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Two Small Skeletons

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Two small skeletons huddled in the snow surrounded by large pine trees. The held onto each other as if afraid that letting go would cause the other to vanish. They had wrapped themselves in several large items of clothing that they had found themselves surrounded by when they had first awoken into the strange white world that surrounded them since neither of them had been wearing anything.

The skeletons looked to be about the same age as each other, maybe four or five years old. One of them was larger than the other, however. He had an angular face with small eye sockets. He had a crack running through his left eye and a large hole in his left hand. The smaller skeleton also had a crack in his skull, but it ran from the right top side of his skull to the top of his right eye. He also had a large hole in his right hand. He had a more rounded skull than the other skeleton, with much larger eye sockets.

The two skeletal children watched their surroundings intently, faces scared. They felt too afraid to venture into the strange white world that they had found themselves in. They were quickly becoming cold in the freezing temperatures and they huddled into one another for warmth and comfort.

At the sound of approaching footsteps the skeletons froze, eyes widening and eyelights moving to look for whoever or whatever was coming towards them. They clung tightly to each other when a couple of dark shapes emerged from the trees and made their way towards them.




Dogamy and Dogaressa were heading home from their sentry stations. They had decided to take a detour through the forest for a romantic walk. The two dogs held paws as they walked through the frozen forest, their hot breathe billowing from their mouths in small clouds.

Dogaressa suddenly paused, causing Dogamy to stop and look at his wife questioningly.

“There’s something ahead,” Dogaressa said in a low voice “Smells like bones…”

Dogamy frowned, sniffing the air. The dogs relied on their strong sense of smell to detect most things, having rather poor eyesight compared to most other monsters. Dogamy’s frown deepened as he detected the faint smell of bones in the air. Not ordinary bones though, these were magical ones.

“Definitely bones,” he said to his wife “Magical bones though. There’s no bone monsters in this area… what could it be?”

Dogaressa shrugged, unsure “We should check it out,”

She began to move towards the smell, and Dogamy followed. They walked cautiously, unsure whether the source of the smell was a danger or not.

The two of them reached a small clearing. Near the centre of it was a bundle of clothes from which two skeleton monsters peered at them suspiciously.

Dogaressa gasped, and made to rush forward after seeing that the skeletons appeared to be children (she loved children, and was hoping to have her own pups one day). Dogamy held her back, however.

“May be dangerous,” he growled “Be careful!”

Dogaressa smiled at her husband. “They’re just pups, dear,”

She made her way over to the little skeletons. She knelt in front of them, trying to look unthreatening as they seemed fearful of her.

“Hello, I’m Dogaressa and this is my husband Dogamy. What are your names?”

The two skeletons looked at her, confusion obvious on their faces. Their eyelights flickered between her and Dogamy. Their tiny hands clutched at the material surrounding them as they tried to huddle closer together.

Dogaressa frowned slightly. “Don’t you have names pups?”

She got no reply from the two children.

“We should take them to Snowdin town, we can find out their names and where their parents are later. We need to get them warm,” Dogamy said.

Dogaressa nodded. She leant forward and picked up the bundle of clothes, complete with squirming skeletons. It was surprisingly light. The children didn’t seem pleased with being picked up and wriggled to get free but the clothes they were wrapped in constricted their movement meaning escape was impossible. Dogaressa made soothing noises as the struggles became more frantic. It seemed to calm the skeletons down a little.

The smallest skeleton poked his head out of the bundle and turned to face her. He said… something. His voice was strange, almost sounding like static. Dogaressa couldn’t make heads or tails of what he had said, she couldn’t even process the sounds that had come out of his mouth.

“What was that?” Dogamy questioned her, looking as baffled as she felt.

“No idea,” Dogaressa replied.

The larger skeleton had also managed to worm his head out of the bundle of clothes and was looking at the dogs. He tilted his head to the side. He made a similar noise to the smaller skeleton.

The dogs blinked. They looked at one another in confusion.

“Maybe it’s a language?” Dogamy said, and Dogaressa shrugged in reply.

They should get the two children somewhere warm; there was no point in trying to figure them out until they were safe.

“Let’s go,” Dogaressa told her husband. He nodded and they started their way back to Snowdin town.




The two skeletons were confused. The two monsters that had found them made the strangest of sounds. Neither of them had been able to figure out what they had been saying, if they’d been saying anything at all for that matter. When the two of them had tried to ask the monsters if they could speak normally, they had only looked as confused as the children felt.

what do you think they’re saying?” the smaller skeleton asked the larger.


