.

"…'ello?" A deep voice came from the broken device. You gasped and tried to pull yourself closer to the phone.

"S-sans?" You couldn't hide the tremor in your voice.

"Kid?" He was instantly concerned. "You never call. What's wrong?"

"I…" You didn't know how to explain it right then. "By… deli…" You choked back a sob as he sucked in a breath.

"By the deli? What happened? I'm on my way. Stay on the phone with me. Come on kid stay with me." He was talking fast, a habit he only seemed to have when he was scared or stressed. You didn't know what to say, but you knew he could still hear your sobs.

After what felt like an hour – but was probably closer to five minutes - of listening to him ramble into the phone, you heard footsteps running in your direction. You instantly knew it was Sans, because no human could rattle when they ran.

"K-kid…?" Sans' voice filled the ally. You couldn't speak. You just grunted. He rushed to your side, falling to his knees as soon as he was next to you.

His hands ghosted over you, afraid of touching the bruises that were blooming across every inch of your skin. He took his jacket off and placed over you, it being so large it covered you almost completely. He reached around to try to pick you up, but you flinched away from his touch. You didn't see Sans, you saw a foreign man with string hands and bruising fingers.

Sans made a sound that you couldn't quite pin point. You felt yourself surrounded by a warm sensation before you were lifted into the air. Blinking a weary eye, you saw Sans had picked you up with his magic and was helping you float over to a rip in the shadows.

That's how he traveled so fast, you realized back when you were still Underground. He found rips in the shadows and walked through them like doorways. He floated you through the door straight to a very familiar room.

Even though she was one of the first to the surface, Alphys' lab was almost identical to the one Underground, even down to the heat of the place. It was like she couldn't let go to the past, but it gave a slight comfort seeing something so familiar.

"S-sans?" Alphys squeaked and fell out of her chair. You saw out of the corner of your eye that she was watching something on the large screen.

"H-hey Doc." Sans left his grin in place, but it was strained to the cracking point. His hands were shaking so badly, you could feel your body shaking from his magic. "Seems the k-kid ran into a spot of trouble."

Alphys knew it was more than a little trouble. She had never seen the skeleton so worked up. His voice was cracking, hands were shaking, sweat beading up on his forehead. She came closer to you, and Sans moved you so you were right by her.

She did an overview diagnosis and felt tears building behind her eyes. It was obvious there was excessive force, from the bruising around the hips and thighs. It was evident it was rape from the white between your legs, but she had to do an official examination before declaring that.

"Sans bring her upstairs. Lay her on the table." In doctor mode, her stutter disappeared. She wasn't nervous, or scared. She was in the control. Sans didn't waste a second taking you up and gently laying you on the work table. He released the magic and let you slump into the surface. While waiting for Alphys, he gently stroked your hair, his shaking fingers getting caught in your tangles.

Alphys nudged him out of the way with a warning that he might not want to be there while the examination was going on. He took the hint and teleported away, but she could hear his slippered feet pacing on the lower level.

Alphys began by giving you a small shot to the arm, something to help you fall asleep so you would resist the examination. She waited the five minutes with one hand on your wrist, feeling your pulse slow to sleep tempo before continuing.

She removed Sans' jacket completely and her jaw hardened. Putting on sterile gloves, she began. She carefully pulled your legs apart and began dabbing you, not only cleaning away the semen and blood, but getting a good look at just how ripped it was. It took her several minutes to sew your entrance to as close to normal as possible. You would need reconstruction surgery after all this cleared up, but for now those stitches should keep infection away and start the healing process.

Putting the samples in tubes, Alphys placed them to the side and continued. There was bruising along your wrist, and with a simple twist she could tell the bone had a hairline fracture. Mumbling under her breath, she wrapped it up as best she could. She didn't have any cast materials, seeing how monster forms didn't really break enough to need a cast.

After she had cleaned and bandaged you, she laid you out on the table, naked as the day you were born. She mused momentarily how embarrassed you would have been if you were awake. She placed thin fabric over your chest and just between your legs, leaving your hips, thighs and wrist uncovered.

Using her camera, she took pictures of the bruising. She realized she should have taken pictures of the damage before cleaning it up, but the court would have to take her word because she was a doctor. A monster with a doctorate was just as legit as a human with one. Finding some clothes in her closet – left over from Undyne at some point – she redressed you.

