⚠️ TRIGGER WARNINGS (SEVERE!): Sexual assault/rape (we get into it, sorry), torture/abuse, violence, blood ⚠️

(Mum I'm sorry but this is my life now-)

~ Third-Person Point Of View ~ (Focussing on Sans(Classic) at the moment.)

Sans woke up in a weird, dim, shed-looking thing. It looked like his shed, actually. Sans was laying down, as far as he could tell. He sat up, his back hurting like hell.

He then realized his right ankle hurt quite a bit. He also felt something... on it? He looked down at his ankle. There was a chain on it, connected to the wall. The hell..? He thought. He then actually looked around the room. It looked like Papyrus and his shed, but it was different. The bars could actually keep people in, and there was no bed nor any food or water. The window was all boarded up, only letting a thin slip of the dim light outside in. The door looked pretty banged up, and had a lot of locks on it.

But the thing that shook him to the bone was the fact that there were multiple different fixtures of chain-things to hold people, and blood. The place reeked of blood, sweat, and tears. Did Papyrus redecorate for Halloween?! What's happening?! Why am I chained up?!?!

Sans had to admit that he was getting a little scared. Wait, no, --he was terrified. He had no clue what was happening. He saw that the chain was irritating his ankle-- it was all red where the chain was. The chain was extremely tight.

Suddenly the door handle jiggled a bit. Sans hurried and tried to get any sort of attack ready, but he was too scared to even move. The locks all unlatched, and and the door opened.

Two men who looked like royal guards walked through and quickly closed the door behind them. They looked at Sans with a peculiar look on their faces.

"So they weren't joking..." One of them, a wolf, said, walking towards the bars.

Sans pressed his back up against the wall, getting as far away from them as he could. What the hell was happening?! He had never seen these people in all of his life, or in any of the RESETs! And definitely not in Snowdin. The other one walked up to the bars.

"He's kinda cute..." The other one, another wolf, said with a sly smile.

Sans stared at the both of them, looking for any sign of them moving in any sort of suspicious way. They both whispered to each other, then looked at him dead in the sockets. They then proceeded to open the door separating the two of them from Sans. Sans stood up instantly, in a battle stance. He didn't have any energy to fight, but they didn't know that.

⚠️ !!!WARNING!!! ⚠️
SEXUAL ASSAULT AND VIOLENCE COMING UP
(Including... those types of words.)
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You have been warned!

"Who are you?! Where am I?!" Sans demanded, trying to put on his scariest voice he could.

They didn't react in any way whatsoever. The reached Sans and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. He tried kicking at them, but to no avail. He was in no shape to fight anyone right now. He hadn't eaten anything for about three days, and the cuts on his wrists had made it so his HP was always lower than it's maximum. 0.7, in fact. Yes, it was indeed very low.

The one who had grabbed the collar of his snow-white shirt then threw his to the ground and got on top of him, pinning him to the ground with his hands on Sans' arms, and his knees on Sans' legs. Then the other one came over. The other one hoisted Sans up into a sitting position and held him there. The one that had previously been holding him down then... reached down to his pants.

Sans panicked. He was actually going to have to suck some random guy's dick (yes, yes, I know. I said 'that word'). Sans struggled more against the other man's grasp, but the guy wouldn't budge. The man holding Sans in place then sat down, still keeping Sans right where he was, and made it so that Sans was basically in his lap. Sans could feel the man's... that poking him. 

He felt it before he realized it. In his mouth. The man was shoving it down his throat. Sans felt tears threatening to overflow out of his eye sockets. The man would let out soft, low moans every once in awhile, telling Sans that he really didn't give two flying fucks that he was raping the poor skeleton. But then he felt the man that was holding him start to go for Sans' pants. No... Nonononono!! PLEASE NO!! Sans couldn't hold his tears back anymore as he immediately thought about the fact that the man was pulling down his pants to have 'sex' with him. 

