It was only a half hour after the events at my school had occurred.
I was slowly walking home, hoping my father wouldn't find out about what happened. As I walked a couple of blocks, I felt my phone vibrating and heard my ringtone, Bonetrousle, playing. I picked it up and saw that... it was my father who was calling.
Frightened, I ignored the call and walked slower, trying to think of an excuse for not answering. Right after my phone stopped ringing, my father attemped to call again. Knowing that he knew I was trying to ignore him, I eventually picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I whimpered, hoping that he didn't know anything about what happened today. I heard him screaming from the other line, "What the fuck happened at school today?! What did you do?! I want answers! You bet your ass you're grounded!" Of course my father would blame me for the incident.
Out of rage, I hung up the phone and blocked him from calling. I started to cry, since I had just fucked up. "Why wasn't I brave enough? Just tell him the fucking truth!" I thought to myself. I turned around and ran away while covering my eyes, so I wouldn't look like a fool in public.
I found a nearby alley way, and hid behind a wall. My entire life was ruined. What would I do? Where would I live? I was worried sick about my doomed future. I could not return home. And if I dared to come back, my father would call the police.
I noticed... an empty road sign next to me. An idea sparked in my head. Using a black Sharpie marker I had in my pocket, I wrote on it, "GIVE MONEY FOR THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" knowing that it was my last hope in an attempt to make a living, though it probably wouldn't last very long.
I held the sign up in the air for countless hours, asking nearby pedestrians to donate. Nobody seemed to care at all, not even a penny was given. A group of teenage girls passed by, and I asked them if they wanted to donate. But they giggled and laughed at me. "Who the hell is Papyrus? Fucking weirdo!" one of the girls chuckled, as they walked past me.
I felt ridiculed... I felt loathsome... I felt... hatred.
Not just towards them, but to myself. I wanted to commit suicide, knowing that my life was worthless. There was no going back to the past.
Everytime I thought of killing myself, I heard a soft fatherly voice in my head.
It sounded like... Papyrus.
The voice encouraged me to stop these thoughts, and it seemed to calm me down. "My child... This isn't the right choice. It will all be over soon, I promise." The voice states once again, as I think about jumping off a building. I tried my best to stop thinking about suicide, knowing it would disappoint The Great Papyrus. But the thoughts just kept coming, giving me intense migranes.
As I ask more pedestrians to donate, a familiar figure walks towards me. He folds his arms and starts to laugh.
No... It can't be. It was my father, how did he know I was out here?!
I feel very intimidated, not sure what either one of us would say. "So, this is what my son became, huh? I expected him to grow into a fine, intelligent gentleman, but alas, it turned out I was completely wrong. This is what you get for those fucking retarded fetishes you have for your little "skeleton friend", since that's the only friend you've ever had, apparently."
He tries to snatch the sign from my hand, but I refuse. I can't let Papyrus down. "Let go, you little cunt." he yells. He eventually manages to rob it from my grasp, and snaps it into two pieces. He throws it down onto the sidewalk, and stomps on it, until it is mashed into pieces. Horrified, I start to cry once again.
"Papyrus, please... Light my darkest hour." I scream, as tears flood my face.
"Your autism isn't an excuse for your behaviors, either." my father laughs. He punches me right in my face, as I fall onto my side. He jabs me three more times, as bruises and blood fill my face. I couldn't even speak, as he punched me in the jaw, dislocating it.
"And you wanna know how I knew this would happen? Well... a special little flower told me!" he said, as he started to laugh maniacally.
My vision was dimmening. My hearing was deteriorating.
It was not long before all five of my senses completely turned off. I just... layed there, completely still on the floor. Motionless and numb. It felt like hours before my senses eventually grew back.
The first thing I heard, was... screaming? I then started to hear vines and leaves meshing from above, and a quiet, electronic humming noise, similar to a TV.
"Your Best Nightmare" from Undertale played in the backround.
No... I thought he was dead... He said he would never return.
I slowly opened my eyes, hoping it wasn't who I thought it was. As my eyes fully opened, I gasped in horror as soon as I saw it.
It was Omega Flowey. He had came back, he lied to me.
Omega Flowey's television screen head started to flicker, until that same horrifying black and white face from the game appeared. Flowey emitted his signature laugh, as he crept closer.
