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Dreemurr Academy #9 (FellSwap Sans)

Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds. This includes myself, though I'm sort of an in-between. I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball. That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around. To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion. Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple. The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy. Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't. Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority, and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of. Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and whose grades are earned with doom hanging over your head. The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a toothpick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher. The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old-fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feels need to be taken down a notch. Such things take their toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps on his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades. The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bullying of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students. The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be crueler in the humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is an easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears. The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone. Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl. I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim. I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the company of guys. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes. Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance. Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet. Papy is easily the most lovable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a lovable soul. Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough. All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them. Today is a typical day. Classes have been their typical medium level of difficulty, nothing special really. Yet the final bell has chimed and I'm still in school. No, I don't have detention, that's not a thing in college. Study hall then? Nope, I'm not there either, though I should later so as to be ready for next week's exams. No, I'm surprisingly in the gymnasium and working out. Years of shitty public school that don't care about your health or education have left my body in need of as much exercise as can get. At first, I didn't think I was in that bad of shape, then I tried doing a pull-up on day one and couldn't even get my head near that damn bar after ten minutes of hanging there like a poster cat. That's when I decided to fix that because frankly, it makes me feel pathetic. Now I do anything I can that I see as a better alternative. Need to go somewhere? I walk or bike. Got to get to a higher floor? Stair climb that bitch! You see where I'm going with this. Luckily, I also have help from a kind of personal trainer. When I first entered his class, Professor/Coach Pain was less than thrilled about me. If I recall correctly, after I got winded running a couple laps he said I was a 'redundant horse'. Meaning, the will is there to work but lacking the ability to do anything, much like if a racehorse had only three legs. While this did hurt, I used it as motivation. I was relentless in showing him that I was determined to not give up, no matter how many colorful insults he used to break me. This earned me his respect and with that, we were able to make a little deal. He'd agree to train me after hours as long as I clean up the gym. Needless to say, we've been doing this for about two years now and he sees me as a proud pet project. "KEEP IT UP! YOU'RE DOING GREAT." "Yes, sir." "DON'T SLOW DOWN!" "I'm not trying." "COME ON, YOU WEAK PILE OF SHIT! I SAID TWO HUNDRED PUSHUPS, NOT ONE FIFTY!" "I'm doing it! *sharp gasp* Get off my back!" "DON'T BACK SASS ME! IF I WANT EXCUSES, I'LL GO TELL PAPYRUS TO PICK UP HIS FUCKING SOCKS!" "Argh! No, I mean literally, get off my back! *wincing* I think something snapped!" Normally I meet his demands, even when he adds himself to my weight set, but not today. He gets off me and I drop with a sharp groan. "OKAY, WIMP. WHERE'S THE DAMAGE AT?" "The lower back. Just above the dip of the coccyx." He feels under my tank top along my back and I jolt at the sudden pain that hits when he applies some pressure. "*sigh* YEAH, YOU PULLED SOMETHING. FEELS LIKE A LIGAMENT TO ME. HAVE YOU BEEN LIFTING ANYTHING HEAVY LATELY?" "I helped a new student move into my building. They didn't have much, but the few things they had were crammed with stuff that didn't seem heavy." "YOU IDIOT. WHO SAID YOU WERE ALLOWED TO PUSH YOURSELF LIKE THAT? BECAUSE I KNOW I DIDN'T." "You know me. I don't back down just because something's hard." He just shakes his head in disappointment. "YOU CAN BE SUCH A DUMBASS, YOU KNOW THAT?" "I've been called worse." "SEEMS THIS PART OF TRAINING IS DONE FOR NOW. CAN YOU MOVE AT ALL?" "I should be okay in a bit..." I roll myself over so I'm flat on my back. "Just let that part relax before we go hardcore again." "*scoff* YOU HUMANS HAVE SUCH PITIFUL BODIES. IT AMAZES ME THAT YOU DON'T ALL BREAK LIKE FINE CHINA." "No argument there, sir. *weak sigh* I envy you." To that, he looks at me funny. "HOW SO?" "You're a magic skeleton. You don't need muscles to move. Tendons to hold you together. Fat to make energy. Skin to shield your form. You are pure, bare bones. You boggle my mind with how you work from an evolutionary standpoint, but then again, that doesn't really matter. You're perfect." That floors him and at the same time strokes his ego. "WELL, THAT IS TRUE. A BODY AS PERFECT AS MINE IS A BLESSING TO BEGIN WITH. BUT WHY STOP THERE? *flexing* TRAINING HAS ONLY INCREASED MY VALUE. *pose* THESE BONES HOLD MORE POWER THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY IMAGINE." I smirk. "I don't know. My imagination is mighty limitless." I slowly try sitting up, inching ever so gently into a normal 90° angle with a few weak winces. "ANY BETTER?" "Still sore. But still good enough to keep going." "DON'T PUSH IT. PUT ENOUGH STRESS ON THAT THING AND YOU'LL BE IN A SLING FOR AGES." "I meant swimming. It's how we always end things and it's easier on the body. Less gravity in water with added mobility." "KILLER IDEA. NOW, DO YOU NEED ANY HELP?" "Nah, I can make it to the pool. And if I can't, I can always crawl or roll." "...GOOD TO KNOW." Normally I'd swim in my swimsuit, but with my current back issue, moving around like that to change would be a stupid thing to do. So in light of not wanting to fuck my back up and go to the hospital, I'm swimming in my gym clothes. Rolling is not a preferred option, just a last resort, but I am able to crawl my way over to the pool. Though I do feel a bit weird because I can sense Pain watching me as I do so. I'm used to him watching me, but this...This feels different as I slide into the lukewarm water. Ah, the water. It's my home away from home. As weak as I was on land, once in the water there was no match. Sure, I'm not the top swimmer. These monster girls named Undyne and monster boys named Aaron, most of them make up the swim team, but I like to think I'm okay by comparison. I can move like melted butter in a hot skillet. And he knows it too. Once I'm in the pool that 'redundant horse' turns into a 'seamless otter'. I know, he's not the most creative in metaphorical animal comparisons, but they make sense anyway. Pool training consists of his more intense training. The endurance workouts are based on time instead of distance. The speed workouts include 50-yard swims for sprint and Olympic, and 100-yard swims for longer distance training. And the technique workouts help improve my swim mechanics and include both kicking and stroke drills. The one-arm drill is always a fun starter. Swim 25 yards with the left arm only, followed by 25 yards with the right arm only, then swim 50 yards with both arms. This teaches you to develop a more even stroke. When performing the kicking drills, I try to drive the kick from my hips with knees slightly bent. Think of dancing the twist but with a slower motion so you are incorporating more of your thigh muscles. This will help develop a more powerful kick. Of course, we don't do this kind of stuff every day. It's important to take a day or two off between each workout to rest and recover. I swim continuously for 30 to 35 minutes; starting slow and building speed. The last five minutes being a hard effort but not all out and with no more than 90 percent max heart rate effort. Warm-ups are usually by swimming 400 yards easy then 50-yard sprints with a 30-second recovery between each sprint with 10 to 12 sprints before trying to add an additional 50-yard sprint each week, up to but not exceeding 18 sprints total. Swim 100 yards becomes super easy after all that but that's not all. Then there's doing 6 x 25 yards at 45-second intervals; swimming at 85 percent max heart rate. Cooling down with 300 slow laps and then warming up with 300. Then 200 yards pull with buoy, kick 200 yards as we enter the main set with eight 100-yard sprints with 1-minute rest between intervals, adding an extra 100-yard sprint each consecutive week up to, but not exceeding, 16 total sprints. Cool down with 200 yards easy then warm up 300 yards easy. 200 yards drill, 200 yards kick, 500 yards pull with a buoy. Trying to breathe every three strokes for 100 yards, while for the next 100 yards trying to breathe every 5 strokes, and then repeat. Also trying to alternate sides when taking a breath with the goal to increase lung oxygen intake and learn how to breathe on both sides. Cool down with 300 easy. That's when we dial it back at the end of the week to maximize taper. Warm up 300 to 400 yards with the main set of eight 50-yard sprints with 30 seconds recovery. Cool down 300 yards. 800 yards easy swim. And that's my month in just the pool, not counting all the normal gym workouts he puts me through. In short, this is Olympic level training. For example, to qualify for the 2016 Summer Olympics, a swimmer had to be able to swim the length of a pool in about 23 to 26 seconds. That's 50 meters or a few feet longer than the length of a football field in LESS THAN 30 SECONDS! The typical training schedule is working out in the pool twice a day, six days a week. But since this isn't anything more than him helping me to not be a lump of blob goo, we don't hit this as much. But that doesn't mean that the pool workouts aren't intense as fuck. The sprinting workouts focus on developing power and speed in the water. So sometimes I might sprint while hooked up to a power rack, a device that adds resistance as I move through the water so that I have to work even harder to keep going. I also do kick sets to work the legs and pull sets to isolate the arms. We work controlling my breathing with hypoxic workouts, which require me to limit breathing or hold my breath altogether. This also clocks in some serious distance, to the tune of 6 to 12 miles of swimming in a single workout. Sprinters have to train to develop their aerobic capacity, which means doing a lot of yardage. What's yardage? Are you sitting down? Something in the neighborhood of 10,000 to 20,000 meters (6 to 12 miles), or 100 to 200 laps in a single workout. Training outside the pool is no joke, either. We lift weights, run, do yoga, Pilates, you name it. Literally, everything we do on land is meant to complement some aspect of swimming, so typically training outside the pool is coordinated by Pain. But this doesn't mean he aims me to get all buff. The key to lifting as a swimmer is to get stronger so you have more power in the pool but to stay as lean as possible and not put on too much muscle mass, which makes you heavier in the water. Shoulder stabilization exercises, which are essential to building the strong, durable shoulders swimmers need to swing their arms over their heads over and over. Beyond that, most swimmers' lifting programs will be designed around the stroke they specialize in, I specialize in the Breaststroke. Doing lots of heavy squats and lunges and core exercises work for the breaststroke, and shoulder and arms workouts to help upper body for the freestyle stroke. All that training means lots of eating, which is usually a girl's worst nightmare. If you're going to be swimming twice a day, lifting weights three times