Alphys took a step back, feeling more exhausted then she ever thought possible. The medicine she put in your arm only lasted around an hour, which meant you would be waking up any minute now. Deciding now was the best time, she took the escalator down to Sans.

He saw her coming and rushed to the bottom of the moving steps. In another situation, Alphys could have laughed at the thought of the short skeleton rushing to do anything.

"It was most definitely rape." She began. "I took samples of the semen for evidence, as well as pictures of the bruising. Sans… it was pretty b-bad. Her v-vaginal walls were r-r-ripped in four d-different places. T-thankfully I was able to sew the most m-major rips to s-s-start the h-healing process, but I don't know h-how well they'll h-hold up." Her stutter came back, now that the medical emergency had passed. Sans just stared at her with blank eye sockets.

"Will she be okay?" He asked finally, voice taunt with fear and worry.

"She's s-sleeping right now. Physically, she should recover in a few w-weeks. M-m-mentally… I'm not so sure. P-plus there's the r-risk of pregnancy from the a-attack."

"Pregnancy?" Sans' voice sounded hollow.

"E-enough of the… t-there's a chance that there m-might be a baby because of t-this…" Alphys' voice dropped to a whisper when she heard movement from the upper layer.

"Alphys… what are we going to do?" Sans asked, quietly.

"There's n-nothing we really can do but s-support her." She was just as quiet.

"Sans?" A voice called from the upper layer. Instantly, Sans was by your side. You woke up with a splitting headache and a stabbing pain between your legs. There were voices downstairs, but you couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Hey there kiddo." Sans smiled softly at you. You were instantly more comfortable with the skeleton next to you.

"I…" You remembered what put you here and felt sick, but refused to throw up. You could see the strain behind his smile, despite him obviously trying to be the one to comfort you. You forced a shaking smile on your face. "I guess you know what happened then."

"Yeah… I, um, I…" He was at a loss for words, something you've never seen him do before. You laughed a little and turned to Alphys.

"What's the damage, doc?" You ask. The corners of her lips quirk up in amusement at your wording but somber quickly.

"H-hairline fracture in your wrist, tears in y-your…" She trailed off, blushing and looking away. Judging by the pain you were feeling, you could only assume it was from the tears. "Physically, you should be f-fine in a few weeks. I have evidence if you want to go to the p-p-police about this."

"I…" You knew the police wouldn't do anything, especially for someone with so many connections to the monsters. "It doesn't matter. He was foreign. Probably leaving the country soon. There's no way they'd track some guy down across the world." You tried to keep your voice light, but there was a certain heaviness that nothing could get rid of.

"I'm gonna take you to a human hospital as soon as I can. They can make sure there's nothing wrong… inside you." Sans gestured weakly to your lower half. You would have blushed if you weren't thinking about what happened.

That was your first time. That man took your virginity in an ally way against your will. You were filthy. You could still feel him moving in and out of you, causing your stomach to heave violently. Before you could get a word out, Sans shoved some kind of bowl in your hands. You threw up, but only stomach acid came up.

"M-maybe it'll be best to take her n-now…" Alphys said quietly as she handed you a glass of water. She took the bowl and held it at a slight distance as Sans helped you stand. Your knees gave out as soon as your feet hit the ground, but thankfully he was there to catch you.

"Hold on tight kiddo. I'll keep you safe."


The hospital trip didn't take long at all. Since Alphys had already fixed a good amount of the damage, the doctors just gave you an examination and a report on the incident. You gave them Alphys' information so they could contact her about the samples.

The worst part was the stitches. While Alphys did a good job, she missed a large tear closer to the cervix. The stitches needed to be removed and replaced, which hurt so much you blacked out for about five minutes.

You were in and out in under five hours, surprising for a human ER. Your knees had gotten their strength back, so you could easily walk on your own, but Sans refused. As soon as you came through the doors, he swooped in and picked you up.

"Sans I can walk just fine." You say with a slight smile, wincing as your sore lady parts were jostled. You expected some sort of objection, or pun, but he was silent. Sans just looked ahead, eyes black and face blank. "Sans…?" You placed a hand on his cheek, shocking him into looking at you.

"What's up kiddo?" His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't talked in years.

