"BROTHER! I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE LIBRARY, AND LOOK!" Papyrus shouted, holding a book in the air as if it was the holy grail.
It was boldly titled "Kids: The what and how" by 'an annoying dog.'
Revolutionary - The sight before him was not.
"BROTHER?! WHY IS BUG LYING DOWN ON THE FLOOR?!"
Like a corpse, head down, arms spaced out wide, luxuriating in the texture.
"I dunno, she likes it I guess." Sans shrugged, "Anyway, what does that book say?"
"AHEM, I AM GLAD YOU ASKED!"
Suddenly, Papyrus pulled a pair of very cool, very epic reading glasses out of thin air.
Cause they looked cool. Well, anything on him looked cool.
"FIRST! WE MUST MAKE SURE THE BABY IS AWAY FROM HARMFUL OBJECTS."
Papyrus then carefully surveyed his surroundings, his eyes landing on a stinky sock.
"SANS. PICK UP YOUR SOCK!"
"Nah, its too far! And I bet Bug doesn't mind."
Bug raised her head and glanced at the thing, her nose wrinkling slightly in very clear distaste.
"See? She doesn't mind at all."
"OF COURSE SHE DOES! A CHILD HAS MORE COMMON SENSE THAN YOU BROTHER."
Sans held his ribs, as if struck by a blade.
"Ouch bro, its just a sock. I always clean up a skele-ton."
"BROTHER-"
"Its okay Paps, nothing gets under my skin, and I got a thick skull – So-"
"UGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE-!"
As the two continued to banter in the background, Bug realized something.
'I need to practice speech, and hard letters sound like a lot of work… Why not practice a bit? Its not like I can be even more embarrassed anyway.'
"S...Su...So…"
She slowly started to hiss, her throat crackling as a bit of pain could be felt.
"Nh." She groaned in annoyance, listening to the brother's argue. In particular, trying to figure out how they pronounced their words.
'So fucking annoying.' Bug swore, eyes crackling with a dozen different shades as she felt frustration fill her soul.
Static quietly filled the air, the playful brothers behind her drowning it out.
"SANS, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE CLEAN. UP. YOUR."
"Socks!" Bug finally said, visibly proud, a bead of sweat running down her forehead – the static lingering for just long enough to be noted by both.
Papyrus never wanted to hurt anyone...
But.
"BROTHER." He looked at Sans, eye glowing a bright orange.
Sans on the other hand absolutely lost it, wheezing as loud as a skeleton possibly could.
"BWHAHAHA! OH MY GOD!" He slapped his knee, rubbing away a tear that appeared in his socket, entirely unbothered by his brother looming over him.
"O-Oh man, Paps, sorry but, God I just can't help it! That's so good!"
"YOU ARE A TERRIBLE INFLUENCE BROTHER…" Papyrus sighed, but he wasn't really all that upset, still, he grabbed the sock with his magic and threw it at Sans' face.
"ANYWAYS! NEXT THING IS TO GET SOME DIAPERS, A PORTA POTTY AND-"
Bug's neck scraped as she tried to shout "no" but only a vague scratching noise came out, completely drowned by Papyrus.
It seems that learning one word was already too much, so since "socks" carried a negative connotation in this context...
"Socks! Socks!" Bug shouted and shook her head with a horrified look on her face. She waved her arms around in a panic, trying to communicate just how much that would never happen.
She would just say "socks" "instead of "no" for now.
"Uh bro, I'm going to go ahead and say that's a no from Bug."
"BUT BROTHER, THE BOOK…"
Sans sighed.
"Listen bro, Bug seems really clever right? We'll do things her way and see how things go."
'After all, it clearly understands what we're saying and is smart enough to be embarrassed to be treated like a baby. I guess its not a child after all, at least not too young of a child, maybe a teen.'
Sans' shoulders quietly relaxed, thankful they didn't just kidnap some poor kid.
They should probably tell Undyne or someone about that – after all, they had to find its parents.
Though Sans already knew they probably wouldn't find any.