per week, and also doing sprints, yoga, and Pilates, you're going to need a lot of fuel. It's estimated that female swimmers eat 3,000 to 5,000 calories per day and male swimmers about 5,000 to 8,000 per day during training. To put that in perspective, a 25-year-old guy who is 6'0'' that weighs about 165 pounds and exercises a few times per week would need about 2,400 calories per day to maintain his weight, and a 25-year-old woman who's 5'5'' and weighs about 140 pounds and works out a few times per week would need about 1,900 calories per day to maintain her weight. After about a month of this, Pain starts to taper me or adjust my activity level so that I'm fresh and ready to go all out on personal reward day. During the taper, we stop all training except the pool workouts, and the pool workouts are tweaked to be less demanding. But outside of the pool workouts, I will sometimes give up all activity, no matter how low intensity it is. Maybe just veg out in bed for a day and watch anime, or hang out with friends till into the late hours. You know, fun stuff. It all helps in recovery, but what really relaxes me are massages and a good cracking at the chiropractor to stay healthy and strong. However, because of the pain in my back, I don't end up lasting very long. Maybe close to an hour at most before something gives. "*gasps* Timeout! Fuck! *blurbles*" I barely have enough time to paddle back into the shallows as my limbs give out and I end up grasping on the pool edge rim to keep from going under. "WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT'S WRONG?" "I can't...I can't feel my legs." He jumps in and grabs my right leg. Lifting it, feeling it, and bending it. "CAN YOU FEEL ANY OF THIS?" "Just barely. It's numb with a pins and needles tingle. Like when you lay on a body part and it falls asleep from lack of circulation, then when you get off it and blood flows again giving a little boost to the misfiring nerves and making the tingling seem worse, but eventually, the nerve signals begin to flow properly again. Yet, as far as I know, nothing is cutting off circulation." "SO YOU DON'T FEEL THIS?" He pinches the skin. "Feel what?" "HMMM...HOW ABOUT THIS?" He stabs into the flesh with the points of his finger bones, drawing slight blood. "A little bit. Not a lot, but a little." "INTERESTING. IS IT JUST THE LEGS? CAN YOU MOVE THEM?" "I don't know. The top half feels fine. This could be a temporary paralysis. Right?" "HMMM...IT COULD BE STRESS RELATED. TOO MUCH MENTAL CRAP CAN EFFECT THE BODY PHYSICALLY." "Damn it...*sigh* Human bodies are so lame!" "NOW I WOULDN'T SAY THAT..." Carefully, he removes his fingertips from my skin and rubs tenderly into it. Seeing if he can "JUST LOOK AT YOURSELF. WHEN WE FIRST MET, YOU WERE FAR FROM THIS STRONG BUCK THAT YOU ARE NOW." "You do know that bucks are male deer, right?" "DON'T CARE, MY POINT STILL STANDS. YOU WERE A GLOB OF FRESH CLAY, READY TO BE MOLDED INTO ANYTHING. AND WITH MY GUIDANCE, YOU HAVE BECOME SOMETHING MORE THAN JUST NORMAL RUN ON YOUR BRAIN KIND OF GIRL. YOU'VE GOTTEN A BODY THAT ONLY THE STRONG CAN GET AND IT SHOWS. MMMM DOES IT SHOW..." "Uh, what?" "YOU'VE BECOME SO TONED. SO WELL DEFINED. EACH STRONG MUSCLE CAREFULLY HONED TO BE POWERFUL AND YET DESCRET. NO ONE CAN TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU JUST HOW STRONG YOU REALLY ARE. THAT IS OF COURSE, TILL THEY FUCK UP AND YOU HAVE TO KICK SOME ASS." "But you're wrong." "HUH?" "I've always been strong. Muscles mean nothing compared to inner strength. Sure, you can't pick up heavy shit with inner strength, but you can carry the weight of the world and all its troubles with it. And that's the strength I've ever needed." There is silence for a time. "ARE YOU OKAY? NOT BULLSHITTING OR ANYTHING, I'M LEGITIMATELY ASKING IF YOU'RE ALRIGHT." "Regardless of my answer, you won't believe me. Besides, any issues I have I'll discuss with Professor Stretch. After all, he is the psychology professor." "SO, WHAT? YOU DON'T THINK YOU CAN CONFIDE IN ME?" "Why? What's it to you?" "BECAUSE I CARE, DAMN IT!" I'm rendered stunned as he drops my leg and pulls me to his chest from behind. "S-sir?" "YOU STUPID GIRL. WE'VE SPENT THE BETTER PART OF TWO YEARS TOGETHER. ARE YOU REALLY TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU DON'T SEE ME AS ANYTHING MORE THAN JUST YOUR TEACHER?" "Pain...That's not it." "THEN TELL ME. TALK TO ME. I AM MORE THAN JUST A COACH. I'VE HELPED TO MAKE YOU INTO WHAT YOU ARE NOW. SO SPEAK TO ME." "I can't." "WHY NOT?!" "Because I like you!" Oh, the awkwardness. "Y-YOU...LIKE ME?" "*sigh*...Yeah." "WOW. YOU SOUND REAL HAPPY ABOUT IT." "I'm sorry. I don't mean it like that. As bad as it makes me sound like a cheesy high school sitcom cliché, but I suck when it comes to feelings and junk. I've never really been able to express myself without worrying about the consequences, so I end up bottling my feelings and tossing that bottle far into bottomless abyss that is my subconscious. Yet lately that's getting harder to do." "OH? DO TELL." If I could move I'd so be trying to flee right now. "I tend to dream of things." "REALLY? WHAT KIND OF...THINGS~?" There's a teasing air to his voice and it makes me want to cringe at how vulnerable I am. "DO YOU DREAM OF ME? ARE THESE DREAMS NAUGHTY~?" "Don't be so cocky." "THAT DOESN'T ANSWER THE QUESTION." "I don't have to answer if I don't want to." "FINE. BUT THAT JUST TELLS ME THAT YOU, NO PUN INTENDED, HAVE WET DREAMS OF ME." I'm used to his brother and some of my other friends making puns, so of course, this makes me snicker. "Well, I will say some of them really made a splash." That makes him blush with a cringe. "DID YOU REALLY NEED TO MAKE A PUN?" "Oh no, am I in hot water?" "STOP IT." "No need to boil over sir." "STOP." "Wow, you look steamed." "I SAID STOP!" "Or what?" "OR THIS!" Tilting my head towards him, he slams his mouth to mine and shuts me up. It takes a moment for my brain to register what is happening and another moment to realize I'm kissing him back, not that he seems to mind by the sound of him softly moaning in content. Slowly he pulls back, letting the feeling linger on my lips and to take in the satisfaction of having me blush so hard. "HAD I KNOWN IT WAS THIS EASY TO RENDER YOU SPEECHLESS, I WOULD'VE DONE SO MUCH SOONER." "Not sure if you're flirting or just being honest there." "A BIT OF BOTH. BUT IF I WERE TO TRUELY FLIRT, YOU WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE IN BEING ABLE TO CONTROL YOURSELF." "*scoff* You're ego is so massive it's truly what is filling this pool." "HEH HEH...CUTE." "Don't call me cute." I scoop up some water and swing it at his face. Pain gasps and stumbles backward, letting me go as I keep splashing him as I move back to the pool wall for support. My legs still won't respond but I can at least somewhat stand on them. Suddenly, he retaliates with a splash of his own across the surface to push a large wave over me, a daring look in his glowing indigo eyes. I know that look, that's the look of someone about to do something stupid. So before he can make another move, I retaliate with more splashes of my own. Thus a war begins. He laughs with a grin as we keep splashing each other over and over again. It's getting harder to shield myself with one arm, but I do my best to splash back in defiance, even if it's sloppy. Part of me feels like a child at a playground, completely letting loose by playing this up more and more as you give in to the way this feels. I can't remember the last time I simply went with the flow and enjoyed the moment. Eventually, he stops mercilessly splashing me as he's managed to bring himself closer to me and the room for splashing is now too limited. My back now firmly pressed to the wall, water dripping off my flushed face, and an ethereal luminescent glow from the light of his eyes colors the rippling surface of the water. It's only after making eye contact does he brings his hands down on either side of me, caging me with no escape and I feel his breath on me as he leans in closer, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "YOU CAN BE A REAL PAIN IN THE ASS WHEN YOU WANT TO BE, YOU KNOW THAT?" I blink a few times before snickering. "And you're a literal Pain. But for real, if that's an example of you flirting than you really need to bone up on your studies." He sighs and headbutts me, earning him a yelp from me and surprise from how loud the clacking sound was. "What the fuck was that for?!" "FIRST OFF, THAT WAS FOR BEING STUPID AND FOR MAKING PUN OF ME. AND SECOND, I HAVE YET BEGUN TO FLIRT." "Oh, then, by all means, coach casanova, woo me. I'd like to see something more romantic than a skull bashing." "YOU MOCK ME NOW, BUT LET IT BE KNOWN I DID WARN YOU AHEAD OF TIME." "Yeah-yeah. Whatever you say, sir." Bringing his hands up, he cups my face in his palms. The callous structure of his fingers slowly grazing over my cheekbones as his eyes follow this movement, enjoying the softness of skin on his fingertips. I try not to show any emotion from his actions, having seen this as a contest of wills, if he really wishes to court me then he has to earn it...But what's a contest without a little competition? My hands pierce through the water and gently hold his face, copying his movements. I see in his eyes that look I know all too well from training with him, that never back down and never surrender look. Oh, it is so on! "I thought you were going to flirt with me?" "ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS." He pulls us together like magnets and I close my eyes as my lips press over his mouth. Even though we have kissed but a short time ago, nothing has made an impact more than the deep kiss we share now. It's as if the world has fallen away from beneath me, the water has dissipated in the air, and the only thing that matters is this simple action, locking us together in silent agreement that everything has changed. Nothing feels as heavy and as powerful as this. As I hold him gently between my palms, pressing him closer and deeper to me as I part my lips, I sigh with content as I slowly move over his mouth with my own, completely drinking him in much to his enjoyment. "MMMM...MY CHARM HAS GOTTEN TO YOU ALREADY I SEE~" "Heheh...Not quite. You're not the only one that knows how to make someone swoon~." "IS THAT A CHALLENGE~?" "You bet your bony ass it is~." "WELL THEN...CHALLENGE ACCEPTED~!" He pushes against me in response. I find myself leaning back against the wall as he suddenly leads the way in our little battle's dance, almost as if he's quickly able to let loose everything he's held back for who knows how long. Now with the lines of student and teacher have been forgotten, he's finally able to show me exactly what he's been thinking of when he watches me workout. And it takes all the strength within me to stop my eyes from flying open in surprise as his kiss paces from kindly gradual to passionate and teasingly demanding. Suddenly, I realize I'm sinking further into the water as my legs are beginning to bend, but that's when he grabs a firm hold of my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. And by the way his hands are clawing at my skin, I can tell that he has no intention of letting me go anytime soon...Which I don't mind one bit. "Thank you." "IT'S LIKE I TELL YOU EVERY TIME WE TRAIN...I'VE GOT YOU." "Awww...Then allow me to return the favor~." I wrap my arms around his neck and heatedly kiss him with passion. His hand snakes away from my shoulder to bury itself deep in my hair and pushes me against his mouth as he guides my lips apart, filling it completely with his tongue. My mind is starting to haze and dip into the unknown. I feel heart begin to pound as my hands start to wander, trembling fingers find their way to caress the back of his skull while others lace themselves in the vertebrae of his neck and tickle each bone with careful interest. He kisses like he's waited for this from the very beginning and vaguely I wonder if this is true. But no coherent thought is found as he seizes me completely to his control. "SUCH A GOOD GIRL...MMMMMM...I'LL MAKE YOU MINE~." "I'd enjoy it if you try...Sans~." Dropping his teaching name to speak his true name in such a sultry tone sets him off. He urgently tugs my hair back, throwing my head back as my lips break away from his. I gasp a breathless plead for more but am quickly stifled into silence as he grazes his mouth over the skin of my neck until he bites a responsive area that forces a moan out of me. My fingers dig into his bones as he moves his mouth over the skin, biting and sucking at that one sensitive spot that is driving me insane! Just barely I can feel my toes curl and my eyes flutter at the feelings he is giving me. Damn it, he's gotten to me so easily with this neck action and I hate that I'm giving into it! But after a good amount of time, he gradually pulls back to glance at the mark he's made and stares at the physical proof that he's scathed my skin. He sharply sucks air in through his teeth with a shaky shudder. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW CLOSE I CAME TO CLAIMING YOU. TO FUSE SOME OF MY MAGIC INTO YOUR FLESH FOR ALL TO SEE THAT YOU BELONG SOLELY TO ME." "What stopped you?" "TO QUOTE YOU, MY INNER STRENGHT. TO MARK SOMEONE AS A MATE IS NOT A THING TO BE TAKEN LIGHTLY. THINK OF IT AS THE MONSTER EQUIVALENT OF A HUMAN MARITAL CONTRACT." I just stare at him. "Yeah...No do that, please. That's too big a leap." "NO SHIT. IT'S WHY I HELD BACK. WHO DO YOU TAKE ME FOR? MY BROTHER PAPYRUS?" "Hey, Slim is a great guy. And he does a lot to make you happy, lay off him." "LAY OFF HIM? ...FINE." "Really? Wow, I didn't think it was that easy." "THAT'S NOT IT." "Then...What's up?" He leans forward to press his mouth against my ear, catching the edge of the lobe away from the earrings between his sharp teeth as his wandering fingers gradually wade through the water and slide down the curves of my body. "I'D MUCH RATHER LAY ON YOU INSTEAD~." I pout at his remark but close my eyes anyway and try to relax to his attention. "YOU WORK SO HARD. IT'S MADE YOU SO TENSE. LET ME TAKE THAT AWAY. LET ME MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD. LET ME HEAL YOU~." He lets loose a throaty groan against in my ear as he slips his digits past the hem of my gym shorts and slowly pushes his hands along my thighs, making me shiver. Maybe he has a point. Not about the sex stuff, but other thing. If my current pain and paralysis are stress related from being wound up so tight, then perhaps a little physical release wouldn't hurt. It's worth a shot at the very least. "Okay. But be gentle with me. I'm, um...Inexperienced in this kind of stuff." I feel so embarrassed, and the look he has only makes it worse. "YOU'RE A VIRGIN?" I just nod. "OH...WELL THEN...I SHALL DO MY BEST. BUT ONLY IF YOU GIVE ME THE OKAY." I'm taken by surprise by his kind yet roguish eyes and it fills me with warm trust. "I give you consent." "VERY WELL THEN. YOU JUST RELAX AND I'LL TAKE CAKE OF YOU. BUT JUST A HEADS UP, THIS MIGHT GET...INTENSE." I can tell in the raw tone of his voice that he's not lying and I mentally brace myself for things to come. His hand dives deeper, going into my panties and I hold him tighter in shock which makes him snicker. For a second, I wonder what's wrong with my body as this weird feeling is stirring inside me, and right now I'm not if I should say anything about it. But before I can find the words I want to speak, a sudden unrelenting force is pushed between the folds of my sex, moving expertly over my clit and almost instantly a sharp intensive bout of pleasure pierces through every inch of my body as I tremble beneath his fingers. "Oh...oohh...oooohh...!" The pool water makes his fingers slippery and fast, penetrating me without difficulty to massage my insides, all while I uncontrollably arch further into him. My entire body tingles like lightning, the incredible strength in my core is pulsating harder and harder, threatening to take me to all new ethereal levels the likes of which I've never known before. He watches intently, eating up my building pleasure and taking pride in that it's all because of him. He licks his teeth hungrily as his voice rips through his throat in a low growl. "CAN YOU FEEL IT YET? THAT BURING NEED DEEP INSIDE. A FEELING THAT SOMETHING IS MISSING AND YOU HAVE TO GET IT TO BE COMPLETE. YOU FEEL IT, YES?" "Yes! Please...I need it!" "HEH HEH HEH...GOOD GIRL. MMMMMM...YOUR VOICE IS SO ATTRACTIVE WHEN YOU'RE NEEDY. BUT I BET IT SOUNDS EVEN BETTER WHEN YOU MOAN~." His movements become less teasing and gradually get faster into the perfect rhythm. I feel my heart pumping with fiery blood as I quietly plead for mercy in silent whispers. "OH NO, THAT WON'T DO. I WANT TO HEAR YOU. YOUR PLEASURE. YOUR NEED. GIVE ME WHAT I WANT." "P-pain...P-please..." "TUT TUT, NAUGHTY GIRL. THAT'S NOT WHAT I SAID." He pinches my clit and I scream. "Sans!" "*deep chuckle* MUCH BETTER. NOW...LISTEN AND DO AS I SAY. CUM FOR ME." I'm so used to obeying him, be it from school or personal training, that when he gave that command my muscles tighten and the heaviness in my core suddenly burst into an intense explosion of bliss. Sweat blends into the water as it drips off my quivering body. I claw my fingertips over the back of his shoulders while trembling against him, riding the waves of my first climax amongst the small waves of the water bump us. "Fuuuuck...Is this real life?" I sound messed up, words come out in garbled low moans that are just barely coherent. This just makes him laugh. "THAT, MY DEAR, IS WHAT IS CALLED AN ORGASM." "*mumbles* You have magic fingers. *drunken giggles*" "TELL ME...WOULD YOU LIKE TO FEEL THAT AGAIN?" "Oooh, pretty please?" "EAGER THING YOU ARE. I LIKE THAT~. SO DON'T WORRY, MY LOVE DRUNK PET, I INTEND TO GIVE YOU THAT AND SO MUCH MORE~." His fingers slip out of me and he pulls my shorts down along with the underwear before doing the same to himself, revealing his magic indigo member which lights up the pool even more. I'm so sensitive still, the movement of the water alone as he helps to get this ready has me mewling and it spurns him on to do this even more. "HOW ARE YOUR LEGS? ANY BETTER?" "I can move my feet, but my knees are still weak." "YOU'RE WELCOME." I laugh at his cockiness as he skims his hands over my thighs then lifts me up just a little higher against the pool wall for better bracing. I keep his lustful gaze as I clutch onto his shoulders and he moves my legs apart. Now in position, his hands float beneath me as I'm held at an agonizingly close distance from him and now there's only one thing left to do. He eyes me with desire, I nod once more in case he needed to know again that this was alright with me, and with that acknowledged...It happens. He enters me. "O-Oh fuck..." "THAT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE WORD." "Don't mock, just bone." "FINE. BUT YOU HAVE TO STOP MAKING PUNS." "Deal." He buries his face against the base of my neck, catching shoulder skin between his teeth as he groans and slowly grinds into me at a slow pace. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. My fingers draw lines over the back of his skull, his hands grab a tight hold of my thighs, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep inside. "Oooh shit...Sans...Why are you so big?" "ALL THE BETTER TO FUCK YOU WITH, MY DEAR~." I'd smart off about that if I wasn't chocking on moans. My sex is as sensitive as I've ever felt it before, and it's driving me crazy! And I wouldn't mind it if it weren't for his smug expression. "YEAH...THAT'S MY GIRL...MMMMMM...YOU LIKE BEING FULL...OOOOOH...I LIKE FILLING YOU TOO...GOD, YOU FEEL SO GOOD ON ME..." "All the better to please you, sir~." "SO NAUGHTY. YOU CAN KEEP IT UP SO LONG AS YOU OBEY." "I can try, but I make no promises~." "GOOD. *shudders* SO GOOD...GOING TO PICK UP THE PACE..." His thrusts gradually speed up, faster then faster, filling me more and more, sending my mind into space at the feel his length grazing the sensitive nerves in my core. Never have I experienced something as powerful and as intense as when he thrusts into me, faster, harder...Losing all sense of himself in me, his tongue hanging carelessly out his mouth and the sight of his contorted expression, burning bright with an indigo flush setting his face aglow, sends me careening over the edge. "Sans...I'm...Ooooh...I'm close. Sans...Aaah!" "SAY IT AGAIN. *groan* SAY MY NAME. TELL ME WHO YOU BELONG TO. WHO IS GIVING YOU SO MUCH PLEASURE!" He orders, pushing himself mercilessly into me until the feelings stirring deep within me start to spiral deliciously between my legs and he can barely take looking at my submissive expression. Gasping out whimpers as drool trails indiscreetly out my can't seem to shut mouth and my eyes rolling back in pleasure, yeah, I'm a mess. His raw voice is laced with uncontrollable lust as he grips a hold of my waist in his impossibly strong skeletal arms. I grasp a tight hold of him, nails digging into his bones as I leave lines over his skeleton. A sharp gasp synchronizes with his harsh thrusts and in between the delicious rhythm of his movements, I try my best to make sense of my spiraling thoughts to answer him. "Sans! Saaahns...S-sans..." This is it. I can feel climax coming, reaching to its absolute limits, and Pain feels it too. His member pulsating with the urge to release. It's impossible now. He can't hold himself back any longer if he even was to begin with, not when he can feel my body tightening around him in all the right ways. Suddenly he cups my face in his hand as he forces me to look directly at him. In his sockets that at any other time are filled with annoyance and anger, there is unfathomable desire. In his eyes which normally can burn an everlasting hole in your soul, there's a passion to love me as tenderly as possible. I can feel it in his hands, holding me like I were fine marble. And the feeling of being wanted by him finally tips me off the fucking cliff. "CUM WITH ME. I WANT TO FEEL YOU MERGE WITH ME." If he spoke more, I know not. His words to me blur out with all other sound, everything goes silent and the world flashes out in blinding light before slowly coming back. My short visit to Heaven has me return to a sight that sets me off more. He releases everything he's held back from me all this time. He relentlessly fills my body with his magic sex juice as I feel my climax quivering tortuously over his member. The waves of the water crashing against the both of us as his fast-paced thrusts push them back and forth against our forms until we both stiffen, giving in to the intensive release of our orgasms. The sheer power of dual climax is like nothing I've ever experienced before. I'm careening through euphoric plains of being, as if I've shed away this human skin and fractured into millions of pieces against him, blending in with the water to melt into liquid. And as my mind spins alongside his, I wonder what has to be going on in that skull of his at this moment. A soft indigo light burns from within his chest, just as a weak pink light glows from within me. Through the misty haze of orgasm, I can see it clearly now. As our bodies connect, so do our souls. It's as if both of our forms have collided together, experiencing the ethereal feeling of sharing one existence. And I breathe deeply as if it's my last breath...I could get used to this. Thankfully Pain doesn't let go when I collapse on him. All the training and sex have me completely drained. My arms fall limply over his shoulders and his hands catch me in his embrace. He's so warm, in a wet and comforting sort of way. But deep down I know he's still a ball busting tight ass that likes to make me mad so I can try to prove him wrong. Funny how now I see that as incredibly sweet. It will probably still piss me off, but it's still sweet of him. It shows he cares. And if he's willing to do so, then so should I. I press my lips against his neck vertebrae and smirk when his bones heat up in response. I delight in the synchronized pace of our heavy breathing. We're both spent but most likely yearning for more. It's too little and too much all at once. But we do need rest. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised. Best save the fun for later for now. I affectionately hold him close to my trembling body, eventually feeling his length fade away from deep inside me as he makes his way over to the ladder and with one swift motion he lifts me out of the water onto the side of the pool so I don't drown from muscular exhaustion. He wasn't kidding about having a strong body for a skeleton. "I TAKE IT YOU CAN AND CAN'T MOVE NOW." "*yawn* Pretty much." "WE SHOULD ADD THIS TO OUR TRAINING REGIMENT." "Totally." He moves some hair from my face and rubs my cheek, making me smile. "BE RIGHT BACK, TOUGH GIRL. I CAN'T TAKE YOU HOME WITHOUT YOUR PANTS, NOW CAN I?" I giggle with a weak nod and push myself further away from the pool before I pass out, but in my last moments of consciousness, I see him dive into the water and pop back up to proudly hold up my panties. Oh my god...He's fucking adorable! That's it, I've made up my mind indefinitely now. I'm in love with you, Pain. Nothing will ever be able to change this fact, even if you tried.