The small skeleton frowned “they must be saying something. they seem to understand each other,

The skeletons fell silent; lulled by the motion of the monster that was carrying them. The smaller one’s eyes sockets closed as he started to drift off to sleep. The larger one watched him, a gentle smile settling onto his features. He stayed awake, however. The surroundings fascinated him and he looked at everything with a look of wonder on his face.

After awhile the skeleton noticed that the… things… trees? (he thought that they were called that anyway) were thinning out and the… snow? became more flattened. Soon large structures were visible, warm yellow light shining out from them. They made the large skeleton feel safe, offering shelter from the cold.

A soft noise from the smaller skeleton made him turn around. The smaller skeleton had shifted in his sleep, his expression soft. The larger skeleton watched him. He didn’t know why but he always felt safest next to the smaller skeleton. He barely knew who the small skeleton was, but then again he didn’t even know who he himself was. He felt slightly scared at not knowing, surely he should? He was himself, so it only made sense that he should know about himself. But he didn’t. He also knew that the small skeleton knew nothing about himself either, which made the larger skeleton feel slightly better.

The monsters that had found the skeletons arrived at one of the larger structures (buildings?) and pushed open part of it (the door?). The warmth hit the larger skeleton’s bones and he smiled at the pleasant sensation. The small skeleton made a soft noise of happiness, stretching out as he continued to sleep.

There were more monsters here. They turned and looked in interest at the skeleton monsters bundled within the oversized clothes. The monsters talked to each other in their strange language. The other monsters seemed to be questioning the two monsters that had found the two skeletons. The larger skeleton started to look around as he grew bored listening to the nonsense language.

The room was well lit and it had a raised section (a desk or a table the large skeleton thought) that was covered in small items. Most of the monsters in it were seated and seemed similar in appearance to the monsters that had found the skeletons.

The larger skeleton started to feel tired. The warmth seemed to fill his bones and he struggled to keep his eye sockets open. Each time he blinked it was harder and harder to reopen his eyes. Eventually his eye sockets remained shut and his breathing became deeper as he slipped into sleep.

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Grillby was working, as per usual. He stood at his bar meticulously polishing the glassware as he watched the comings and goings of the monsters that had come in for food and drink, but mainly for the socialisation that the bar attracted.

Grillby knew that something had happened in the past few days. The dog sentries that usually frequented one of the tables had been oddly absent, only coming in occasionally and not in their usual numbers. Dogamy and Dogaressa hadn’t come at all in the past five days.

Grillby prided himself on knowing almost all of the things that happened in the snowy little town. As someone who ran a bar, he tended to hear all of the gossip that was circling. However, in this instance he was still in the dark about whatever had occurred.

He was sure he would find out what had happened in due time. It was just slightly irritating to have to wait.

The bell on the door rang. Grillby looked up, surprised to see Dogamy pushing open the door. Even more surprising was that Dogaressa wasn’t with him. Dogamy collapsed in his usual seat. He looked exhausted.

Grillby came up to him “…Want anything, Dogamy?” he said in his soft voice.

Dogamy looked at him through tired eyes “No, I’m good. Just need a break from home,”

Grillby frowned “…A break? What from?” Maybe he’d learn what was happening around here at last.

Dogamy groaned “We found a couple of kids in the forest. Dogaressa decided to look after them until we can track down their parents. I never knew kids where this tiring!”

Grillby smiled as he remembered looking after his niece, Fuku “Children can be a handful,”

“They're not really that active, it’s just weird to have someone else in the house. It’d be fine if they could talk to us,”

“They can’t talk? Are they really young?” Grillby asked.

Dogamy sighed “That I could deal with. They look about five, so they’re not that young. And it’s not like they can’t talk exactly, they just speak this weird messed up language,”

“…Messed up how?”

“It sounds a bit like static. Well, kind of. Don’t know how to describe it better,” Dogamy frowned as he recalled the strange sounds the children had made talking to one another.

Grillby hummed as he thought. It couldn’t be… but he wanted to check “Can I see the children?”

Dogamy looked at him “Why?”

“…I may have an idea of the language, but I’ll have to speak to them to be sure,”

Dogamy nodded “Sure. I’ll tell Dogaressa. When can you come over?”

