Papyrus needed to sit down. His emotions were spiraling out of control, cracking through his perfect composure. But he couldn't blow up in front of the Queen, as much as he wanted to wrap his hands around her neck and wring it.

That was his brother.. Being dragged into another person's room to have sex while in that condition! And he had no choice, because like Papyrus had said before, Sans was only a possession. His mistress could do whatever she wanted with him.

"My master may do whatever he pleases to me." Sans's broken, defeated voice echoed in his mind. Papyrus felt his face flush pink with the heaviness of his guilt. How had he been any different than Toriel?

"Well, now that you've seen him, is there any other matters you wish to discuss?" She watched Papyrus with a surprisingly neutral expression, though he could still sense an aura of smugness surrounding her that made his blood curl.

"No." He replied curtly, trying to keep his seething inside. "Thank you for, err, letting me.. see him. Good day, your Highness." He excused himself with a bow before leaving.

When he finally got home, he slammed his fists down in the table, his eyes smoking magic as he trembled in fury. A few papers scattered in his rage. How could she even think to treat him that way!? His own brother..

His poor, poor brother.. Papyrus collapsed into his chair, stifling his sobs with his hands. And he had raped him.. Papyrus was supposed to be a supportive, loving brother, not a rapist. In the end, he had made Sans's life worse. The only person he ever loved, that he ever cared about..

It was a long time before Papyrus finally stopped crying, and even longer for him to find enough peace to sleep.