#undertale #underfell #underswap #fellswap #dreemurr academy #underversity #sans #papyrus #gaster #buttercupsticksnlicks

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moonwalkertrance · 7 years ago

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New Mexico School Shooter Had Secret Life on Pro-Trump White-Supremacy Sites

For years before William Edward Atchison killed two students and himself, he lived a shadow life online—one full of crude alt-right memes and praise for school shooters.

In real life, William Edward Atchison—people called him Bill—lived in a little yellow house with his parents, about a mile away from the Giant gas station where he worked and from Aztec High School, where he shot and killed two students and then himself last Thursday.

At the murder scene, police found a thumb drive with a note that read, “If things go according to plan, today would be when I die. I go somewhere and gear up, then hold a class hostage and go apeshit, then blow my brains out.”

He wrote “work sucks, school sucks, life sucks. I just want out of this shit.”

“It’s a shame he wasn’t on our radar,” San Juan County Sheriff Ken Christesen told Fox News last week. “I don’t think he had anything so much as a traffic ticket.”

And yet online, the 21-year-old New Mexico resident lived a prolific life as a white supremacist, pro-Trump meme peddler who was most known for his obsession with school shooters. For a half-decade, Atchison spent most of his days online, repeatedly posting threats of violence and cries for help.

When users saw posts from Atchison, who went by dozens of names like “Adam Lanza” and “Future Mass Shooter” on both larger platforms like YouTube and racist communities like The Daily Stormer, they would often ask how his manifesto was going.

Despite local law enforcement’s claims that he wasn’t a known threat, and a visit from the FBI in 2016, Atchison spent most of the last half-decade glorifying school shooters on alt-right websites and posting plaintive appeals for help in fixing his life, according to hundreds of posts analyzed by The Daily Beast.

At EncyclopediaDramatica, a Wikipedia-style site for fringe internet users to describe memes and in-jokes in detail, he volunteered as a SysOp, the site’s word for an administrator. Atchison’s page, now replete with his screen name @satanicdruggie and his real identity, is filed under the “An Heroes” section, reserved for people who have killed themselves.

