To the absolute surprise of no one, I'm still picking on Sans. More bus!
"i t-think i get the point," Sans said when he hand dropped away, trying to hold still, barely daring to breath. The hand under his shirt slipped further, rolling under his sacrum to rub at his symphysis from below. He squirmed, gripping the human's shirt. It didn't hurt. He almost wished it did.
"Do you now?" The human asked, cruel amusement making his words feel nearly as sharp as the blade currently threathening Sans' life. The fingers rubbed a little harder. "Come on, how's about showing off a little of that magic you got?"
"s-sorry buddy, it's... it's just bone, y'know?"
Sans hated the tears he could feel pricking at the edges of his sockets. He couuldn't cry in from of humans, stars, he couldn't let himself do that. The knife tapped warningly against his ribs, the sharp edge leaving a shallow groove he could feel burning. Sans nearly jumped as he felt his hitpoint waver. Did they have any idea how easy it would be to dust him?
"Don't fuck with me, skeleton," the human growled. "You know what I want. Don't make this ugly."
"ugly, huh? well, i guess i could wore a cleaner shirt toda-mmm!" Another hand from a different human cut him off, this time covering his nasal aperture with it. He grabbed at it with one hand, his other still tangled in the human's shirt. The harder he pushed, the harder they pushed back, driving the back of his skull into the seat. He was distinctly away of the knife in his ribs, and the thought of how close it was to his Soul made him want to scream in terror. But terror was quickly being overwhelmed with panic, as the lack of air became an increasingly relevant problem.
With a sudden jerk, he managed to get his teeth open just enough to close down on the meat of the human's palm. Teeth caught skin, and he bit down hard. Warm, coppery blood coated his tongue (fuck, how long had his tongue been formed?) and the hand pulled away with a quiet curse.
Wild eyed, he spit the disgusting taste from his mouth as he out looked around the bus. Someone has to see this, right? There had to be someone who would intervene.
No one even looked at him.
He could dust on the bus right now at the hands of these humans, and no one would notice or care. This couldn't be happening, he knew people, people knew him. How could he be so alone? Why him?
All the while, the fondling of his pubic symphysis continued, rough, thick fingers pressing with an odd, fleshy softness against the notch. It'd been so long since he'd been touched there, and his body was more than willing to find pleasure from it, regardless of what Sans wanted.
"Give. It. Up," the human said, punctuating his words by the knife tip dropping, digging into a new rib one by one. "Now."
The human's warning hardly mattered, as magic pooled and warmed around the intrusion. The pain was only causing it to coalesce faster. Sans twisted in their hold, unable to stop any of this, not one damn thing, as his magic solidified into flesh.
Immediately the human took his advantage, forcing one finger, then another, into the newly formed entrance.
"There's a good monster," the human said, and the word sounded ugly from his mouth. "Now, be quiet or I'll kill you."
To his own shock and horror, Sans found he couldn't disobey. He felt frozen, his bones tight and trembling but refusing to follow his orders to run, just fucking run! He just sat there, his breathing ragged as the human touched him, slick, wet sounds growing louder as Sans did nothing.
"He wants it bad, doesn't he?" One of the humans asked, and Sans didn't bother to see which one. "Bet you didn't even need the knife. Pathetic."
Pathetic. Weakling. Useless. He'd heard it all before. Sans' breathing began to hitch in a quiet sob as he felt the tears finally break free, rollng wetly down the side of his face. Someone laughed, and Sans felt himself sag down in the seat as he gave up. The knife skittered warningly across his ribs, the fingers inside him pressing even further.
"There you go, now you get it," the one touching him said, and Sans had to turn his head away. He wanted to disappear.
"Now we can really have some fun."
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