PaperFresh Shots

Destiny pt3

I woke up in my room again. I felt much better than I had before.

A maid with short brown hair walked in with a tray of medicine and bandages.

"Oh! You're a wake!" She chirped, smiling happily at me. "I am Frisk, one of the few maids around here."

"Hello, Frisk... I'm... Paperjam." I muttered. I didn't know if the castle knew my name as a royal family, so gave a nickname that Pally used to call me.

"I'm here to change your bandages and give you some medicine." The human explained as she walked over to me.

I nodded, lifting the new shirt I was in. The human maid worked quickly at dressing my ribs. She then gave me some pills and a glass of water to drink from. I took the pills and quickly swallowed them with the water.

Frisk nodded, setting everything back on the tray. Without a word she left. The room felt lonely without her...

I sighed, tugging the shirt over my head. It was really lonely.

"Frisk told me you were a wake." I turned to see the white skeleton.

"Hello... Thank you, Mister for taking care of me while I was sick..." I hugged myself lightly my cheeks glowing.

The man nodded.

"It's Sir Fresh, and yours?"

I looked at him, wondering the words he spoke. They were... Something I heard before...

"Paperjam, Sire." I bowed my head in respect, just as I was taught.

He came forward and picked me up. I was confused as to why he was picking me up, but I liked it oddly...

He placed me down in his bathroom, his tub filled with hot water. I looked at him confused for a moment, then my face flared. He was done to his boxers!

I turned and covered my eyes.

"What? Never seen a naked skeleton before?"

"N-No... I w-was always t-training to even be courted..." I blushed even brighter as I felt his bare body except for his underwear on my back.

"Don't worry, I'm not doing anything... I'm just going to help you bath, since I don't trust that you won't escape or pass out in the tub."

I squeaked as he used his magic to lift me up slightly. His hands pulled off the shirt he gave me, throwing it with his clothes. He then pulled off my boxers, causing me to resemble that of a cycleman coum.

"Hehe, I'm not going to do anything." He laughed at me, like my reactions aren't the sanest things in this world!

"S-stop s-staring!" I cried out, I curled up, trying to hide my body from the perverted skeleton.

He raised his hand, feeling the red blood from his noise and cleaned it away. He just smirked at me as his eyes look in my naked form as I tried to look anywhere, but at him.

He climbed in the tub first, setting me in his lap once he was settled. I tried to get off him, but he put some gravity spell on me, weighing me down.

"I-I can wash m-myself." I grunted out, so badly wanting to move.

"Mm... I think no." He pulled me closer to him. His breath tickled the top of my head. "I don't want you anywhere without me knowing and knowing that you're in my room does not help that."

He reached over and grabbed soap and cloth. He removed my dressings, then lightly started to wash my ribs.

I huffed but stopped trying to escape. It... Felt weird having someone else to wash my body...