On the alt-right forums and hate groups he frequented, Atchison appears to have made many enemies. Despite later becoming a moderator of the site, one of Atchison’s most popular EncyclopediaDramatica accounts, AlGore, was banned from the site for two years when it was labeled as a “troll.”

And in the run-up to the 2016 election, EncyclopediaDramatica users excoriated Atchison for abusing his powers as a SysOp of the site. Users were upset he was appending too many pro-Columbine shooting memes and “shitty facebook commentaries” praising Donald Trump on the site’s home page.

In the thread, as it often did with discussions about Atchison’s last account @satanicdruggie, the conversation invariably turned back to his obsession with school shootings.

“Do you fantasize about shooting up the bullies at your school?” one user asked.

“Yah i remember him literally bragging about being *obsessed* with Columbine,” a user responded. “In 2016.”

“Have you completed your manifesto yet?” another asked.

Atchison even spread his affinity for school shootings and Nazi ideology in more sanitized parts of the web.

On Steam, an online video game store and community, Atchison used the reviews section to criticize Wolfenstein games, which are set in World War II-era Germany.

“I find this game highly offensive for featuring mass murder against your own race,” he wrote. In another review, he simply wrote, “RIP Hitler.”

In a review of Doom II, Atchison referred to the Columbine shooting as “LOLumbine.” His review for the game Hatred, a game which was initially pulled from Steam because the main character’s goal is to “slaughter innocents,” simply reads “ur going to ALL pay.”

And his recent posts reflected what seems to be a migration from trolling to honest espousal of an extreme right-wing political ideology.

In November, Atchison wrote on Steam, “How am I supposed to function in this world? Wherever I go, I see degeneracy. Pointless materialism, hedonism, sexual decay, dirty n**gers who do nothing but slowly break down this society etc. it’s fucking everywhere. No way to escape it, 99% of people are part of it and whatever I do I am confronted with the death of the West. Go to the store and buy groceries in peace? Nope, here’s a group of LGBT liberal filth in line with you. And there’s a n**ger family with 10 kids over there. And a Finn too, but he’s overweight as fuck and he’s buying alcohol and shit junk food. Fucking fantastic.

“I used to think that this was a phase and we’d get over it, but I have now come to realize that I was born into a literal dystopia.”

On Kiwi Farms, a forum that describes itself as a place for “gossip and exploitation of the mentally handicapped for amusement purposes,” Atchison frequently posted commemorations of mass shooters. Two days before his own school shooting, under his username “Fuck You,” Atchison posted an explicit sexual reply endorsing Lindsay Kantha Souvannarath, a failed mass shooter from Halifax, Nova Scotia. (Atchison used a photo of Kiwi Farms administrator Josh Moon as his profile picture for Steam.)

On YouTube, Atchison admitted he posted anonymously on pro-Trump, white-supremacist sites like 4chan’s /pol/ board or The Daily Stormer, but gave up when domain registrars kept shutting down The Daily Stormer’s domain names. He, along with most of The Daily Stormer’s community, said the sites were “shoa’d,” an anti-Semitic slur.

“[I’m] on different youtube channels, anonymous posts on the chans, or my work on ED,” he said. “Formerly DS before it got shoa’d and I’m too lazy to get TOR again.”

Atchison had also posted on Blockland.us, a forum for the Minecraft-like multiplayer video game, since 2014. His more than 40 usernames were meant to offend. Almost all were racist or violent by design. Several were modeled after school shooters, including Cho Seung-Hui, Omar Mateen, Adam Lanza, Elliot Rodger, and Anders Breivik. He also went by “School Shooter” and “Future Mass Shooter.”

Ryan Lenz, who monitors hate groups and extremism for the Southern Poverty Law Center, said Atchison’s pattern is typical of white extremists—even if his years-long archive of school-shooting proclamations might be unprecedented.

“Generally, mass shooters spend a period of time prior to their action steeped in studying previous shooters. They study the aftermath of these individuals. They have a great deal of esteem or respect for others who have done the same,” said Lenz.

“Add in the ideology, in this case these forums—it compounds the severity and the rate of radicalization.”

Lenz said the cocktail of violent rhetoric, mental illness, and economic despair is what leads to “mobilization,” the word experts use for the shift from radicalized online rhetoric to real-life behavior.

“What we’ve found with these ideologies is that they repeatedly lead to violence. There’s a dual line of radicalization happening,” said Lenz. “To steep yourself in Daily Stormer rhetoric and the sites like it is to put yourself in the headspace of where the violence is when not if.”

In his final days, Atchison used “Sam Hyde” as his display name, the name alt-right users on websites like 4chan and Twitter employ in an effort to dupe the media into sharing false information after mass shootings.

“The internet has changed a lot of things. Make it much easier for an alienated, isolated kid to find communities where they feel they belong,” said Lenz. “And it sometimes goes unchecked because of how the alt-right has presented itself: It’s just irony. It’s for the lulz.”

On EncyclopediaDramatica, Atchison also appears on the entry for Bob8466, or Carter Boyles of Cedar Rapids, Iowa, a 15-year-old who shot and killed himself at his high school on Sept. 11, 2016. Atchison, who called himself a friend of Boyles on YouTube and the video game site Steam, wrote the Bob8466 EncyclopediaDramatica entry after the Iowa teen’s suicide.

“It is believed that [Boyles] was calmly talked down from going postal, instead unfortunately choosing to take his own life and becoming an [sic] hero to us all,” Atchison wrote under the username AlGore.

Like Atchison, Boyles was active on Steam and on YouTube, where he posted videos of simulated school shootings. In Boyle’s final video, a first-person walkthrough of the school where he shot himself, online acquaintances gathered to post comments in memoriam.

“Suicides are ignored,” Atchinson wrote, under the name Vance Stone. “Suicidal people who commit mass murder, however, get the entire world’s attention, garner thousands of fans / fangirls, become a household name and become celebrities.

“His action of suicide was tragic and it’s a shame he had to go out like that, because he was pretty damn cool when I chatted to him.”

Boyle wasn’t Atchison’s only school-shooter friend, according to “Smith,” a YouTuber from Texas who considered Atchison a friend. Smith’s channel, “Aesthetic Autism,” features mostly footage of war synced to music, and he recorded but has not released a podcast with the New Mexico murderer.

Smith told The Daily Beast that Ali Sonboly, the teenager who shot and killed nine people in a Munich McDonald’s last year, was also a member of the Steam group that he and Atchison started, called the Anti-Refugee Club. (Smith claims the group—which was taken down two months ago—wasn’t racist but “mostly satire.”)

“[Atchison] wasn’t alt-right. He wasn’t a neo-Nazi,” Smith said in a direct message. “Bill hated both sides... His emotions mixed with his politics.

“He was edgy, he was offensive, and he was shocking. He said a lot out of pure shock, but I didn’t think he’d be so moronic enough to do what he did,” Smith said.

That shocking content brought the FBI to Atchison’s door in 2016.

Acting on a tip that Atchison had posted a comment on a gaming forum asking users where he could get “a cheap assault rifle” for a mass shooting, the FBI interviewed him and his family, and ultimately determined that no crime had been committed and closed the investigation.

“He was cooperative,” Albuquerque FBI Special Agent Terry Wade said at a press conference last week. “He told us that he enjoyed trolling on the internet.

“The agents specifically asked him if he had plans about conducting attacks and expressed the seriousness that we take these type of things. He assured us that he had no such plans,” Wade said.

Atchison described the visit on his YouTube channel, writing in a comment, “I was part of the trolling and lulz... the feds investigated me cus some fag reported my profile to troll me... they said they didn’t think I was a serious threat and understood the satire…”

The Daily Beast reached out to Agent Wade about Atchison’s online behavior. Wade’s spokesperson referred a reporter to the San Juan County sheriff and said the FBI wouldn’t have further comment on the case at this time.

Brice Current, a captain at San Juan County Sheriff’s Office, said they were just beginning to process the crime scene and Atchison’s home, at which they confiscated his computer and Xbox 360. As for a motive, Current could only speculate.

“We don’t have a motive other than it was planned,” Current said. “He obviously did something in his life where he came up with this plan and idea and went through with it. Online gaming, or the people he associated with, or what. This was his plan and I don’t know, I don’t know. I really don’t think he had a motive other than to be famous in that world, whatever world that is.”

Despite building up a reputation for trolling on forums like EncyclopediaDramatica, Atchison took to other platforms like LiveJournal in a sincere search for someone who would hear his cries for help.

On the website Think Atheist, Atchison titled his sole post “Stuck in a Rural Redneck Town” in September 2014. “I don’t want to be lame or anything but I should probably come out about all this,” he wrote.

Under the name Demetrius Alcala, Atchison outlines his floundering career and social life in rural New Mexico. He applied to fast-food restaurants and dollar stores and was rejected. He hadn’t had friends since childhood, when two people took advantage of him after he loaned them video-game consoles that were sold or weren’t given back.

He had a 3.5 GPA, he said, but dropped out in 10th grade because of anxiety and the “backwards as hell” culture at school. He says he tried to go back but dropped out again, citing his abusive family.

