I remember when I was only fourteen years old. I was recently diagnosed with severe autism because of a certain kind of belief that I had.

Ever since Undertale was released in late 2015, my friends and family referred to me as a very unique and different child. And it was because I adored something that nobody else had imagined. No person could understand the amount of love and desire I had for this being. The being I adored was known as...

The Great Papyrus. He was a character from the video game Undertale. Papyrus was a tall, thin, and clever skeleton wearing a bright red cape and gloves, who was also obsessed in cooking spaghetti. His one true dream was to join the fictional kingdom known as the Royal Guard, and become a high ranking soldier.

He always brought joy to my day with his royal wisdom, knowledge and jokes. I thanked him for giving me the wonderful life that I was given, and I've always wanted to please the spaghetti lord in whatever way I could. I followed his great ways, and prayed to him every night before bed.

The only thing I've ever ate was spaghetti, for breakfast lunch and dinner. The sound of his voice blessed my eardrums, and I always listened to his main theme, Bonetrousle, in honor of him.

One day, I decided to make a new save file on Undertale, and promised to defeat everything but the Great Papyrus. I would never dare disobey the skeleton god, even if I were to die for praising him.

Every time he appeared on the screen, I bowed down and prayed, being grateful for his special presence. When it was time to battle him, I fell to the floor, trembling in joy and anticipation, as I waited for the first attack of the spaghetti god.

As the battle starts, he did not attack me for some odd reason. The game just... stood still for some reason, with Papyrus staring at me with his regular smile. My soul slowly started to grow anxious, yet confident in a way. Suddenly, Papyrus exclaimed, "*PAPA RUS IS HERE!" in a voice extremely similar to Skeletor from He-Man, and not using the single sound effect that represented his speech.

I almost fell off my chair, as it was completely unexpected. My mind was in shock and awe, unaware of the events that were about to occur. Had he finally answered my prayers? Had he known how loyal I have been to him? I was very ecstatic, knowing my beliefs were true, and that he knew how much I loved him.

A sudden strange feeling approached my mind... something very unexpected...the desperate need to masturbate, as if being commanded to by the Great Papyrus. My crotch was tingling, and my penis was becoming erect. I was confused, as I had never jerked off before. I wanted to stay completely loyal to him, though.

Papyrus then stated, "*Human, you must do what your mind tells you to do. Let yourself become one with me. This will be the moment that will change your life forever."

I follow his directions and unzipped my jeans, then reached my hand down and grabbed my boner. I furiously masturbated to his royal, mighty stance, rapidly shaking the arm used to hold my dick.

As I am about to ejaculate, I hear Bonetrousle playing, slowly getting louder, until it reaches an ear-raping volume, and a loud roar similar to that of a lion thunders throughout the entire room.

Suddenly, a looming white figure crashes through my ceiling, debris flying everywhere. I gasp in pure joy, as it is very obvious who it was.

It was Papyrus! He was holding a plate of hot spaghetti, topped with marinara sauce. He puts the dish near my penis, as I proceed to cum all over the food. The spaghetti became completely soaked with semen, turning the noodles into a wet, sticky mess.

Papyrus slowly walks towards me with a wide grin on his face, and whispers in my ear, "You won't regretti being with the spaghetti." in a soft, fatherly voice.

He then dabs what appears to be a cold, soothing white gel behind my ear. I realized that it was MTT-Brand Bone Cologne, my favorite type!

"It's time, my little disciple. Show The Great Papyrus what you can do." I follow his great orders, and I take the plate of noodles, and the fork from his hand. I chow down on the sweet, soggy spaghetti, as tears of joy and bliss flood my face. I start to swallow it whole, but I start to choke.

As the noodles try to travel out my mouth, which I would never dare to let happen, Papyrus inserts his long, thin skeleton boner down my throat, and proceeds to ejaculate tomato sauce, washing down the food. I groan in relief, as I absorb every last bit of his dinner.

It tasted so good, that it was simply indescribable. It was the best thing that I had ever eaten in my entire life.

Papyrus winks at me, smiling, and I know what I must do. I collapse onto my hands and knees, offering my body to the Great Papyrus. I strip all of my clothes off, revealing my pale anus, and exposing my true self.

He starts to softly place warm spaghetti noodles on my buttcheeks, and it fills me with pure determination. He begins to fill me to the brim with his tender skeleton love.

My mother walks into the room and gasps in horror, as she sees the peaceful and joyful look on my face, and Papyrus inserting his crisp cock into my anus. He continues to pours more of his love inside my body, before looking my mother in the eye.

He starts laughing, and grabs my mother by the throat, then tears off all of her clothes. He exposes her vagina, and vomits marinara sauce and noodles onto it.

Her cunt seeps it all inside her, until it leaks out of her asshole. He put his palm towards the wall, and a portal appered. He then threw my mother in it, sending her to the underground.

We both then continue the fun and games.

He bursts into laughter, as a loud "NYEH HEH HEH!" pierces my ears with pleasure. I can feel bones crawling down my spine, and I am feeling extremely determined, as I start to smell and taste his mighty sauce. He proceeds to place more noodles on my asscheeks.

Papyrus then concludes with another roar, and splashes a torrent of marinara sauce all over the room. He slides me off his penis, and the tip is a fine blue. I look in the mirror out of curiosity, and find that my skin was glowing blue. He smiles, and proudly says, "That's my special attack. NYEH HEH HEH!"

I then ask Papyrus to be my loving and caring father, as that was the one thing I wanted most in my life, but he chuckles and says, "I was already your daddy, my special son. And I will continue to be." A portal appears one again and Papyrus goes through it, returning to the underground.

I look at the time, and tuck myself in, praying an especially long prayer for the overlord. "Thank you, Great Papyrus." I call out.

When I woke up the next morning, I awoke to a bowl of warm spaghetti was on the floor, and a note on the floor. The letter read, "To my special son, which I am very proud of. May the spaghetti forever be with you." I start crying out, "Thank you, father!"

Papyrus is Love, Papyrus is Life

You will never regretti being with the spaghetti.