And here we have YET AGAIN more ED!Papyrus

I requested some whumpy prompts on tumblr and this is what happened.

Warnings: Child Abuse, Eating Disorders, Implied Suicidal Thoughts (the usual for this AU)


The doctor never worries for them. He is the one that breaks them, into tiny tiny pieces, then pushes them into a corner and waits for them to be whole again.

So the breaking can start all over again.

It's been like that for as long as they can remember, as long as they existed, and they know this is the purpose of their creation, their only reason to be.

But then there's the time Papyrus doesn't heal.

Sans sits in their room, huddles closer to his brother as if somehow that will fix him. Pushes against broken bones as if this alone will be enough to set them. Make them mend under his touch.

His magic never was any good at that, defensive at best, and he can't kill the doctor or heal his brother or anything-

He can't do anything.

It's hours before their father even peeks into their cell again, aimlessly, preoccupied, and Sans tells him, spits it in his face, because he knows it's the doctor's fault.

Gaster stops for the tiniest of seconds, distracted, then dismisses them with a hand gesture. "Test your patience, Subject 1. You're better than this."

Sans isn't sure what that's supposed to mean, except perhaps another reminder that he shouldn't cling so much to his brother, as the doc often tells him.

"He's so much stronger than you, yet so much weaker," he had marveled one time, long ago. "You'll only drag each other down."

Hours pass and Papyrus doesn't wake up and Sans is practically climbing up the walls with worry.

"Please, please, please-" he repeats over and over and it doesn't change anything. It doesn't make it right.

The doctor comes by again, throws one look at the two of them before sighing, and finally taking action.


Papyrus feels fuzzy, warm. He hasn't felt like this so long, maybe never, but it's nice.

Better than the emptiness and the cold and the feeling of decaying.

"You're really stupid, you know?" a voice says, and he still doesn't want to open his eyes. He doesn't want to know what the doctor thinks, or what he did this time.

He just wants to sleep.

One hand pushes down onto broken bones, grinds them into each other, and Papyrus gasps as pain rushes up his leg, makes his vision dark for a second.

His sockets fly open and his father is there, looking down at him with a little smirk and disappointed eyes and he groans, because it hurts and he feels weird.

A 'don't-eat-for-12-days' kind of weird.

"You didn't even have enough magic left to restore this… mess," the doctor says absently, gesturing at whatever remains of his legs and Papyrus knew.

Knew when he blacked out he might not be able to wake up again.

Not that that worried him very much.

"I didn't care," he says, because he didn't, and Gaster told him that if he lied he'd get beat even worse and he feels like death as is-

The doctor looks surprised for a tiny second, an instant of wide eyesockets and tight set mouth, then he scowls and pushes down harder.

Papyrus yelps, tries to pull away but can't.

"I don't remember giving you permission to act so carelessly with your life." His father hisses, then lets go and Papyrus tries so hard not to pass out.

He stands, smiles again but it's different now. So much colder.

"Make sure you don't die," he says, doctor's orders. "Or I'll make sure your brother will soon be joining you."

They never talk of it again after.


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