He called his father a “fat lazy idiot who watches fox news all day” and his mother “a psycho hillbilly drunk from florida who’s really mentally ill.”

Two years before the FBI visited his home, and three years before he killed two people in a New Mexico high school, Atchison pleaded for advice on how to fix his life.

“Look, I’m sorry if I’m rude and hateful or anything, but I don’t know what to do. I’ve lived no life for nearly 19 years, most of which was in the miserable ass sun-belt. Did you know new mexico has the fourth highest suicide rate?” Atchison wrote.

“Should I escape this dump or deal with it? How can I become polite and make some friends out there in this world?”

Over 230 people viewed the post. No one responded.

#Right Wing #Alt Right #Steve Bannon #Donald Trump #Mass Shootings #New Mexico Shool Shooter #William Edward Atchison #4-Chan #The Daily Caller #The Daily Stormer #Aztec High school #Hate #Nazis #KKK #Racism #Racists #Fox News #School Shootings #Conservative

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proxylynn · 7 years ago

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Dreemurr Academy #1 (FellSwap Papyrus)

Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds.

This includes myself, though I'm sort of a in-between.

I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball.

That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around.

To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion.

Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple.

The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man, but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy.

Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't.

Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of.

Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and who's grades are earned with doom hanging over your head.

The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a tooth pick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher.

The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feel need to be taken down a notch. Such things take there toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps in his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades.

The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bulling of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students.

The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be more cruel in humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is a easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears.

The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone.

Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl.

I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim.

I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the guys company. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes.

Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance.

Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far more tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet.

Papy is easily the most loveable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a loveable soul.

Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough.

All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them.

Today is a typical day. Classes have so far been good. Again, knowing how to get by and being ready for them helps big time. Right now it's lunch break and as normal, I eat on the roof, away from others. I found a way to get up here not long into my first year and I treat it as my personal escape. My island in a sea of uniformed faces. I don't really care for the uniforms. Girls have to wear skirts, I hate it because of perverts taking up-skirt pics.

Finishing my sandwich and sipping on a soda, I look up at the sky. The wind is blowing gently but dark clouds are moving in fast.

"It's going to rain today."

"you know what that means, don't you?"

Slim sparks up a smoke as he comes through the door. He and a few of the others know about this spot.

"Yeah. In-door P.E...You think your little bro will do swimming and not that shitty rope thing or doge ball?"

"*puff* don't know. but you know him. he likes to make others squirm."

"That's true."

He comes over and sits beside me.

"though i know i wouldn't mind if we did swimming."

"Why?"

"to see the girls in their swimsuits of course."

"Heheh...Why am I not surprised you'd say that, naughty bones."

"because you get to check me out too, silly sinner."

We share a lighthearted laugh. Out of the four of them, I'm most open with Slim. His nonjudgmental calm attitude puts out a safe vibe that has me like a book he can easily scroll through and I'd know he wouldn't share it's contents. I value how he is with me and it means a lot that he lets me do the same.

"Can I ask a personal question?"

"what about?"

"What got you into smoking?"

He looks at me funny.

"why?"

"Just curious. I understand the chemical reason for why you keep smoking. But I don't get what makes someone start."

"am i the first person you knew that smoked?"

"Nope. Most my family does. But you are the first person I've known with a real gold fangs. Edgy is second with only one."

"heh...and you never tried smoking yourself?"

"Never. That goes for any drugs or booze too."

"man...you're really clean cut. *puff* but if you want...i can bum you one to try."

"Heh...Nah man. I'm cool."

"that you are. *puff* i don't remember why i started. wish i had a better vice than this...like you."

"What do you mean?"

He looks surprised, a small hint of color dust his cheekbones and he waves me off.

"nothing."

What was that about?

"can i ask you a personal question or two?"

"Sure."

"first...why do you try so hard in my big bro's class?"

"I don't. Why?"

"you're his favorite student. i hear him at home when he's grading papers...*puff* what is wrong with these morons?! why aren't they half as smart as lynsie?! i need more students like lynsie!"

I snicker.

"Please, I'm not that smart. You're way smarter than me. He just likes the detail I give. Remember when he had me explain what the difference between a judas cradle and a spanish donkey was?"

"heheh...yeah. you made six people puke and he kicked them out of class for not having the stomach to handle the gory truth."

"Yep...Bad luck for them it was pasta day in the cafeteria. Bet the janitor would hate me if he knew."

He laughs and takes another huff of smoke.

"So...What was the other question?"

"huh? oh...right. so...me and the guys were wondering something. *puff* are you seeing anyone?"

I nearly choke on my soda.

"Dude...For real?"

"we pulled straws to see who would come find you to ask. luckily you only go to one place and i can smoke here."

"Wow...And we're talking the gang here? All four of you guys?"

"i can't speak for everyone. well papy is still unsure, but he wouldn't mind going on a date to see what it's like. *puff* but me? ...can i try something?"

"Sure man. I trust you."

He slowly puts his hand on mine and tingles shiver up my spine.

"Whoa..."

"what? you felt something?"

"Is that normal?"

He blushes and his eyes seem to hold more life than his normal lethargy. Is this a good thing?

"yeah...just...*takes one last long drag then puts his cigarette out* let me do one more thing."

He brings his other hand up to move some hair from my face and cups the back of my head, slowly pulling me closer as he leans in, making me blush deeply when we kiss, sending more tingles into me.

My eyes flutter as he lingers, even with my mouth closed I can taste him, smoke mixed with a hint of barbecue sauce, weird yet oddly good, he pulls away just a couple inches and licks his teeth cooly.

"did you feel anything from that?"

He kissed me? He really kisses me? My brain can't process this.

"Uh-huh..."

"was it good?"

"I...I think so..."

"...was that...was that your first kiss?"

"N-no. I kissed before. I think I was...seven or eight? It's just...This...It's different. It...That had feeling."

He looks me in the eyes and smiles as he presses his forehead to mine.

"god you're cute when flustered."

"Don't tease me bonehead!"

"or you'll what?"

I shrug.

"Don't know. I got nothing."

"heh...adorable."

"Don't do that."

"do what?"

"You're treating me different. Stop it."

"so you'd treat me the same even if you liked me?"

"Yeah. Sure, I'd show a bit more affection than I normally do, but I wouldn't change everything just to win you over. I'd want you to want me for me."

"lynsie...i want you."

He claims my lips again, only rougher, and when I move to push him for breath he breaks away on his own when it starts to drip from the sky. Still holding my hand, he pulls me back into the building and once we're inside he shoves me against the door.

"S-slim?"

"don't be scared. i just want to be with you a little longer before we head back."

"Sorry. I'm not used to this kind of thing."

"used to what? a guy wanting you?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"...you make it really hard not to want you when your innocence screams 'oh papyrus, take me now, i need you and your loving'."

I can't help the giggles that escape me.

"I'm sorry...But that's funny as fuck..."

"okay, i get it. you're not interested in me."

"Hey! I never said that."

He eyes me.

"so...i have a shot?"

I blush.

"You and the guys have a better shot than anyone else here."

"then...if i were to, oh i don't know...ask you out?"

"I'd be fine with that."

"yes!"

He laughs in victory.

"then how about you and me get together, oh, let's say...after school today?"

"Heh...You really want this, huh?"

"i've wanted you since last year."

"What made you come out like this then? I mean, you didn't really seem interested in me like that before."

"i didn't think i'd have competition. it was just you, me, and edgy. he, to me, didn't seem like he was interested in dating. my plan was that i was going to slowly woo you. then rascal and papy joined the mix. while papy is as innocent as you, rascal on the other hand...he's the troublemaker in this. instigating the others to try for you. and hearing them talk about planning on asking you out...hell, a guy's gotta make an effort when he needs to, you know?"

I can't help but smile.

"Now who's the adorable one?"

"what?"

"You got jealous."

"...i am not jealous."

"No, but you got worried that one of them would get to me before you. That's cute of you to care that much."

He blushes and looks at me as if I've smacked him.

"Slim? You okay?"

I bring a hand to his face in concerned comfort and the second skin touches bone his eyes flash blood orange.

Next thing I know, I'm now on the wall next to the door, pinned there in the strong embrace of his arms and body pressing into me, his mouth smothering mine in a heated kiss, even snaking his tongue in when I gasp for air.

His hands, one is kneading into my spine while the other laces itself into my hair, his ribs are pressed hard to my chest and one of his legs mingles between mine, slowly rubbing them together, making me feel weird yet slightly good from all the tingles swarming my body.

"mmmmmm...you taste so sweet.~"

"Slim..."

"too much? do you want me to stop?"

He flinches when I put my arms around him.

"Slim...This feels really nice."

He breathes a sigh of relief.

"oh thank god...i thought i fucked up."

"You okay though? You're really flushed and wa-! *sheepish laugh* Getting eager there huh?"

He had pressed his hip to my own.

"sorry. i've just wanted this for so long. *shudders* look at that...we fit together."

"Careful naughty bones. You don't want to get caught now, do you?"

"actually...that's kind of turning me on~. besides..."

He leans into my ear and nibbles it lightly.

"who's going to bust us~?"

"There's not a lot of time before the bell rings."