“This evening, if that’s okay with you and your wife,”

Dogamy nodded again, before standing up “Well, I’d better be getting back. See you Grillby,”

Grillby watched as the dog monster left. He smiled. Well at least he knew what had been happening now. He went back behind the bar and began polishing the glassware again. He felt excitement bubble in his chest. He was looking forward to meeting the strange children that evening.




Despite living below ground, the monsters had developed a system that made the lights of each area change depending on the time of day it would have been on the surface. The lights became dimmer at ‘night’ and brighter in the ‘day’. The lights changed gradually. It was nothing compared to having the sun and moon of the surface, but it helped the monsters keep routine and made the day more bearable.

At the time that was ‘evening’, Grillby left his bar and made his way to Dogamy and Dogaressa’s home. It was a small, comfortable building. It only had one floor with a couple of cosy bedrooms, a small bathroom and a joint living room and kitchen. The living room had a thick carpet, a soft looking sofa and a small table.

Dogaressa smiled at Grillby as Dogamy led him in “Please take a seat, I’ll go get the boys,”

Grillby nodded, and went over to the sofa, sinking into the soft cushions. He sighed contentedly. Maybe he should get a sofa like this for his own home?

Dogaressa came back in from one of the bedrooms, leading two small skeletal children who were dressed in oversized sweaters that fell below their knees (probably belonging to one of the dogs). They watched Grillby carefully, unsure of the new monster. Grillby noticed the cracks that ran through both of their skulls.

“Are they injured?” he asked the dog couple.

Dogaressa shook her head “We don’t think so. The cracks seem natural, like they’ve always been there,”

Grillby lowered himself off of the sofa so that he was kneeling on the floor in front of the small skeletons. He raised his hands and made a small gesture with them "Hello,"

The larger skeleton’s eyes lit up “YOU CAN SPEAK NORMALLY?” he said in a loud voice, with small subtle hand motions accompanying it.

Grillby was surprised. He hadn’t expected to hear this language again; he’d thought it had all but died out after the war.

Yes, but I can only understand and speak the signed part,” Grillby explained to the child.

Dogamy and Dogaressa were watching them.

“Can you understand them?” Dogamy asked.

“…Yes,” Grillby replied “They are speaking a very old language. I can ‘speak’ it partially, though I never got the hang of the verbal aspect of the language, only the signed part,”

Dogaressa looked confused “Signed? What do you mean?”

“The language they are speaking is called Wing-dings. It is comprised of a verbal aspect and a signed aspect. It can be understood with one or the other, but it is only truly a full language with both aspects together. I only knew one monster who could speak this language fully, but he taught me how to sign it,”

Grillby felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down to see the smaller skeleton “you can understand us, right?” the child asked. His voice was much softer than the other child’s.

Grillby smiled before signing “Yes, I can. Could you both tell me you’re names?

WHAT IS A NAME?” the larger skeleton frowned at him.

Grillby frowned at their response “What do you call each other?

…we don’t,” the smaller child blinked at him “should we?

“What are you talking about?” Dogamy’s voice broke into their conversation.

“…Names, or the lack of them,” Grillby answered, before turning back to the skeletons “Names make it easier to differentiate one another,

The children frowned, before turning to each and speaking to each other much too quickly for Grillby to pick up any of their hand motions as they signed.

“Lack of names?” Dogaressa questioned.

“They don’t seem to have a concept of names, nor a grasp on this language,” Grillby explained.

“But you can understand them?” Dogamy pressed him.

“Yes, but not when they talk fast,”

The dog couple looked thoughtful “Where are they’re parents?” Dogamy asked.

“I’ll ask,” Grillby turned back to the children, after gaining their attention he asked “Do you know what parents are?” the boys shook their heads “Okay, is there someone who looked after you?


Grillby frowned, before relaying what had been said to the dogs.

Dogaressa frowned “Grillby, I know this is asking a lot, but will you take care of them? I don’t mind if you say no, but I don’t think it’ll work out if they stay here. We can’t understand a word of what they say,”

Grillby blinked in surprise at the request. He looked at the two small skeleton children, feeling himself smile; for some reason they reminded him of an old friend he had once had. He was probably going to regret this decision “I’ll look after them for as long as it’s needed,”

The dogs beamed at him “We’ll defiantly help keep an eye on them!” Dogaressa grinned “We can also help you get the things you need for them,”

Grillby smiled back “Sure. I better get these two to their new home,” he beckoned to the children “Come on you two, you’re coming with me, okay?

The skeletons nodded, and Grillby reached down and took each of their hands in his own. After saying goodbye to the dogs, Grillby made his way back to his bar, the two skeleton children gripping tightly to his hands.