"Are you okay?" You asked, worried for your friend.

"Am I okay?" he chuckled, sounding so tired you felt your heart break a little. "You just got… and you're asking if I'm okay? You're a piece of work, you know that?"

"I've been told." You replied, remembering all the times Sans told you that himself. He realized it too, and managed a small smile.

"Let's head back to my place. I'm not okay with leaving you alone right now, and it'll be easier for me to take care of you if you're five feet away from me at all times."

"You don't have to take care of me." You say, almost out of obligation. You wanted Sans to take care of you, but you didn't want to be a burden.

"Yeah, I do." His voice was hard, but you could tell it wasn't pointed at you. He walked part of the way to his apartment before finding a shadow rip and entered the apartment from the shadow behind the couch.

Placing you on the couch, he laid a blanket over your lap and promised to be back in a few minutes with some food.

You looked around the apartment, taking in the familiar rooms. Sans had found his own place after coming to the surface. He worked as a scientist, but not in the traditional sense. He did most of his findings in a side room in the apartment, seeing how he was usually too tired to go to the actual lab downtown. No one complained though, because Sans brought in some of the most elaborate experiments and explanations the humans have ever seen.

You felt your eyes start to drift shut, even the sounds of Sans banging around in the kitchen didn't bother you. You quickly fell asleep.

Hands, everywhere. Touching, touching. GET YOUR HANDS OUT OF THERE! Dropping, thrown to the ground, growling coming from every direction. Hands, on your hips. Hands, on your chest. Hands, inside of you. Hands, everywhere…

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" You woke up with a high pitch scream, one that was pure terror. Sans can running out, thinking you were being stabbed to death by the tone of your wails. He tried to get you to calm down, but the feel of his hands on your shoulders made you struggle even more.

You couldn't see anything, your tears and fear clouding your sight almost completely. In your struggle to get away from the hands, you fell over the back of the couch, almost slamming your head on the hardwood floor.

Something warm surrounded you, and you felt a sudden jolt of weightlessness before being brought back onto the couch. You calmed down, being surrounded by the familiar warmth. Suddenly, the hands on you weren't thick and grimy and too hot. They were slender and hard and chilly. You looked Sans in the eyes and burst into sobs.

He wrapped your arms around you, letting you cry into his shoulder. Before, he was getting nervous. You had taken the news so well. Too well to be honest. He thought you were in shock, or maybe something even worse. Although he hated seeing you like this, he was relieved this was a normal reaction for your situation.

"Shhhh, it's okay kiddo. I'm here. Sansy's here for you." He rocked you, letting you cry yourself out. After what felt like an eternity, you just laid against his chest, hiccupping and sniffling. He propped you up and wrapped the blanket around your shoulders.

"It hurts…" You cried quietly. He sat next to you and pulled you close again, letting his arm keep the blanket snuggly around you.

"What does kid?" He asked, equally as quiet.

"Everything." Somehow, another tear worked its way from your eye. He wiped it away with his free hand and held you tighter.

"I know kid… I know…"


Things seemed to be going well after that night. You stayed with Sans most nights, and the nights you weren't at his apartment, he was at your house. A little rented building, with three room and a fireplace.

It had been a little over a month since that night. Sans had insisted on getting you a new phone, and wouldn't let you leave the house without him or someone he trusted by your side. You tried to keep it a secret at first, but of course Alphys told Undyne, who proceeded to find the man and teach him a lesson, leaving him under a bridge for dead with an "I like to rape women" sigh tied around his neck. He didn't remember enough to file a report.

After that, everyone knew – well, all the monsters knew. They came to visit on a daily basis, bringing treats and movies and positive vibes. You were starting to feel like your old self again, finally, after so many weeks of being a shell.

You were sitting with Toriel and Asgore. They invited you for tea that morning, and you were more than willing to get away from Sans' hovering. After the barrier broke, Toriel decided to allow Asgore one more chance to prove himself, and it seemed so far the monster king had been doing a good job.

"What is wrong, my child? You have not touched your sandwiches at all!" Toriel explained, worried for your health like any mother would be, if they were a goat monster who had a human child that didn't eat much.

"I've been feeling kind of nauseous today… I don't know why though. I'm not sick or anything." You replied, picking at the crust of your chicken salad sandwich. Toriel stood with all the grace of a queen and made her way over to you.

