A la Papyrus
—Human. Don't you know how to greet a new pal? Turn around and shake my hand. —Said a voice coming from behind—.
Frisk the human did not recognize it, but it sounded friendly and deep, so she did and saw a skeleton, almost as short as her and a little fat. Weird to see a fat skeleton but there he was.
Blue sweater and black pants with black eyes. He stretched his hand to her expecting Frisk to shake it as he requested.
She saw no reason to reject his invitation, but when she did, a fart sound came from nowhere –and the skeleton laughed.
—Heheh… The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick. —He said chuckling—. It's always funny. Anyways, you're a human right? That's hilarious.
Frisk stared at him with a poker face unable to grasp his humour, but not bothered at it either.
—I'm Sans. Sans the skeleton. —Sans continued his monologue—. I'm actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now. But… you know… I don't really care about capturing anybody. Now my brother, Papyrus… he's a human-hunting fanatic. Hey, actually, I think that's him over there. I have an idea. Go through this gate thingy. Yhea go right through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone.
The two of them walked together crossing the bridge behind Frisk, she looked at Sans and saw he was more friendly that she originally expected, but worried a little about this Papyrus brother he mentioned. She was just done escaping other monsters to be captured this far on her journey.
Right after the bridge was a big patch of snow, she also saw a lamp and an empty information booth.
—Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp. —Sans continued his monologue—.
Frisk walked to it as she saw another skeleton approach. She quickly hid behind it and waited.
—Sup bro. —Sans saluted his brother who just came running from down the hill—.
—YOU KNOW WHAT -SUP- BROTHER! —Papyrus sounded angry—. IT'S BEEN EIGHT DAYS AND YOU STILL HAVEN'T... RECALIBRATED. YOUR. PUZZLES! YOU JUST HANG AROUND OUTSIDE YOUR STATION! WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING?!?
—Staring at this lamp. it's really cool. do you wanna look?
—NO! —Papyrus shouted—. I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT!! WHAT IF A HUMAN COMES THROUGH HERE!?! I WANT TO BE READY!!! I WILL BE THE ONE! I MUST BE THE ONE! I WILL CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN, I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS... WILL GET ALL THE THINGS I UTTERLY DESERVE! RESPECT… RECOGNITION.... I WILL FINALLY BE ABLE TO JOIN THE ROYAL GUARD! PEOPLE WILL ASK, TO, BE MY, "FRIEND"? I WILL BATHE IN A SHOWER OF KISSES EVERY MORNING!
—Hmm... Maybe this lamp will help you.
—SANS!! YOU ARE NOT HELPING!! YOU, LAZYBONES!! ALL YOU DO IS SIT AND BOONDOGGLE! YOU GET LAZIER AND LAZIER EVERYDAY!!
—hey, take it easy. I've gotten a ton of work done today. a skele-ton.
—SANS!!
—Come on. You're smiling.
—I AM AND I HATE IT! SIGH.... WHY DOES SOMEONE AS GREAT AS ME... HAVE TO DO SO MUCH JUST TO GET SOME RECOGNITION...
—wow, sounds like you're really working yourself... down to the bone.
—UGH!! I WILL ATTEND TO MY PUZZLES... AS FOR YOUR WORK...? PUT A LITTLE MORE...
"BACKBONE" INTO IT!!!! NYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!
Papyrus came back for a last "HEH!" before disappearing back from where he came from.
—Ok, you can come out now. —Said Sans to Frisk as she still hid behind the lamp—. Actually, hey... Hate to bother ya, but can you do me a favour? I was thinking... My brother's been kind of down lately... He's never seen a human before. And seeing you might just make his day.
Frisk was happy to help, Sans had proven to be friendly and trustworthy, and had something in his voice she couldn't associate with evil or wrong. Besides, she was a good child, and always led herself to expect the best from those who she interacted with, regardless of their appearance. She was slow to judge and quick to trust. Nodding to Sans, she led herself towards Papyrus, expecting to be captured right away.
—A HUMAN?! I CAN BELIEVE IT! —Papyrus went crazy as soon as he saw Frisk—.
The absurd reaction from Papyrus made her chuckle a little but before she could react, she saw Papyrus holding a huge bag. She tried to escape to make it a little more entertaining for both, but Papyrus was too fast for her and before she could realize it, he was already holding her from her shirt, tucking Frisk inside the bag and carrying it like a Santa's sack.
She couldn't help herself and got a little worried, but after a while of being carried she was able to listen to Sans' voice –which made her think he would get her out if this pickle in a jiffy any moment now.
More time went by, and Papyrus had managed to take her to his house, where she was finally thrown into an empty room and left alone. Maybe this time Sans would intervene and take her out?
She hoped so, as Papyrus would begin to ramble with himself about what to do with her to impress someone called Undyne, talk out loud the things he would get once he was on the royal guard and more.
But her worries would deepen when she would listen to Papyrus recall the "appropriate" treatment of a prisoner. Words like stuffing had multiple interpretations, but eating didn't have as much as he asked himself if humans were as delicious as many others were led to believe.
