(It starts with the chapters previously writen in the smut lemon book thing sooooo yeah)

Vincent arched his back a little as he stretched out on the red covers of a king size bed, the tags of a collar jingling at his neck. His ears perked at the sound and he peered down curiously at first, his head tilting as he saw the collar. 

It was sweet innocence at first glance, but the cuteness soon died away as he narrowed his eyes, hissing loudly at the wretched bind around his throat. The tip of his tail flicked with annoyance as he tried to take off the collar, heaving a loud sigh when he felt a lock in the back. 

Looking around, he noted that he was yet again in Papyrus' room, not remembering how he had gotten here. He had to admit he loved taken naps on the soft comforter of the skeleton's bed, dozing off in a ray of warm sunlight filtering through the window.

He studied the posters of naked female monsters on the wall with a low growl, pertaining no interest in them. He was thinking about going back to sleep when something red caught his eye, making him glance over in it's direction. 

Laying in perfect sight on the pillows at the top of the bed was Papyrus' scarf, the cloth along the edges jagged and torn from previous fights. He crawled across the bed towards it, his tail swaying playfully behind him as he grinned with sharp teeth, his eyes narrowing mischievously.

Without hesitation, his hand shot forward and tuggged at the scarf, making it move a little across the pillow cases. His eyes lit up with energy as he did it again, ending up on his back with the scarf above him in his hands, dangling it in front of his face where he tried to nip at the end of it.

He played for a while before he grew weary once again, curling up in the middle of the bed with his tail tucked to his side, the scarf still in his hands. As he drifted off into sleep his ear flicked at the sound of someone walking towards the room he was in, a familiar voice cursing about something that happened that day.

He didn't have much time to react as his eyes fell shut, only catching the glimpse of dark pants and a nasty belt before he started to dream again.