Horror Sans Oneshots

115

"So already back on the post Sans? Really this is getting out of hand" the man behind Horror stretched in preparation.
"It's a real workout ya know. So let's not make this difficult."
Horror flinched at the sound of a whip.
"Good boy.." the monster behind him whispered.
"Now. Be good and take it"
"115 lashes for going against her magesty. You shall be flogged until you remember who you belong too."
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Blood poured from horror's back after ten. After twenty his screams turned to ragged breaths. After thirty the monsters forced to watch the flogging began softly sobbing. After forty Horror's legs stopped letting him stand only being held up by his chain wrists on the post. Fifty lashes had Horror coughing blood and the crowd shielding their eyes. By sixty the crowd had to try to not dry heave. By seventy Horror had passed out briefly only to be awoken at eighty. At ninety Horror began to sob weakly and the monster responsible for his torment laughed at him. At a hundred Horror was shaking and that about all he could do. After the final fifteen he was unbound and the crowd left. Not one monster offered to help the skeleton in the snow. Horror shivered and after two hours he limped home.
When he was out on a mission with killer he had to go threw Horrortale. He looked at the stained post and remembered....115.