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Grillby led the skeletons to his bar, which also served as his home. The back area of the bar had a large kitchen (which he needed to make food for his customers) which was attached to a dining area for himself that also served as a living space. There was also a small storage room. There was a small upstairs area that contained a bedroom and a bathroom (mostly unused due to Grillby being a fire elemental, but it made a good storage area when he needed extra space).

The two children stayed quiet as they followed him, watching their surroundings with interest. Grillby led them into the living space.

Are you two hungry? I can get you something to eat if you are,” Grillby signed to the skeletons “I will also see if I can get some better clothes for you, those are much too big,

we ate at the other monster’s house,” the smaller skeleton replied.


Grillby smiled at them “Well then, you two wait here and I will see if I can find any clothes that will fit. I’m pretty sure that I have some of Fuku’s old clothes,

The skeletons nodded and Grillby went upstairs. He searched through some of the old boxes before finding a few suitable children’s clothes. There weren’t many since he only had a few items that Fuku had left behind when she had stayed with him when she was younger and had never asked for back (she had ‘accidently’ left the clothes that she disliked, but her parents thought were cute on the young flame; mostly strangely patterned, hand knitted sweaters). He picked out two sweaters and two pairs of trousers. They weren’t great, but they would suffice until he could get more suitable clothes for the skeletons and they were at least better than what the children were currently wearing.

Grillby went back downstairs and smiled as he saw the two skeletons curled up together on the small sofa. They seemed to have fallen asleep. Grillby found a blanket to drape over them; there was no point waking the two of them now. They were obviously tired and could wait until morning to change clothes.

Grillby settled himself on the floor next to the sofa, deciding to stay near the children in case they woke and wanted him for some reason. He also decided that he would shut the bar for the next day to get the skeletons settled in. And maybe get some names for the two of them; it was hard to think of them as ‘the larger skeleton’ and ‘the smaller skeleton’ after all.

Grillby’s eyes closed and he leant back into the sofa. He was tired; it had been a long day. He soon fell into a deep sleep.




The larger skeleton child woke up to a faint amber glow. He turned his head to see the strange monster that could speak normally to the two skeletons. Or at least he could understand and speak to them, even if his signs were a little basic. The monster seemed to be asleep.

The skeleton tried to sit up, but a pressure on his chest stopped him. The smaller skeleton was leaning on him, also asleep. The larger skeleton sighed. He was probably going to be trapped for awhile. He decided to look around the room. It was a lot more basic than the rooms in the other monster’s house, although it still had a pleasant homely feel to it.

A soft noise and movement from the monster on the floor told the skeleton that the monster had woken up. The monster looked around and saw that the skeleton was awake.

Good morning,” he signed sleepily to the skeleton.

OH, UM, GOOD MORNING?” the skeleton replied hesitantly, it felt like the right thing to say even if he wasn’t sure.

The monster stood, stretching. The light he emitted became slightly brighter “Would you like some breakfast?

The skeleton looked confused “BREAKFAST? WHAT IS BREAKFAST?

Grillby blinked, not expecting the question “It is the meal you eat at the start of the day. Each meal in the day has a different name. Breakfast is eaten in the morning, Lunch around midday, and Dinner in the evening,” he explained.

The skeleton frowned up at Grillby from his position on the sofa “OKAY. THAT’S A BIT ODD IF YOU ASK ME… BUT I THINK I WOULD LIKE TO EAT SOMETHING,

Grillby smiled at him “Would you like me to move him?” Grillby indicated the smaller skeleton that trapped the larger one “It would be difficult for you to eat with him there,

The skeleton nodded, and Grillby carefully lifted the small skeleton into his arms. The larger skeleton hopped off the sofa and Grillby lay the sleeping skeleton back down.

I really need something to call the two of you by,” Grillby told the skeleton “Do you mind if I give you a name?


Well, your case is a bit odd. Most monsters are named by their parents, but if you are happy with it, I can find names for the two of you,


Grillby was surprised “I suppose that would work. I seem to remember that skeleton monsters are named after fonts. There may be a book in the library that would help you find names for each other,


A place where many books are kept. The books can be taken out by a monster to read at home if they wish. Do you know what a book is?


Grillby’s face lit up in his imitation of an embarrassed blush as he realised that he hadn’t told the children his name “…Most monsters call me Grillby,


Grillby turned to see the smaller skeleton monster sitting up, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eye sockets.