"then maybe we shouldn't waste anymore time~."

He kisses his way down my neck, licking and nipping at the skin, making me shudder much to his delight.

"spread your legs for me baby~."

I flinch.

"Y-you can't be serious? Here? Now? We just started this relationship thingy."

"shhhhh...it's okay. i won't rush you. i just thought i'd give my girl a good time~. but...nothing would make me happier than to hear you bliss out and say my name. *humps* over...*humps* and over...*humps* and over...*humps* and over again~."

The way he moves his body against mine has my head lulling back and he knows he has me now.

"so lynise...do you want to have a good time with me~?"

"Fuck Slim...*lip bite* Why do you have to be so damn tempting?"

"heh...well you know what they say...patience and persistence make an unbeatable combination for success."

"Damn it smartass..."

"yes~?"

"...Not here. Outside."

"in the rain?"

"It'll take the scent off and make it less suspicious as to why we'd look like a mess."

He looks at me in shock.

"that...makes sense."

"One of us has to think ahead and not with their boner."

"...i'd laugh if i wasn't holding back taking you right here."

"Get to walking numbskull. Before I change my mind."

He grins excitedly and can't open the door fast enough, ushering me out into the now pouring storm before returning to me. He loosens his shirt collar and tie then kisses me deeply, pulling me to him.

"to be honest, i didn’t think you wanna do this. what with, you know...me, being a skeleton and all."

"*sigh* Slim, I could care less if you're a skeleton. Hell, in all honesty that increases your odds. I'm not interested in other humans."

"really?"

"Yeah. I've never seen monsters in the same way as humans. Monsters are just so...What's the word...Enticing? But in your case...Dude...I've seen girls check you out. You are a fine set of bones."

"awww...you flatterer."

"No. I mean it. Any girl would be lucky to land a catch like you. You're smart, funny, handsome..."

He cuts me off with sudden hungry kiss.

"only you can have me babe. i want only you."

"...Damn you and your alluring skeletal ways!"

I pull his tie and kiss him back much to his surprise. But he is quick to keep it going, adding tongue and earning him a slight moan from me.

"now aren’t you all excited and ready. heh...well little missy...shall we get to it then?"

"You're getting off on this aren't you?"

"you have no idea~."

He chuckles before kissing me again. Moving to feel along my body, taking in every curve and enjoying the sounds he's able to pull out of me.

"mmmmmm~. *huffs* here, let me just..."

He moves me so my back is on the wall and he unzips his pants. Freeing his blood orange magical erection. My jaw nearly snaps off. Dude...Is...Huge!

"there, much better. *snickers* hmmm you look surprised."

"Dude...You are going to break me."

He seems proud of my words and leans in on one arm over me.

"i promise to be gentle babe. i'd never hurt you. *kiss* now...spread your legs a bit."

This feels so weird, but I do as requested.

"yeah...good girl."

"You really are getting off on thi-Shit!"

His free hand has wandered down between my legs and rubs into my underwear before letting a finger slip under the fabric to touch me. My reaction earning him satisfaction.

"oooh, you're really wet down there~. seems i'm not the only one getting off on this."

"M-maybe a little."

"heh...such a silly sinner you are."

He brings his hand up to his mouth and sucks on the finger that touched me with a shit eating grin.

"and a tasty one too~."

I almost pass out from the amount of blood rushing to my face. But he keeps me stable with his kiss. His gentleness and soft touches lull me under his spell. His fingers return to teasing me down there and I mewl.

"o...you like that? then what if i...press...a little...deeper...*penetrates* how...does this...fe-ohhh...hoooo wow...squeezing on me already? such a naughty girl you are~."

He chuckles and buries his face into my hair as I shudder against him.

"S-slim...fuck man...It's so good...Slim..."

"hhnmm your voice is so sexy...ghnn...let me see those lips. *hungrily kisses while he touches me*"

"*moans into the kiss* You drive me crazy..."

"heh...is that a bed thing?"

"Not one bit."

"hehehe...mmmm...i'm gonna slip another finger inside...okay?"

"O-okay. *sharp gasps into a low moan*"

"hmm...ahhh that's my baby...hhnmm i could listen to you sing all day..."

I get a little bold and reach down to touch him.

"*gasp* l-lynsie?"

"I'm sorry. I just thought..."

"n-no...just wasn't expecting you to do it. please...keep going~."

I smile and grant his wish, making him keen. Now I see why he was enjoying this so much. This sense of control and feeling of pride, knowing you are the one that is making this person feel pleasure...It's sexy...He rocks into my hand, tongue starting to dangle out as the pleasure floods him.

"ffffuck...h-have you done t-this before?"

"First time."

"s-scored the fucking j-jackpot with you...gonna move my hand a little faster babe...gotta get you on my level haha...ghhn...ahhh o-oh...*speeds up his fingers*"

"Oooooh...Slim...Aaah-aaah-oooh...Yes...Yes..."

"oooo...haha, mmmm you're likin' that a lot, huh?"

"Yes...Fuck yes...It's so good...You're amazing!"

"hmmmm...that's my baby...my sweet baby doll...ooooh...your legs are shaking...hhnmm...you're gettin' clooooseee...*deep groan*"

He removes his fingers from me and I whine desperately at the loss of contact. But he just snickers at me and removes my hand from his length with a hiss. After all that stimulation we need more and he gets kind of aggressive.

"alright kitten, arch your back."

"What?"

"lift your hips...now."

I move as he tells me and he reaches down, one hand hold's his member while the other moves my underwear out of the way. Taking aim, he pressed it to me, moving the tip to stir in my juices and gets it slick before slowly pushing the tip inside.

"yeah, that's it...that's my girl. i'm sliding right in."

"Slim..."

"no! use my name. my real name."

"Papyrus."

He shudders hard before lifting me off the ground, pinning me to the wall and shoving the rest of his length inside, making me grip onto him tightly, my legs pretzel around his hip, as a wincing moan of pain escapes me.

"*groans* oooooh, yeah~. there you go...all of me is yours now~. *moans* mmmmmm...so tight and warm~. i didn't hurt you did i?"

"*whimpers* So big...H-how are fitting in there?"

"...are you...were you...a virgin?"

"The word 'was' being the...*hiss* operative word..."

He frowns and nuzzles into my cheek.

"this really is your first time...i'm sorry baby. let me make the pain go away."

He peppers me with soft kisses and nuzzles, doing his best to sooth me. Slowly his care starts to work its magic. Mostly because he is using magic to add a little healing into his actions.

"how you feeling now sweetie?"

"Better. Still sore..."

"it'll get better, i promise."

"Okay...*shaky breathes* Y-you can move."

"are you sure?"

"Yeah...*gulp* Let's do this...Papyrus."

Saying his name gives him the push he needs to start moving, slowly easing himself out to the tip and pushing back in as careful as he can. The pain lingers for a bit, then it gives way to all sorts of good feelings. The tingling sparks that come from just touching him flood me till all I know is pleasure. And seeing me enjoy him lets him know he can go faster. Letting himself give in to the ecstasy of it all.

"s-such a g-good girl...m-my girl...*moaning* oh yeah, there ya go...oooooh...there ya go, you like that huh~?"

"*groaning* P-papyrus...I'm y-yours...Yes...Yes, don't stop~."

I try rocking my hips in his grip and he thrusts into it, increasing our moaning.

"oh yeah...oh, there ya go...there's my baby! oh, oh yeah, you're so beautiful, you're so great!"

"Yes...Oh Papyrus...It's so good! Take me! I need it! Harder! More please!"

"oh yeah...come on lynsie...you can moan better..."

He thrusts particularly hard and I almost scream.

"there ya go, ah, there ya-ah god! oooh...oh...oooh lynsie..."

"P-papyrus...So hard...So tight...So hot...Oooooh...Ah...Aahh..."

My stomach is tightening and I can feel him starting to twitch inside me, his thrusting getting crazy.

"Sl-P-papyrus...Getting tighter...It hurts..."

"oh yeah? my baby's getting close?"

"I need you~!"

"beg for me...beg me to help you cum~."

"*needy whimpers* Papyrus..."

"yes~?"

"Baby needs you to help her feel good~."

"hi want you to cum for me lynsie...hhhnn...i wanna hear you cry out...cry out my name as you let go..."

He shudders a moan and steals my breath in a mind blowing kiss. His hips start slamming into me at a hectic speed, wanting to take me over the edge and finish with him.

"lynsie...are you ready huh? are you fucking ready?!"

"Yes Papyrus! Yes please! *groans* Please give it to me!"

"*moans* there ya go, good girl!"

I can feel it, this tightness is just about to snap. My arms and legs are practically crushing around him. My sight blurs out and everything clenches up.

"Papyrus...I think...Aah! I'm about to..."

"ayeah...let me hear that hot release...cum for me baby..."

"A-Aahhnn...Ooh f-fuck yeesss...yeah...Ohnn...mnhnn...Ahhhn..."

"o-oh, oh god! oh god, i'm gonna...i'm gonna, i'm gonna cum!"

"Aaahh...Papyrus! ! Aaahhnn ahhhh...ooohh...ooohhhh y-yeeaahhh...Ahhhhnn..."

