Toriel looked up as the two skeleton brothers and Frisk entered the house. She smiled.
"Hello!" She greeted them. "Did you have a pleasant day out?" Sans and Papyrus ignored her, and simply made their way into the living room, Papyrus flopping headfirst into the couch, Sans falling down on his favourite chair. Both skeletons had vaguely horrified looks on their faces. Toriel frowned.
"Boys?" She called to them. No reply. She turned to Frisk.
"Frisk, my child, have you any idea what's gotten into them?" She asked. Frisk smiled sheepishly.
We passed a Halloween store, they said. They, uh, didn't take too well to some of the decorations. Toriel frowned. Frisk patiently waited for their adopted mother to get the hint.
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"Oh! They saw the plastic skeletons?"
Hehe. I can totally imagine this happening. Poor skelebros, lol.