Ah, good morning. Sleep well?” Grillby asked.

i guess,


Grillby smiled at the larger skeleton’s excitement. He turned to the smaller skeleton, expecting him to ask what a library was, but the skeleton just blinked and nodded.

We’ll do that today, but first let’s change your clothes and have some breakfast,” Grillby told the children. The small skeleton also didn’t ask what breakfast was. Grillby found it slightly odd, but he decided it probably didn’t matter.




After breakfast Grillby took the small skeletons to the library. The children looked much better in clothes that fitted them (or at least fitted them better than the sweaters they had been wearing). He had realised that neither of them had any shoes (how had he taken them home last night without realising?! It was a good job they were skeletons and as such resistant to the cold). He had resorted to covering their feet with several pairs of his own socks to protect their feet until he could get a hold on some children’s shoes.

The skeletons looked around excitedly as they entered the library. Grillby smiled at them, before making his way to the librarian’s desk.

The librarian was a small, light green lizard monster with large, square glasses. At Grillby’s approach, they sighed “Yes, we know the sign is spelled wrong,”

Grillby blinked “Is it?” the librarian scowled at him “Uh, anyway, that’s not what I was going to say. Do you have any books on different fonts?”

The librarian glowered at him, before pushing their glasses up their snout “There should be a book in that set of shelves,” they pointed towards a far shelf.

Grillby gave them a weak smile “Thank you,”

He led the skeletons over to the shelf and peered at the books. After a couple of minutes of searching he pulled a small book of the shelf “I think this is the book,” he walked over to one of the small tables “Should we have a look?

The skeletons peered at the book “you know we can’t read this, don’t you?” the smaller skeleton looked at Grillby with raised eyebrows (or at least what passed for it as a skeleton).

You can still look through it, each font looks different so you may be able to pick one out. I’ll tell you what it says,

I THINK THAT MAY WORK,” the larger skeleton said rather dubiously.

The three of them sat down and Grillby flicked through the book, the skeletons peering over to look at each font.

A short time passed before the larger skeleton pointed to one of them “WHAT IS THIS ONE?

Grillby looked at the text the skeleton had pointed at “That one is ‘Comic Sans’. Do you think that would suit you?

The skeleton shook his head “NOT ME, HIM!” he pointed to the smaller skeleton.

huh?” the small skeleton looked hesitant “it’s a bit long,

WE CAN SHORTEN IT TO SANS,” the larger skeleton grinned “I THINK IT SUITS YOU!

The smaller skeleton shrank back, looking slightly cornered “uh, alright. sans it is, i guess…

Sans is a nice name,” Grillby smiled at the small skeleton.

Sans grinned up at him, a slight blue blush dusting his cheek bones “well i guess we’ll need a name for him now,” Sans prodded the larger skeleton in the side.

NYEH! SANS! STOP!” the larger skeleton complained.

Sans smirked, laughing. He turned back to the book “come on! let’s find a cool name!

A while later they found it.

Papyrus?” Grillby asked.

Sans nodded, beaming.

PAPYRUS! IT IS GREAT! I SHALL BE THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” the large skeleton, now Papyrus, cried enthusiastically, causing Grillby and Sans to grin broadly.

you’re already great, papyrus,” Sans laughed.

Grillby watched the children as they chattered away “You two are like brothers,

The skeletons looked at him “what are brothers?” Sans asked.

A brother is usually a male monster who shares the same parents as you. Monsters who are close may consider each other like siblings, in this case as brothers,” Grillby explained.

The skeletons looked at each other “I LIKE IT. SANS, YOU SHALL BE MY BROTHER FROM NOW ON!

Grillby smiled warmly as Sans blushed “sure thing, papyrus,

Alright, you two, should we head back now?” Grillby asked.

The skeletons smiled at him, and nodded. As Grillby stood, they each took one of his hands. He felt warmth blossom in his chest as the two children pulled him along giggling. He had long since forgotten the joy of having children around him, and he decided that he would do his best to keep Sans and Papyrus safe and happy for as long as they needed him.

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Sans and Papyrus were quickly becoming accustomed to life at Grillby’s. The two skeletal children got on well with their fiery guardian and enjoyed the regular visits of Dogamy and Dogaressa.

Grillby had also begun to teach Sans and Papyrus the language of the underground. The two skeletons were becoming better at understanding the language when it was spoken to them. Grillby usually spoke to them in the common language whilst signing in Wing-dings which seemed to help the two skeletons pick up the language faster.