He bites down hard on the crook of my neck with a yell of my name and pounds into me as climax hits us both. The tightness undoes as fluid gushes from me and mixes with the hot load of liquid magic that is sent flooding into my core. He keeps moving for a little bit, small sallow thrusts to ride out our duel release and makes sure every drop was milked into my body.

Weakly, he pulls his mouth from my neck and I wince at the feeling of his sharp teeth leaving my bloody flesh. Gently he laps at the blood, his tongue coating the wound in healing magic to stop the bleeding and sooth the pain.

"ahn, yeah...so g-good...i c-came inside...you're such a good girl...oh god i'm s-still c-cumming!"

"Heh...P-poor baby...You have so much l-love to give...Mmmm...Give me all of it...It feels so good~."

"hehehe...careful babe. if you keep takin' sexy like that, i might just start this party again."

"Mmmm...I wouldn't mid if you did~."

Still connected, he chuckles as he waits till he's done emptying his load. Slowly we recover, the panting we were doing eventually returning to normal before he sets me back down on my shaky legs and rubs my cheeks tenderly, making me purr with a smile.

"oh yeah, you're my girl alright. and you always will be..."

He tilts my neck and kisses the bite mark he made.

"my sweet treat~."

I giggle as he pulls out. The magic making up his member fades away and he zips his pants up as I fix my underwear.

"Sweet treat huh? Maybe I can replace your cigarettes as your new craving."

"oh, you know i'll be wanting more. in fact...i might need a fix after our date~."

"Careful dear, you don't want to rot your teeth on all this sugar."

"heh...be worth it though."

I giggle as the bell rings.

"Damn. Well...Back to class we go."

"not yet."

"But Papyrus..."

He shuts me up with a kiss and pulls the band from my hair, letting it fall freely.

"can't have people seeing that mark...not yet at least."

"Fair enough."

I straighten his shirt and tie much to his content.

"Ready to go, my bone-friend?"

"heh...sure thing, my babe."

He starts walking and I follow.

"i'm keeping this hair tie."

"But it's mine."

"all the more reason to keep it. it belongs to my girl."

"Awww."

He rests his arm around my shoulders as we head back inside. Each step was a squishy fart joke that has us laughing. We were a odd sight, but who cares. We had each other. And being in love beats looking normal any day.

However, upon getting to our next class, well...

"THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU TWO? WHY ARE YOU BOTH SOAKED?!"

No way we're talking about what happened on the roof.

"Sorry sir, it's all my fault. I got upset earlier and Slim here followed me to the roof. That's when the door jammed and well...Long story short, stuck in the rain and took forever to get back in the building. Please, forgive us."

Slim is surprised I'd take the blame here and already have a cover story. His younger brother, Pain the P.E. teacher on the other hand, is suspicious but can't really pinpoint as to why.

"FINE. BUT SINCE YOU TWO ARE THREE MINUTES PASS BELL CALL...YOU'LL BE PARTICIPATING IN CLASS AS YOU ARE. NO CHANGING OUT YOUR UNIFORMS.

We both groan in annoyance.

"Are you for real right now?"

"hang on...what in-door activity are you having us do?"

Pain gives us a crooked smile.

"WHY...THE GAUNTLET OF COURSE."

The gym is filled with groans. The gauntlet is a grueling obstacle course that is made up of five parts. First is a series of hurdles, some you jump over and others you duck under. Then there's the stepping stones, small but heavy stumps that one must jump across without fail. Next is the warped wall, a large wall we have to run up in order to get over. The rope climb is next, reach the top and ring the bell to continue. Lastly there's the balancing barrage, it's basically a balance beam that's about five feet high and you have to cross it while avoiding Pain who throws dodge balls at you. And if at any point you mess up, you have to start all over again from the beginning.

This would be bad enough on its own. But when you add wet clothing that weighs you down and the fact I'm in a fucking skirt...Well that's a new level of hell all by itself.

So far I'm doing fine. The gauntlet is pretty easy for me except for the rope climb. I have weak upper body strength, so the rope really kills my time when I try to speed run. But again...I'm climbing up a rope in a skirt...and I'm soaking wet. Guess what happens next.

"*wolf whistles* Nice view!"

"Best P.E. ever!"

"*snarls* Piss off perverts!"

"Hey, swing around more!"

"Yeah! Work it girl!"

"*growls* I swear to god, I will fucking end...you...?"

I trail off at the sight I see approaching the small group of boys. Slim is not happy. Even from as high as I am, I can see the blood orange glow of his glaring eyes. All I can do is watch.

"hey, fuck wads..."

In the blink of a eye, the first boy to turn around, a monster named Aaron, is punched square in the jaw and is sent flying.

"PAPYRUS!"

Slim ignores his brother.

"lynsie...come here."

His voice is dark and spine chilling...I obey without question. Dropping down to stand by him, he grabs me harshly and kisses me just as rough, enough to draw blood when he bites my lip.

"this is mine. *shows the bite mark on my neck* if anyone messes with my girl, you're gonna have a very fucked up time."

Ignoring the stares coming our way, I'm stunned at this level of possessiveness Slim has. It's actually kind of a turn on to know how much he values me as his. This warms my heart to no end.

"YOU, GO TO THE NURSE'S OFFICE. AND YOU TWO...MY OFFICE. NOW! AS FOR THE REST OF YOU, WHO TOLD YOU TO STOP? KEEP RUNNING THE COURSE AND DON'T STOP TILL I SAY SO!"

The class groans as Pain takes Slim and me to his office. And he is not happy.

"SO...MIND EXPLAINING WHAT THE HELL THAT WAS ALL ABOUT?"

"i said my piece already."

I feel so awkward. I want to defend Slim, but I'm afraid if I speak I'll say something that will only mess things up more.

"WELL? LAST CHANCE."

We don't say a word.

"*sigh* OKAY...DROPPING THE TEACHER THING. HONESTLY I COULDN'T GIVE A CRAP ABOUT YOU HITTING SOME LITTLE SHIT. FRANKLY, ALL THOSE PRICKS HAVE IT COMING TO THEM. THERE'S ONLY SO MANY TIMES YOU CAN WRITE UP IDIOTS FOR HARASSMENT BEFORE SOMEONE SNAPS."

This has us eye him and listen to what he has to say.

"SO WITH THAT OUT OF THE WAY, NOW KNOWING THAT YOU'RE NOT IN TROUBLE FOR THAT...ARE EITHER OF YOU WILLING TO ANSWER ONE QUESTION FOR ME?"

"that depends."

"What's the question?"

"HOW LONG HAS 'THIS' BEEN A THING?"

I blush but Slim seems proud and smirks.

"what ever do you mean, bro?"

"DON'T PLAY STUPID PAPYRUS. YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MARK MEANS. DID YOU EVEN EXPLAIN THAT TO HER? BECAUSE JUDGING BY THE EXPRESSION ON HER FACE, YOU HAVEN'T."

Now I'm worried.

"it means she's mine."

"YES, IT DOES...AS YOUR MATE."

I pale like ghost and Slim blushes in shock as Pain smacks his forehead.

"w-what?"

"Wait...Does this mean we're married?!"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT. THIS IS THE REASON I KEEP TRYING TO PUSH THE SEXUAL EDUCATION LESSONS TO THE START OF THE YEAR. TO PREVENT STUPID SHIT LIKE THIS FROM HAPPENING. LUCKILY, THERE IS A WAY TO REVERSE THIS."

Pain gets up from behind his desk and heads for the door.

"NO ONE IS GOING TO MAKE EITHER OF YOU DO ANYTHING. THE CHOICE IS YOURS TO MAKE. I'LL LET YOU DISCUSS THIS AMONGST EACH OTHER BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE IS DONE."

He leaves the room and we look at one another.

"lynsie...i am so sorry. i didn't mean to..."

"Slim...Do you regret this? Us?"

His eye sockets widen.

"no! how could i?"

"Then don't apologize. It's insulting."

"then...you're okay with this?"

"Honestly...I'm confused as hell. But...Isn't life always confusing? It's what makes things interesting. Trying to figure shit out. Maybe with someone else by your side, you know?"

"baby..."

"I mean, we've already decided to enter a relationship. I wouldn't mind keeping this if it keeps others away so we can focus on us."

"for real? you really mean it?"

"I gave you my virginity. If you think you can get rid of me so easily, you got another thing coming."

"get rid of you? i wouldn't dream of it. my... babe."

"come here, my bone-friend."

I pull him into a warm loving hug and he nuzzles sweetly into my neck.

"Papyrus..."

"yeah?"

"I...I love you."

His hold on me tightens.

"i love you too lynsie. now and forever."

Life at school since then has been interesting to say the least. We decide to keep the mark but not let it control how we handle the relationship, treating it like how you would a promise ring. Despite how we started this, we take things slow and build up a foundation for a proper relationship. Even if our families think we're nuts and irresponsible as hell.

Slim as a boyfriend is a handful sometimes. He seems to really get off on public displays of overly affectionate actions, going so far as to get us in trouble a several times due to "graphic displays of a mature nature" or so we were told. I guess that's what the term for loudly dry humping is on paper.

Either way, we couldn't be happier.

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