More and more she expected Sans to show up and save her, but the more she waited the less hope she had and her fear increased.
And if it came to it, she knew she would have to formulate a plan to run away on her own; that is, if given the chance.
But just as she began to come up with a plan, Papyrus returned to her and grabbed her just like the first time; now dragging her to the kitchen.
The place seemed to be set up for both cooking and serving but, has her last pieces of hope began to vanish, Papyrus presented her with a salad.
—Well? Aren't you hungry?
Frisk looked confused, but with how long she had been already on the underground she was indeed starving. Even if a salad wouldn't cut it, she ate it up.
It was mostly tasteless given that there was nothing to mix it with, and she even questioned the safety of it when some vegetables weren't even cut or prepared. But once again her good heart won over her and she finished it all up.
Unexpectedly, just as she finished eating, Papyrus carried her and tuck her into the kitchen table she had seen previously, and hurriedly began to undress her and tie her up, she tried to fight it but Papyrus was stronger than her, the fight was futile before it even began. Her hands were pushed together and over her chest, like a cat that's resting on the counter. Her legs spread open but tying the ankles to her thighs and then to her stomach, leaving her immobile.
She looked like a Turkey ready for thanksgiving dinner, but it seemed like Papyrus was just starting as he gazed over a cooking manual he had nearby.
"Stuff the human with vegetables of your choosing" –Check.
"-as well as fruit or other garments, make sure to use all available holes"
Papyrus hit himself with the book as he read the rest of the instruction, the book probably didn't even mean to feed the human at all, although some chefs do feed their prey before cooking.
Improvising a little he began to search for things to stuff her up. First, he tucked a big apple on her mouth, she could hardly bite it and fell her jaw reaching a breaking point. Next, Papyrus began to tuck peas on her butthole, her legs trying to twitch as he pushed them in with his bone-y fingers, finishing up with a carrot that kept everything inside.
It didn't take much for Papyrus' insanity to kick in. As he saw her body twitch when tucking the carrot inside, Frisk's pussy twitched too, which had him wonder how he could personalize his recipe even more. Then he had his most brilliant idea to day.
He knew that if he wanted to make the dish special, he had to pour body and soul into it, so what better option than to fill her with something of his. Papyrus took of his pants and got himself to work.
From Frisk's perspective, she could only see in fear as tears ran from her eyes; a skeleton that wasn't really only bones. He had a fleshy body underneath his armour and had something hanging between his legs.
Papyrus' dick was just like the rest of his body, thin but long. And without a care he brought Frisk close to him as he began to fuck her child tight pussy silly.
Papyrus thrusted even harder as he was received by the sensations of her warm insides, he had never done something like that and her tightness was driving him out of control. Sweat dripped down his face and the sound of his grunts echoed through the kitchen. His cock slapping against Frisk's cunt felt too perfect and couldn't get enough.
Frisk tried to beg him to stop, but the apple in her mouth was too hard to bite through and her words were rendered useless, instead her crying would resonate with his moans and both filled up the ambience.
The crazy skeleton continued to thrust into Frisk, sweating profusely, his movements became more aggressive and forceful. Frisk whimpered in pain as the pressure built up within her. Her walls clamping around his cock.
As Frisk cried out, Papyrus continued to drive himself deeper inside her. The friction created heat and wetness inside her, and she felt like she was melting from it all, but he didn't seem to be satisfied yet, still pushing forward, deeper and harder.
Her screams grew louder and her begging for him to stop went unheard, Papyrus didn't show any signs of stopping. He kept on thrusting and thrusting harder and faster.
With every stroke, Papyrus felt the sensation building up inside him, becoming more intense, more urgent. He could feel his heartbeats quickening and his breathing getting heavier. The feeling of Frisk's hot and slick walls wrapped around his cock sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body, causing him to grip tighter on her waist, almost unconsciously.
He could hear her soft gasps and moans of pain, mixed with small mews of surprise and discomfort. This made him even more aroused and determined to keep going.
His pace quickened, becoming faster, harder, more demanding, each thrust hitting the spot inside of her that drove him closer to the edge.
Finally, after what seemed like eternities for her, Papyrus reached his climax eventually, his body shuddering violently as he orgasmed inside of her.
It was a moment that left them both stunned, speechless for several seconds before his laughter erupted forth in relief.
For Frisk, it was a feeling she had never experienced before, something indescribable, terrible and scary. For Papyrus, it was like nothing he had ever known or imagined possible.
He let himself go "nuts" and cum inside her copious amounts of semen that quickly began to stuff her stomach and leak from her destroyed pussy. To prevent it all from going to waste, Papyrus had to act quickly and continued stuffing her with things until his cum was sealed inside, and what made it out he used it as a glazed cover on her. Leaving Frisk shiny but sticky as she tried to keep her mind from going blank from the abuse she just endured.
