AN- WARNING.
THIS CHAPTER WILL HAVE EXTREME REFERENCES TO RAPE, ABUSE, SEX TRAFFICKING, SLAVERY, VIOLENCE, OWNERSHIP, PTSD AND OTHER VERY DISTURBING THINGS.
ALSO THERE IS A VOMIT SCENE, BUT ITS NOT DESCRIPTIVE-
PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION.

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"Who... who, d-d-did this to you...?" Classic managed to choke out, feeling sick to his soul.

Syrup was wrapping clothing straps around his arms, ribcage and spine, them all covered in at least 2 inches of reddish orange frozen bone marrow, some of it slowly seeming to be melting off due to Syrup having been inside.

Upon closer inspection... Classic realized it wasn't just bone marrow that was frozen on. He barely kept back from throwing up realizing what the other vile liquid was.

The other skele was frozen still, unsure how to react terrified. He didn't know what he was gonna do... until Classic ran up.

"Who the fuck did this to you? A-and why are you just, putting cloth over it??"

Syrup felt himself grow more tense, unsure how to answer. The smaller, realizing his reaction slowly began forcing himself to calm
"Ok... Syrup, I just want to help you. Please, let me get this off."

Syrup quickly shook his head backing away.

"N-No I can't- h-he'd-" he felt his breathing get erratic, as he quickly backed away.

"Syrup?!" Classic's voice slowly faded away, as he found himself back in the basement.

He was gasping for air, as Rotten's heel laid on his throat, nearly crushing it.
"YOU... D A R E D TO TAKE IT OFF?!" He heard his angry voice call out, gagging as his heel stepped harder on his neck, making the collar's spikes dig deeper into his throat.
He weakly whimpered, trying to apologize.

He let out a cry as he was instead met with a kick to the head, his lord removing his foot and picking him up by his collar, like he was nothing more then a ragdoll.

"YOU WILL PAY DEARLY TOY." He snarled out, Syrup letting out a scream of pain as a hammer suddenly slammed into his skull, shattering out a hole, reddish orange bone marrow running down his face like his skull was a waterfall. Syrup felt his vision going out, but Rotten wasn't gonna let him go that easy, yoinking out his soul from the hole in his ribcage. Syrup let out a shrill gasp, the gloved hand making his fragile soul uncomfortable. His screams intensified as he felt his hands squeezing it, only to throw it to the floor.

He unleashed the whip on his belt, attacking the fragile device, Syrup's blood curdling screams and sobs only urging him to continue. Once his soul was covered in the cracks he picked it up, Syrup attempting to catch his breath, his vision swimming. "PATHETIC. LET THIS BE A LESSON WHORE." Syrup felt his breathing intensify as his lord forced his legs open.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A TOY. AND IT WILL BE A LOT WORSE, IF YOU DARE TRY TO CLEAN YOURSELF AGAIN."

Syrup looked as he began to undo his pants, bringing them dow-

... he heard a different voice, and felt something around his arms. He continued to hyperventilate, fearful the touch was about to lead to pain.

... but all it produced was him slowly beginning to understand his surroundings. He wasn't in the basement... he was in the bathroom. In Undertale, universes away from his owner. He realized the strange feeling was Classic's arms around him softly, whispering assurances to him.

He felt everything suddenly hit him like a wave, his emotions starting to be too much.

".... It's ok to cry Syrup... I swear it's ok."

Those words, Syrup hadn't realized how much he needed to hear them.

The past decade of pain, abuse, self hatred, fear, and all negative emotions hit him like a freight train, beginning to sob and wail against him. Classic firmly yet softly held him, letting him fall to pieces in his arms, uncaring of how dirty it was getting his outfit.

Every cry was like a stab to the other's heart, so much pain, sorrow, and negativity was behind each one. It was almost like each sob was for a different event, memory, or feeling, as they were almost all a different sound, intensity or inflicted differently.

Classic realized his sobs were finally quieting, looking at the male in his arms. They were now only quietly sniffling, attempting to stop their cries fully. Carefully he wiped away the taller's tears, them melting into the touch like he had never felt any sort of nice touch...