"May I, my child? I have been told I have quite the knack for healing spells." She asked sweetly. You stand and nod, letting her place her large paws on your shoulders. Toriel closed her eyes and you could feel the room go up a few degrees.

You could feel the magic going from her paws through your body, like an electrical current going through each one of your veins. You must have stood like that for ten minutes before she pulled away wish a gasp. She shakily took a step back.

"My child…" Her eyes looked haunted, which scared you because you have only ever seen love in her gaze. Asgore rushed from his seat to her side, letting her rest her weight on him. "How long ago was that… incident?" All three of you flinch at the thought of what happened. It only took you a moment to think back.

"Almost six weeks. What's wrong? Mom?" You're voice gained a hint of desperation.

"There is a second soul within your body. It is small, barely big enough to be noticed, even by me, but I could tell…" She said like a doctor telling the family the diagnosis.

"M-mom… what are you saying?"

"You are pregnant, my child…" Her tone was filled with horror, but it was like she was trying to break it to you gently. You felt your knees give out as your hand flew to your stomach. You could smell the flowers being crushed under your knees, but you couldn't move.

"Child? Oh dear… I shall call Sans for you, alright?" Toriel was speaking softly, but you were frozen in place, unable to look away from the crushed blooms.

You heard voices, but they seemed far, far away. A child… because of that man… You thought, feeling even sicker than ever before. The child of a beast. The offspring of a demon, growing in your uterus. You started shaking as if you collapsed in Snowdin, wearing nothing but a thin sundress. Your vision began swimming, and it was almost like the flowers were mocking you.

"…kid?" Sans' voice was the first thing to break through the ringing. You looked over at him, and noticed how pale he looked.

"S-sans." You reached for him, but collapsed before you made it to his arms. He caught you easily, holding you close to his chest.

"W-what am I g-going to do?" You couldn't cry. You were too numb.

"We'll figure this out together." He said, the faith in his tone shocking you.

"How…" You sounded broken, like you had given up hope.

"There's… there's a Planned Parenthood office outside the city. I can call, make an appointment. You can get that thing out of you before it grows into a baby." The thought of an abortion made you tear up, but the thought of letting this rape child grow in you made you sob.

"Do it." You said as gravely as you could with a trembling voice. Sans nodded and teleported to your house. The instant you were safely on the couch, he pulled out his phone.


It had taken three days to get an appointment.

You were so nervous your hands were shaking uncontrollably. Sans took your hand and held it tight, letting you know he was there to support you.

He had taken a short cut just around the corner of the office. He tried to find one closer, but the shadow ports changed and moved on a daily basis, and that day it was the closest one. The closer you got to the office, the louder the buzz grew.

Turning the corner, you saw a large group of people with signs outside of the Planned Parenthood office. They were screaming and chanting, yelling at people walking past on the sidewalk, throwing things at the women walking in and out of the office doors.

One of them caught sight of you and started yelling at you.

"Hey! You're not going into the murder hospital, are you?" He said with so much venom you felt your whole body tense up.

"Hey buddy, why don't you back the hell off?" Sans stepped forward, his eyes going completely black. The man with the sign didn't back off though. He started getting the attention of those around him. For the first time, you could read some of the signs.

Abortion kills lives.

Pro-life or pro-Satan.

You're all going to HELL.

You thought you were going to throw up. The crowed turned their attention on you, throwing things at you. Catching one, Sans opened the paper ball and saw it had "facts" about how abortion kills, along with some graphic pictures that looked faked. With a sneer, he threw it back into the crowed with enough force to make someone yelp.

He wrapped his arm around you, to shield you from a majority of the attacks, both from the wadded up paper and from the verbal assaults.

"How could you?" One woman screamed at me. "How could you murder an innocent child?"

"You're disgusting! Wasting life like this!" Another man yelled. The worst part were the children, obviously dragged here by their parents. The younger ones just looked around scared, wondering why their parents were yelling so loudly. The older ones were joining in, letting their upbringing run their tongue rather than morality.

By the time you got into the office, you had cried off all your makeup and your scalp was stinging from where one of the protesters pulled your hair. The woman at the receptionist desk gave you a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry for that. We tried to get the police to get them to leave, but apparently they have the constitutional right to harass anyone they please." She said with considerable venom. She handed you a tissue while Sans checked you in.

