Just Another ErrorBerry

Just Another Reason To Hate

A/N:Welp, I dunno why I did this. This is part two of Just Another Attempt (At Escape), because why not. You didn't even ask for this, but I'm putting it up anyway. Blueberry is so fucking evil! Anyway, onwards!

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Blueberry had told him to wait there, so he waited.
"I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him-" his mouth clicked shut as his once-brother came back in, something held behind his back. Despite trying to control it, his pelvis lifted slightly and wagged from side to side, like it was desperate for the praise he didn't want.
"First of all, I have a little gift for you~" He wanted to recoil as the demon showed him a blue leather collar, the same colour as the other skeletons magic, but his body lurched forward, not moving from his spot on the floor, yet still pointed towards it. The name 'Sans' was sewed, in the same orange as his own magic, around it, and there was a small silver ring embedded in the front, obviously for a leash to be latched onto. His soul lurched sickeningly, and for once he wished he could've been sick, but his body didn't respond to his own want as it should have. Skeleton monsters where capable of being sick, but it was usually just extra magic, and any human food they'd consumed recently, which meant he'd be using up any magic he had left, and expelling that could have terrible consequences. Obviously why his body wouldn't respond to the urge.
As the collar was fastened tightly, with just enough space for his once-brother to hook a phalange through, he noticed the sudden and inexplicable dip in his soul's pulse. He reached as deep as possible for the slightest dregs of magic, but there was none to hold onto, all of it locked away behind an invisible barrier.
"It is a quite fascinating piece of equipment. It's locked, magically, so it can't be taken off unless I rebuke the seal, and your magic is kept under control, so there'll be no more running away from you, even if you wanted to, which you most definitely don't want to do again." He did manage to shrink back a little, shaking his head meekly and submissively.
So that's what it does. Sadistic freak. As if fucking me up wasn't enough for the little shit.
"And it also allows me..." he wanted to run away as the demon hooked a phalange in his collar, pulling him close enough that the others face was in his. Blueberry's breath smelled faintly of alcohol and a little of tobacco.
Smoking and drinking? Seriously, that's a new low, what the fuck, you psycho.
"To listen in to your thoughts. You're just lucky I'm not under the influence of either of those things, or else it would end much worse for you." His legs suddenly went into action, scrabbling underneath him, attempting to escape, but then he was toppling backwards, landing on his coccyx sharply. He yelped, his arms trying and failing to support him. Blue's patella rested on his sternum, behind his orange hoodie. He stilled.
"That's better. No use in struggling now, mangy mutt. Tell me, who do you belong to?" He didn't respond immediately, still in a state of terror-induced shock, his phalanges twitching with the need to escape, yet he enacted not upon his own urges.
"I can't hear you~" he swallowed nervously, unwilling to take his eyes off Blueberry.
"You." He whispered, shuddering slightly.
"I'm going to need a little more than that, mutt. Tell me who you belong to."
"I belong to... you... I belong to you... I'm yours..." the wight of his once-brother shifted onto his breast bone, eliciting a pained whine from him as his sternum creaked with the strain. Panic flashed in his soul.
Sans. You wouldn't. Please tell me you wouldn't-
"Oh, I most certainly would." The pressure increased. Tears pricked the corners of his sockets, threatening to spill over. Instinctively his hands moved to push at the other, but Blue grabbed Papy's wrists in his hands, pinning them above Stretch's head and putting more pressure on the bone underneath his knee. He grinned down at his brother cruelly as the taller one wailed, writhing underneath him.
"Tell me, who do you belong to." The Sans hissed, pressing down harder.
"You!" Stretch almost screamed.
"I belong to you, Master, Master, please, I belong to you, please, Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, it hurts, please stop, it hurts Master, I belong, I belong to you, Master please!" Blue didn't release his wrists, but did lift himself so that he wasn't hurting the other skeleton.
He couldn't think clearly, the pain ebbing away slowly, and everything seemed hazy. All he could see was his once-brother, his Master, looking down at him from above.
"Tell me..."
"I love you, I love you, Master I love you so much, I love you I love you I love you, Master, please forgive me, I love you so, so much, I didn't mean what I said, I didn't Master, I really didn't, please believe me, I didn't mean it at all, I'm sorry, I love you I love you I love you I love you..."
"You'll be a good boy from now on, won't you."
"Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I'll be a good boy, I'm your good boy Master, I didn't mean what I said, I love you so much, Master, I love you, I looove you, I love you love you love you, Master, I love you so much, I'm sorry..."
"You live to serve me, don't you."
"Yes, yours, I'm yours, all yours, I serve you, yes, and no one else..." Blue grinned again as Stretch continued to babble uncontrollably, happy that he had full control over his brother now. They'd taken a big step in the right direction. He shimmied down so he could sit at Papy's pelvis.
"Shush now, Pup." Stretch stopped to stare down at him, hands still resting above his head despite being released from Blue's grasp.
"Let's get you out of these icky clothes first." The tall one nodded with a happy 'nyeh'.
"Hoodie first, then we'll go up to my room and sort out the rest." Stretch didn't even wait to be let up as he gripped the bottom of his clothes and pulled it up over his head in one swift movement. Blue quickly rose so his brother could too.
"Go put it by the washing machine, Pup." Papy scrambled to obey, depositing his soaked hoodie in the kitchen by the machine, then dropped onto all fours and trotted back in before bounding up the stairs. Sans followed at a more leisurely pace.

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A/N: The image of Stretch looking like a puppy is now forever imprinted in my mind. And it's adorable. There ya go. Might make chapter 3. This has slowly turned from an ErrorBerry fic, to a Creep!Berry fic... I'm sorry.