Suddenly the man thrusting inside of Sans' mouth let out a louder moan, and Sans tasted the man's semen flowing into his throat. He couldn't breathe with the cock so deep in his throat. Eventually it started coming out where his nose would've been, but Sans refused to willingly swallow any of the almost sour tasting cum. He was literally choking.

"Swallow it, dammit!!" The one who had just came in his mouth shouted at him, shoving Sans' face so that the dick somehow went deeper into his throat, choking him more.

Sans had tears freely streaming down his face at this point. The one who he had felt going for his pants then started rubbing on where Sans's dick would've been if he summoned it. But Sans refused to. The man, annoyed that the rubbing wasn't working, suddenly bit down hard on Sans' neck, making him cry out in pain. He was feeling no pleasure. He would not let himself moan. No way. The man then reached up his shirt and started fumbling with his ribs. Shit. His ribs were somewhat to extremely sensitive because of all the times he had had a giant slash wound in them caused by a certain 'human'. The man who has just bit down on the skeleton's neck then stopped.

"Hey... Can't skeletons form some sort of, what's it called..." The man couldn't find the words.

"It's called an ecto-body, right?" The other man said for the other.

"Oh, yeah. That's it."

Sans started to tremble. He felt his rage building up, which was not good. When he got too angry he would snap and probably hurt somebody. Or kill them. And it wouldn't be on accident, especially for these guys. The man he was sitting on then slowly pulled Sans' head back, the dick sliding out of his throat and mouth, and then the man suddenly had Sans' on his feet, his ribs presses up against the cold wall. He felt something around both of his wrists, and heard a clicking sound. Shit. No, no, no... Please, no... He didn't know what they were going to do. But he knew it wouldn't be good.

He heard the both of them zip their pants back up. Okay... that's a good sign, right..? Then he heard another clicking sound. He turned his head as much as possible, still crying, so his vision was blurred, but he could make out a box that was sitting sit under the boarded-up window that he somehow not noticed before. His fear had probably made it so his mind skipped over the fact that there was a box there, he figured. But then he saw was was being pulled out of it. His soul skipped a beat. He began trembling more violently.

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They tore his blue hoodie off of him, as well as his shirt. They would then run their hands along the crevasses in his spine and other exposed bones, making him shiver, even while he was still trembling. One of them somehow made it so he couldn't turn his head at all. He didn't care about the fact that his bandaged arms were showing. He was more focused on the fact that he was about to be freaking beaten. He heard them chuckle when they realized how much he was trembling. They thought it was funny.

Snap!!

He felt searing pain on his spine. His HP went down to 0.65.

Snap!!

More tears were knocked loose. His HP went down to 0.6.

Snap!!

He cried out loudly in pain this time. His HP went to 0.55.

SNAP!!!

The fourth one was the hardest. His HP dropped to 0.4. He felt his dark red blood trickleing down his spine, staining the top of his shorts. He was openly sobbing. He had never been beaten this horribly since... well... a long time ago. They laughed again. He cried more. He knew what was coming. He had no power over it.

His rage then took over. He ripped the handcuffs out of the walls, obviously startling the two guards. He then summoned a bone attack, and impaled one of them, the one who had bitten down in his neck. It looked like they both had taken turns whipping him. He quickly grabbed his shirt and hoodie, putting them on, each in one 'swoosh', as the other guard, the one that had choked him with semen, tried to hit him with his large broadsword.

Sans dodged the attack somewhat easily, but not too gracefully. He was in a bit if a haze from the sexual assault, and his HP being so low. He then formed a Gaster Blaster and looked at the guard's eyes widen in fear at the thing, then Sans blasted and killed the wolf-like monster.

The Sexual Assault Has Officially Ended - - You Are Now Somewhat Safe

Sans' sleeves were ripped on his sweatshirt, just enough that you could see where the bandages started. His cuts were bleeding again from all of the magic usage. He hadn't been able to use magic without any wounds he had conflicted on himself start bleeding for awhile now. He felt that his back was bleeding too. He was losing a lot of blood- and at an alarming rate. He heard shouts from outside the shed. He sighed. He wished more than anything to be back in his home, with Papyrus. At that point in time he didn't care if there was a neverending loop. He just wanted Papyrus back. Or at least be with him.