Papyrus seemed to excel at learning the spoken language and was soon conversing mostly in the common language, although he did tend to sign along in Wing-dings when he was unsure of how to say a certain sentence or how to pronounce a word.

Sans on the other hand, was struggling. He seemed to understand the language as it was spoken, but seemed unable to speak it himself. It wasn’t that he couldn’t remember the words when he tried to speak, it was just that he couldn’t produce the sounds of the common language, any word that he managed was heavily accented with the odd static sounds of Wing-dings.

Needless to say, he was frustrated. He just didn’t seem able to be able to get his voice to say the words. It wasn’t helping that Papyrus seemed to pick it up with hardly any effort, and had tried to explain to Sans how easy it was, if he just tried. Sans had stormed off. Sometimes Papyrus really didn’t get that sometimes others would struggle on things he found easy, even if it was Sans struggling.

Currently Papyrus was trying to get Sans to stop hiding under the covers of Grillby’s bed and come down for dinner. This was made difficult by the fact that Sans was pointedly ignoring the larger skeleton.

SANS! COME ON! GRILLBY IS WAITING FOR US!” Papyrus realised that speaking in Wing-dings would probably get a better response out of Sans than using the common language, even if he wasn’t sure why Sans was so bothered. Sans knew the words of the common language after all.

Sans refused to even look at the other skeleton. He was usually a very relaxed individual, but when he wanted to be he could be extremely stubborn. Papyrus realised that his brother was going to be as difficult as he possibly could be.


Sans turned and glowered at Papyrus briefly, before looking away again. Well, that was an improvement, Papyrus thought. He really didn’t understand why Sans was so upset. A knock on the door made Papyrus look up; Grillby stood in the doorway, smiling faintly.

I’ll talk to Sans, Papyrus. Why don’t you go downstairs and set the table for me?” Grillby signed to the larger skeleton in Wing-dings.


Grillby inwardly groaned “Please Papyrus?


Well, that was adding fuel to the fire, Grillby thought (Sans would have found that phrase amusing coming from Grillby. Grillby decided to try and use it at a later date, when Sans wasn’t so irritable). It seemed Papyrus thought so too, since he suddenly turned and all but fled out of the room as Sans glared daggers at him.

Grillby sighed before sitting on the bed next to the hidden smaller skeleton. All that could really be seen of Sans at that moment were a couple of glowing eyelights. He was radiating annoyance.

I am guessing you are annoyed that you are having trouble with speaking the common language?” Grillby asked “And that Papyrus’ comment really didn’t help matters,

Sans eyelights faded, leaving a slightly ominous feeling in Grillby’s soul. Then Sans sighed and his eyelights flickered back into existence.

he just doesn’t get it. i am trying. i… i just can’t do it!” Sans’ voice sounded a little rough, like he was on the edge of tears.

I know you are trying hard, Sans. Papyrus just picked up speaking the common language much more easily than you. He probably doesn’t understand that you are finding it difficult to form the words he took to so quickly,” Grillby scooped the bundle of blankets that was Sans into his arms. Sans clutched at his shirt.

… i… just don’t…” Sans voice was very quiet, tight and uneven with suppressed tears “i… just… can’t get it!

Grillby hugged the small skeleton tightly.

I…” Grillby looked up to see that Papyrus had returned “I REALLY HAD NO IDEA THAT YOU WERE FINDING IT SO HARD!” Papyrus looked guiltily at his brother “I AM SORRY I DIDN’T UNDERSTAND, SANS. CAN I HELP YOU WITH IT?

Sans sighed “you know that won’t help since it hasn’t helped yet anyway. you’ve been with me most of the time. i’m just going to have to figure it out on my own, but thanks for offering, paps,


Grillby smiled, it seemed that the two skeletons had made up, even if Papyrus seemed disappointed in the outcome.

“Alright, now that that is sorted out, let’s go have some dinner,” Grillby smiled at the children, now speaking in the common language.

“YES, THAT SOUNDS GOOD! HURRY UP, SANS!” Papyrus grinned, matching his spoken language with Grillby. He looked at Sans expectantly.

Sans grimaced at the change “c… coming, Papyrus,” Sans scowled as his voice betrayed him again (his hands had also been twitching as he tried not to sign in Wing-dings), but Papyrus smiled at him and held out his hand for Sans to take.


Sans smiled at his brother, it really was too hard to stay angry at him for long.