"Let it rest before roasting" –Papyrus read. So as Frisk recovered, he cleaned the kitchen up, threw her clothes away and began to pre-heat the oven to a nice 170°F. The feast would be superb.
And once it was ready, inside the oven she went, completely dazzled by the sexual assault, having food up inside every cranny and completely unable to move from her tied up position.
As she laid in the oven, she could sense her skin sizzling and her temperature skyrocketing, the intense heat overwhelming her senses and causing her to go limp, nearly losing consciousness. The aroma of the fruits and vegetables stuffed inside her filled the oven with tantalizing scents that wafted out the door, tantalizing Papyrus. Gradually, she ceased all movement as her body baked and settled in position, her thoughts fading to black, becoming nothing more than a mere observer of her own demise.
"Once the skin gets a nice brown tone and the fragrance is rich, take out of the oven and serve generously." –Papyrus got excited, calling in for his brother to take a sit on the table.
—Heheh… Hey Papyrus, this smells pretty good!
—Well of course! I, the great PAPYRUS, am a great chef!
—Well, we still got to see. Sorry kid, I didn't expect him to actually go through with it. Oh well… —Sans looked at Frisk in the eyes, even when her body was now still, her eyes still communicated some lingering feelings—.
—Don't talk with your food, brother! Now sit down!
Sans and Papyrus settled themselves comfortably, their eyes fixed on Frisk who could only stay still has her body laid unresponsive, her heart pounding with anticipation. She yearned for this torment to finally come to an end. However, luck seemed to evade her once again, for she was the centrepiece of the evening's feast. It came as no surprise that both brothers would Savor every moment, relishing in the taste of her essence.
With a glint in his eye, Papyrus produced a gleaming, razor-sharp knife, ready to carve her delicate form. He skilfully divided her into portions, serving himself some and offering the rest to Sans. As they engaged in a lively debate over which part to savour first, Frisk could only hope that this macabre feast would soon reach its conclusion.
First, the rump; which went to Sans, each one took a breast an arm and a leg since each came in pairs. Her roasted pussy cut out like a steak was snatched by Papyrus and soon both would come to realize the great flavours that emanated from her.
Frisk's heart ached as she watched her own body being dismantled, piece by piece. The pain had long faded, numbed by the cooking process. But her mind, oh, her mind was still alive and aware. She forced herself to wear a mask of indifference, hiding the emotional turmoil that ravaged her from within.
Her gaze fixated on the plates before her, where her very essence was being devoured by the two skeletons she had once considered friends. It was a bitter irony, to witness her own demise at the hands of those she trusted.
As the feast neared its end, only her head and torso remained intact, the rest of her form reduced to mere morsels for their consumption. She couldn't help but wonder if they could taste the betrayal in every bite.
—AS IT IS TRADITION! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL HAVE THE LAST BITE!
Sans shrugged nonchalantly, showing little concern for the situation. He had already eaten his fill, but Papyrus was a different story. With a voracious appetite, Papyrus swiftly devoured what remained of her in one gulp. As she disappeared into his gaping mouth, the last image she saw was Papyrus' jaw stretching to accommodate her head. Without hesitation, the skeleton monster swallowed her whole, not even a hint of hesitation in his actions. As her body began to be digested within him, Frisk could finally find peace as she faded away...
—That was really good, Papyrus.
—Of course it was good! I followed the recipe! Things turn out fine when you follow instructions! Like calibrating puzzles!
—Uh… yeah sure… Hey, we should do this again and invite others.
—Maybe I can invite Undyne! She would love a taste like this! She would want to be my friend just to keep tasting my cooking! Nyehehehe!
In the days that followed, Papyrus and Sans threw themselves into the art of hunting humans with a newfound passion. They had finally discovered the perfect motivation –a delectable reward for their successful endeavours: roasted human accompanied by a fine wine. Their skills improved with each passing day, and soon enough, they were able to capture at least one human daily, employing various creative methods.
Undyne, captivated by Papyrus' culinary expertise, eventually joined the brothers in their pursuit. She sought to challenge Papyrus in the kitchen, showcasing her own unique flair by incorporating her spears into her delectable human kebabs. Just as Papyrus would leave his mark on his victims during the cooking process, Undyne left her own personal touch with her spears.
The introduction of Papyrus' famous roast forever changed the landscape of monster cuisine in the underground. Even Toriel, known for her peaceful and loving nature, eventually succumbed to the allure of consuming humans. Her signature cinnamon and butterscotch pies found a new companion in the form of Mom Toriel's human meat pies.
The once feared humans now served as the main course in the monsters' meals, their screams of terror replaced by the sizzling sounds of roasting flesh.
As word of the monsters' newfound delicacies spread throughout the underground, other creatures began to join in on the hunt. The once divided monster society now united in their shared love for human cuisine, forming hunting parties and sharing recipes to create the most delectable dishes.
And so, the underground became a place of darkness and fear, where the scent of roasting human flesh hung heavy in the air and the once peaceful monsters had become ruthless hunters, their hunger for human meat driving them to new depths of depravity.