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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"oh paps..."
Papyrus dropped his meatball and turned his head to look at his brother curiously. "Nyeh? What you want?"
"a day where i don't have to clean up after you?"
"But I didn't do nothing..."
Sighing, Sans removed the pot from the baby bones head.
How am I still the ONLY person that catches him doing this crap?
"you know if you were to fix that stuff at a time when someone else is awake, that lie might actually work-"
"DON'T TELL BABY HOW TO LIE! IMMA TELL DADDY!"
"....what?"
"DAAAAAHHHDDEEEEE! SNAS IS TEACHIN' BABY HOW TO LIE!"
"I highly doubt it...also I'm right here," said Gaster leaning against the door frame. "If you're going to make a mess can you at LEAST do it quietly? It's midnight!"
"i wasn't teaching him anything dad!"
"I know...I just said that."
"HE LYING!"
"I've been standing in the doorway the whole time Papyrus!"
"ACK!"
"then why didn't you stop him from making a mess?!"
"Because that's what the help is for, speaking of which, clean this up Sans."
"...."
"NO! DIS MY SGETTI!" The baby bones quickly began shoveling spaghetti into his mouth, making an even bigger mess on the tile floor.
"eww, bro! don't eat that off the floor!" Sans picked his brother up.
"MY SGETTIIIII!"shrieked Papyrus, swinging his fists around angrily.
"Young man, there are other people in this lab!"
Though most of them have figured out a way to block out your screaming by now...
"THEY CAN HAS DA' POPTARTS! DIS MY SGETTI! SANTA MAKED IT SPECIAL FOR ME!"
"What?"
"he says santa is making him spaghetti all the time."