There were very few women in the waiting room. One girl looked younger than you, thirteen at the most. Her mother was with her, and both looked grim. Another woman had a man with her, but it didn't look like they were together. Everyone else was alone.

You only had to wait for about twenty minutes before being called back to the office room. The doctor that greeted you seemed friendly enough. She saw the streaks of eyeliner on your cheeks and realized what happened. She gave you a supporting smile and asked for you to sit up on the table. Sans moved to stand next to you.

"What brings you to Planned Parenthood?" She asked, clicking her pen.

"I…" It was still hard to say. "About six months ago I was raped by a man in an ally, and I just found out I'm pregnant because of it." You said quietly. The doctor wrote something down and looked back at you.

"Are you certain it was from the rape?" She didn't say it like she was accusing you, but like she wanted to make sure.

"Quite certain. It was my first time." You said quietly. You didn't miss Sans' gasp of shock. He never knew that part.

"Has anyone talked to you about the option of adoption?" She asked. You shook your head. "Would you like to hear about the adoption options available?"

"I can't keep this baby… I can't keep this constant reminder that I was violated." You said, maybe a little more venomous than you should have. The doctor just nodded and wrote something else on her clipboard.

"Okay, here are your options…"


By the time you got out of the clinic, the mob was disappeared. The actual procedure didn't take too long, but the doctor spent a long while talking about the risks and what to expect afterwards. Sans held your hand and talked you through it, despite the doctor saying it might be best for him to leave. You barely realized anything was happening because you were trying so hard to block it out.

She warmed you that the next two or so weeks would be a little rocky. It would be like being on your period, cramping and spotting for around two weeks and emotional distress for months after. She seemed almost comforted for you that Sans was by your side the whole time.

He brought you back to his apartment, laying you on his bed gently. Your pelvis was sore, but not nearly as bad as when the attack first happened.

"Wanna talk about it kid? Sans asked gently, laying down next to you. You shook your head and buried your face in his chest. "Wanna sleep for a while?"

"Yeah…"

"You heard the doctor. You need to talk to a psychologist or something… You can't keep this to yourself."

"I know… I'm just tired right now."

"You know I'm always here for you, right?" He nuzzled him face in your hair, and his closeness making you feel even more comfortable.

"Am I really a murderer?" You ask, tears burning behind your scrunched eyelids.

"What? No! You had to do it. Besides, you heard the doc. At six weeks, it's just a bundle of cells. It wasn't a kid yet. No different from some skin cells." He tried reassuring you.

"She never said that last part." You said, not amused.

"Yeah, but I'm tryin over here." You felt him smile against your hair.

"What if those protesters were right? What if that kid could have been the person who cured cancer? And I just killed them…" Your tears finally overflowed, soaking into Sans' shirt.

"They were just saying that to make you feel guilty. What if the kid was the next Hitler, huh? You can never know. What we do know, is that you would have been miserable if you had kept that kid. While we were waiting I read a pamphlet and like 13 percent of rape victims end up killing themselves, and I know that a lot of mothers get depression after birth… those statistics don't work out in our favor kiddo…"

"I don't think I want to kill myself." You said, not very convinced.

"Well, I'm here for you. If you start having those thoughts, you gotta come to me, okay?"

"Alright Sans." You said, your words slurring with exhaustion.

"Good. Go to sleep kiddo. You've had a rough couple of weeks. I'll protect you. Always."


A little longer of a chapter to make up for taking such a long time to update! This was a recent suggestion, given to me by a lovely tumblr user.

This is definitely one of my deepest chapters yet. It covered two really, really intense subjects. Something I want to say is that I'm not bashing all pro-life believers. I know a lot of people who are super chill and believe all life deserves a chance.

Also, I know many pro-life believers that have told me personally that because I support abortion I support murder and if it were in their power, they would arrest me for murder.

I've read many articles where mobs wait outside PP and attacks the people trying to go in and out, so although it seems a little outrageous, it does happen. It happens quite often unfortunately.

On a lighter note, check out the tumlr blog for this story, "loveyourselfstory" and check out the hashtag "loveyourselfstory" to see some of the awesome artwork created by our friends!

Until next time!

~Starlight