"... I don't know why your scared... but please Syrup, let me take all of this off. I swear, you'll feel so much better..."

Syrup felt his mouth go dry, Rotten's words haunting every thought. But, only one sentence had the power to convince him.

"I swear Syrup... no one will ever hurt you here, you're safe to heal..."

He felt tears come to his eyes, burying his face into Classic's chest as he shakingly nodded.

Relief was clear as the other softly set him down, saying he'd be back. He returned with medical supplies and multiple old rags, asking Syrup to sit in the bathtub. The anxious skele slowly nodded, doing so.

Classic wet the first rag, asking Syrup's permission before slowly taking the first wipe of the bone marrow. He felt sick as he went through 2 inches of the frozen stuff, revealing injuries just with that first wipe. He felt Syrup shaking, softly holding him in his arms as he continued, wiping away the years worth of blood. Every wipe revealed a new injury, that he disinfected, healed or wrapped, not wanting to use up his magic until he knew where needed it the most. The first arm took about 20 minutes, Classic getting water for the both of them to drink, and softly washing his arm with warm water. He heard a sound that lightly surprised him, a purring as the warmth coursed through his bones. Classic smiled, feeling motivation of the calmness he was now experiencing, going to the right arm.

He noticed recent cuts, recognizing the patterns his eyes darkening. He hid his worry, knowing he'd need to go to Alphys to get him checked out, continuing his work. Once he finished the other arm, Syrup's purrs were steady and calm. Classic looked at his chest, asking if he was ready. Syrup grew tense, his purrs ending.

"Hey sh... It's ok bud, it's ok..." He assured him, Syrup burying into him again. He shakingly nodded, Classic softly taking the rag to one of his ribs.

He flinched as Syrup let out a whine, him realizing just how loose the bone was. He went as soft as possible, whispering apologies at every noise of pain. About 6 of the ribs had been completely torn off, 8 had been cracked, burnt, snapped, or hurt in some way. He felt that sick feeling return, as he noticed how bad his spine was covered. He was as gentle as possible in removing it, every new crack making his blood boil. once he reached the top... that's where he snapped. right where his soul rested, a hole had purposely been carved to grab it at any time...

His soul made him physically gag, as he finally put two and two together. it was covered in unhealed cracks, and carved with the most horrible words.

"Sans' Toy"

Bites also covered it... Classic began to cry. How... how could anybody, EVER do this to somebody... let alone their OWN BROTHER?? Red hot anger coursed through his bones, realizing his investigation was far from over. On his spine, there was more carvings.

Of ownership

Of horrible names

Of insults.

He didn't even notice Syrup quivering for a minute, filled with nothing but rage and a desire for the monster's blood to be split. But once he did, all anger melted away as he softly took him back into his arms, whispering assurances and making sure he knew he was safe. He slowly heard the skeleton calm, continuing to fully bandage, heal and clean him. His purrs slowly returned, as his bones were free from their prison for the first time in 8 years.

Classic was certain his... bottom portion was about the same, but decided against doing it himself. "Would you be ok to bathe yourself? Since I'm guessing you don't want me to touch... there-" Syrup anxiously nodded, Classic slowly getting up
"Just,.. call me if you need any help." The other nodded, as Classic left, still covered in bone marrow.
Once in his private bathroom, he shut the door and immediately smashed the mirror, the anger for the other version of himself staining the broken glass. He knew this was soundproof, so he didn't have to worry about Syrup hearing. He took in shaky breaths ripping his clothes off, feeling horrified realizing some of the liquids could be from... That disgusting freak. 'Ok I'm burning those-' he thought, immediately going to vomit, everything he was holding back coming back at once,

He had seen a lot, due to the humans' resets... but none of it remotely compared to even one of his arms.

'... Syrup's not going anywhere.' He thought, wiping his face

No way in hell would he ever allow that bastard to have him back... he would rather die.
Sure, he hated making promises... but this is one he'll die to keep.

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AN- So uh yeah, this one got bad-
Sorry not sorry for anyone that got sick as well reading this- still hope you enjoyed Syrup's first character development lol