"You thought I was gone, didn't you? Well too bad! You forgot one little thing when you "killed" me. I CAN NEVER DIE. Remember? The SAVE files... The DETERMINATION... It's obvious that you're pretty forgetful. And now that I'm back... YOU COULD SPEND SOME TIME WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND, FLOWEY!"
Flowey laughs once again. As I desperately tried to call for help, Flowey shakes his head.
"But nobody came.. Just like last time!"
As I try to call Papyrus's name once more, a large plate of... spaghetti drops onto Flowey's head. A thin figure, appearing to be holding his head in one hand, emerges from the spaghetti.
It was Papyrus! I was filled with determination, my heart pounding with desire. "I told you, my child. Papa Rus is always here for you." he says to me, as he reattaches his head.
The first thing I noticed was his long, thin, bone shaped cock. It was enormous, about 40 inches long, and it slowly kept growing. As his penis grows to an impressive 90 inches, he takes the big plate of spaghetti and places it near his dick. He wraps the noodles around his cock, until it is completely covered from top to bottom.
Papyrus swings his cock at my father, slamming him, and knocking him onto the floor. Using the muscles in his penis, and a little bit of determination, he flexes his cock until it reaches my father's mouth. Papyrus jabs his shaft inside my father's mouth, and slowly lets it travel down his throat.
He vibrates his cock intensely, as my father tries to spit it out. Blood leaks out of his mouth, as it dribbles all over his face. My father starts to sob, but Papyrus laughs a loud "NYEH HEH HEH!" as he pours marinara sauce down my father's back, and down int his anus.
I reach down into my pants and grab ahold of my now fully erect cock, and furiously masturbate with great determination.
My father winks at Papyrus, distracting the mighty skeleton, as Omega Flowey crept closer to him.
Papyrus snapped back and bit down hard onto his thick vine shaft, refusing to let go, no matter how much Flowey resisted. The skeleton's head vibrated intensely, like a rabid dog. But Papyrus did not realize, however, that his dick was too large to rip off.
Flowey swipes his cock at Papyrus, as he is knocked onto the ground. The skeleton just layed there... not moving an inch.
"Papyrus... No... Don't leave me, please." I whimper, tears flowing down my face.
Flowey slowly leaned closer to me, preparing to swipe his thorny, spiked cock at me. But as Flowey was about to attack, red sauce covered his entire penis.
It was Papyrus! He had gotten up!
He was bent over, exposing his gaping asshole, which was slowly spreading outwards. Papyrus shot more spaghetti sauce out his his rear, splattering all over Flowey. The acidic sauce burns the entirety of Flowey's cock straight off, until it was only ashes.
Papyrus proceeds to squirt more sauce at Flowey, until it covers his television screen head. Flowey, being unable to see, clenches his buttcheeks in an attempt to endure the pain.
Flowey eventually releases the grip of his asscheeks, and slowly begins to explode and disintegrate. Sauce, thorns and leaves are everywhere.
My father screams in horror, as Papyrus grabs him by the dick. "We aren't done yet, fucker. It's still feeding time." he whispers in his ear.
Without a moment's hesitation, Papyrus rips apart my father's chest and shoves a bowl of spaghetti inside his ribcage. The spaghetti explodes, and he bursts into flames.
"Thank you Papyrus. You are my real father" I call out to my lord. He tells me, "The spaghetti will always be with you, my precious son. Never forgetti."
Papyrus snaps his fingers, and within an instant, we are teleported inside Papyrus's house. I see Sans sitting on the couch, as he waves to me. "Nice seeing ya, kid! he says, elated.
"Will you EVER pick up that damn sock on the floor?!" Papyrus yells at Sans, but he seemed to shrug.
Papyrus takes me to his room, and makes me sit down on his red racecar bed. "There is one final ritual before you become the Great Prince of the Underground." he says, as he puts me on my hands and knees
"I'm ready."
Papyrus fills me to the brim with his pungent skeleton love, as tears of joy and determination fill my eyes. He finishes with a loud roar, as spaghetti sauce fills the entire room.
Within an instant, spaghetti noodles slowly begin to crawl out of my penis. I ask Papyrus what is happening, and he says happily, "Do not worry! It is good sign, my little prince.
I spend the rest of my life in the underground, with my new father, and the rest of the Underground monsters.
Papyrus is Love.
Papyrus is Life.
You will never regretti being the spaghetti. Never forgetti.