Once arriving home, Papyrus opened the door to there house, and let Sans inside. He brushed himself off before taking his jacket off. Sans looked at his brother's ribs, which were softly hugging the fabric of his royal under shirt. ".... Sans... Are you alright?" Sans snapped out of his trance as he gazed at Papyrus. He blinked before answering, "Y-Yeah... I think..." Papyrus softly chuckled before carrying Sans to the couch, "Y-You know I could h-have walked... Right?" Papyrus didn't answer, but instead threw him onto it. "Sans... You're mine... And mine only... No one will call you anything but Sans, unless it's...." He waited for Sans to answer, "U-Unless it's... You?" Papyrus smiled, "Correct..." He threw his hand around Sans' neck, "Mine!"

Sans gulped, the fear clogged in his throat barely moving, and held it. Papyrus turned to face him, a hint of lust yet dominance creeping towards Sans, like a ravaging hoarding beast. Sans gulped once more and crossed his legs to avoid any... "surprises". Papyrus chuckled and used his magic to slightly undo Sans' jacket, revealing his small yet oddly sturdy ribs. He licked his lips (teeth?) before disappearing behind the door, not taking notice of the cuts and gashes that marked his brother's rib cage and soul. Sans quickly zipped his jacket back on, and laid on the couch; he soon fell asleep afterwards. It didn't last, though, when Sans was forced awake by the feel of Papyrus throwing him onto himself. "B-Boss!?" Papyrus lightly smacked him, "Papyrus, remember? We're alone now..." Sans looked down and away, fearing he did it completely wrong. He shook under Paps' gaze. "... Sans..... Sans? Are you alright?" Papyrus asked while straddling Sans in his lap.

Sans fidgeted when Papyrus went to place his hand on his cheek, however causing Papyrus to be overwhelmed by his quick temper. "What?! What did I do wrong this time, huh?! Am I not NICE ENOUGH FOR YOU?!" He flailed his arms, knocking a few breakables over. He his himself, but felt Sans jump off and dash to his room. "Sans! I'm sorry, please come back now!" Sans pressed again his bedroom door and locked it. For days after that, Sans didn't open the door, even for Grillby's mustard. This worried Papyrus so; had he gone way too far? Surely he thought he was just trying to comfort Sans. Damn temper, if only he could control it better.

More days past, and nothing stirred from the room. Papyrus had enough and broke it down. Huffing, he looked around, eager to find and help his brother when a certain spot caught his socket. A piece of paper and... A pile of.... Dust... Papyrus' fear grew larger as he held up the dust stained paper. "Dear Boss, I'm sorry I couldn't say this sooner and well... While I was still alive, but... I'm so sorry I made you deal with me. I know what you're probably thinking ' Hooray, my horrible excuse of a brother is finally gone' and... I respect that... I just didn't want to leave this world without saying something. So here it is... I'm so happy that you got all you ever wanted, just know that I love yo-..." The rest was smudged with dust and blood, now with tears as Papyrus slowly broke down.

"S-Sans.... God... No p-please... Sans..." He picked up the dusty jacket and held it to his face, tears dotting the fabric as he knelt down to the floor. Sans looked from the closet as he watched his brother break down. His heart shattered as he watched for a good two hours, until Papyrus got up, slid the jacket on and put on a true stony face. He opened the door and, before leaving, looked at the room one last time. He... Was going to get Sans his well deserved 'revenge'. He walked down to the kitchen, Sans slowly and cautiously watching behind, and made to his room. He held up a kitchen knife, aiming it towards his soul, "Sans.... I'm so so sorry... I wish I could have made it up to you.... I love you..."