The Gaster Blaster's blast (say that five times fast 😵) left scorch marks on the floor of the shed. You could also see the dust where there once stood a monster. There was also dust where he had impaled the other. They were both dead. He... hadn't actually wanted to kill them. Just make it so they couldn't chase him or rape him any further than they already had. His vision was starting to get blurry. He needed to move, and quickly.

He ran over to the boarded up window and started trying to pry off the wooden boards, to no use. He created, with difficulty, a bone that had an edge of the back of a hammer and then tried using that. That worked nicely. He then proceeded to take off each wooden board, prying each nail holding it in place out. It took a few minutes, but he finally pried everything off of the window, and saw that it wasn't locked or anything, which was probably why they had put the boards on it.

He heard more shouting. Then keys jingling outside the door. He cursed quietly under his breath. He tried opening the window, but it was sealed shut from the cold, and from not being opened in so long. He couldn't get it open. He even summoned a bone to help. Nothing worked. More jingling.

He then slammed his fist into it out of desperation. It cracked. It was weak.

He did it again. A sharp pain shot into his upper arm from his tightly clenched fist. He felt his back still bleeding. As well as his wrists. The window cracked more.

He hit it again, this time harder. There was shouting right outside the door. There was also visible blood being left on the window, where his fist had been hitting. His hand now hurt like hell.

He hit it a final time, it shattered at the impact, and he felt a lot more pain in his hand. He had quickly covered up his face and such with his hood, so no glass shards would fly into his face.

He felt his HP drop to 0.35. Crap.

The people outside the door unlatched the last lock, and Sans threw himself out the window, scrambling to get up and get away. He ran as fast as he possibly fucking could.

He looked for a tree with low branches. If he could get into the trees, then they couldn't follow anymore footprints. He saw one, jumped as high as he could in his weakened state, and grabbed ahold of the branch, swinging a bit, but eventually throwing himself up on it. He gasped for air in his non-existent lungs, but then quickly got up and hopped up onto higher branches.

Soon he was at the top of the tree. He heard shouts coming from below him.

Then he saw him. He made eye socket-contact with him. It was... himself? But different looking? He looked bigger than Sans. Like, three times bigger than him. But other than the obvious size difference, he had the same shape and such. He saw a gleaming golden fang in his smile.

They stared at each other. Sans' very light blue eye-lights watching the other's blood red eye-lights with caution and hidden fear. Sans was shaking. No way someone could get up here that quickly, right? He had some time to heal himself. Right? A few other people were looking around the shed. Sans could just barely see them in the distance. But... he... was at the base of the tree. Then he wasn't. Sans clung onto the branch he was on tighter.

He then felt a warm breath on his neck. He was shaking again. His HP was literally at 0.35. He was in absolutely no shape to fight... himself, or whatever.

He turned his head quickly, and drove his knarled up fist at it, but the guy caught it and pushed Sans to the ground. Sans was now on his stomach/ribcage. The guy stepped on Sans' back, sending jearing pain because of his bleeding whip-marks. He whimpered a little. His vision was getting darker by the second.

"Calm down, will ya?" The skeleton's voice was gruff, and assertive-- but there was a certain gentleness to it.

"What? You got a bone to pick with me?" Sans asked him.

He heard the other chuckle a bit. Wait, did he actually find it funny? Sans asked himself. But then, his vision growing steadily more black, and his head going a million miles an hour, he felt himself get picked up. He went to look at the larger skeleton that had picked him up, but he blacked out, his head and body steadily growing limper.

"Hm. Seems he's an unaware, when it comes to the AUs," The larger skeleton said thoughtfully. "So this'll be interesting."