Life is hard for a baby bones, especially when they're the only Horror in the family.
But life's not exactly a cake-walk for Gaster and Sans either...
This is a collection of short stories I came up with while looking at certain baby Papyrus pics. N...
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Papyrus giggled as his Gaster Blaster swirled around him. His father glared at him, stepping around the baby bones who apparently didn't care that he was blocking the doorway and hall.
"Nyeh heh hee! Gasta!"
"Yes?"
"Not you, stink head!"
Gaster's frown deepened.
"hey bro, maybe you shouldn't play with that thing, it's not exactly a toy...or safe," said Sans scratching behind his head nervously.
"MINE!"
"Forget it Sans. Papyrus is going to do whatever Papyrus wants. BECAUSE HE'S A SELFISH INGRATE!"
"You can kiss my tiny hiney! Dis' MY baster..."
"*Sigh* Just be quiet until I'm done working, please?"
BLOOSH!
Papyrus immediately fired his blaster, accidentally destroying Sans' pun book that Gaster had bought for him after being threatened by Papyrus.
"bro what the hell?!"
"Dat book be stupid anyway-"
"IT WAS MINE!"
"It still suck dough..."
Sans lunged at Papyrus, attempted to strangle him.
"NYEHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"I asked you two to be quiet."
"HE TWRY TO KILL DA' BABY!"
"IT WAS MY BOOK!"
"HE CWAZY DADDY! SAVE DA' BABY!"
"AIN'T NOBODY HELPING YOU!"
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