Humiliation is a Better Revenge Than Death

Chapter One

Author's Note: Yes, yes, I'm not dead people. Sorry for not updating any stories in however many years. I've been busy and just underwent major knee surgery. Just a disclaimer before we begin: I haven't written smut in ages and have never written rape or smut with skeletons or skeleton raping another in a chick's body or...you get the point. So this may not be very good. Feedback is always wanted and welcomed and obviously I don't own Undertale, I'M NOT CREATIVE ENOUGH TO THINK OF SOMETHING LIKE UNDERTALE. By the way, I am the original author of this story. This was originally posted on Archive Of Our Own under the username Graceaphine, who is me.

Mkay, now let the torture begin.

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Darkness surrounded you. You couldn't see anything. You didn't know where you where or why you were here. Your SOUL was beating loudly making all kinds of thumping noises. You tried to summon something - some bones or Gaster Blasters, anything really - but nothing worked. Was there something or someone preventing you from using your powers? You tried to call out for Papyrus but stopped yourself, surprised by how hoarse and raspy your voice was. You tried to call out for Papyrus again...

...No response...

You tried to call out for Frisk...

...No response...

You tried to call out for somebody, anybody...

...But nobody came.

This wasn't like the nightmares you'd usually have so you were sure that you were conscious. However, weather you were supposed to be happy about that or not, you weren't sure.

Creeeeeaaaaaaaak...

Was that the sound of a door opening? Did someone enter the room? You waited, listening out for any sign that someone had entered the room. You decided to call out for help again, but... "Nobody came." a voice suddenly says.

You perk up, both in excitement and suspicion. So someone is in this room with you. You have to be careful with your words though, you don't know whether they're a friend or foe. "*heya, um, whoever you are. bit awkward trying to talk to someone who you can't see. think you could maybe get this blindfold off me? maybe untie me too?" you ask.

You hear footsteps get louder and stop right in front of you. You hope whoever was in the room with you was going to help you.

...

You hoped right...

...

Yet oh so wrong...

...

The blindfold, now cut into two, falls to the floor. However, the person you're greeted with makes you feel so sick you think you're gonna hurl. The being smirks and greets you, saying, "It's been awhile, son."

You sneer in disgust and snap, "*i am not your son and neither is papyrus. what are you doing here anyways? i thought you fell into the void never to be seen again or whatever?"

"True, that is but all I needed as a vessel to possess. Then, I could do whatever I want with their body and take my revenge upon you for pushing me into my own creation." the monster says.