Prompt: Baby bones - Fluff

This was written mostly as a breather to serve in between all the angst.


"You hid this from me? You were... You were working for the demon all along..." His eyes were wide, unbelieving. How could this have happened? How could he not have noticed sooner?

But his voice strengthened with growing resolve "Now, you're going to die, traitor!"

Sans brandished the stick at his brother, extravagant sweeping included. Papyrus giggled at his dramatics but quickly schooled his face back into a neutral expression when his brother waved his stick again, remembering his lines.

"Alas, It was indeed so!" the small skeleton child yelled excitingly. "And I think it will be thy who faces their maker!"

Sans frowned, lowered his make-believe weapon a fraction. "The demons talks like that?"

Skeletons should not be able to pout, but somehow Papyrus made it work. "I shall speak how I like, mortal!"

He jumped forward, branch outstretched to poke Sans between the ribs. His brother quickly retreats, swinging his own stick to parry.

Their make-shift swords clashed against each other a few times, feet scuffling in the snow beneath them.

"Give it up!" Papyrus yelled when they broke apart again. "The forces of good will always triumph!"

"Uhm, Paps. You do know demons should probably not be considered forces of good, right?" Sans asked wearily, though there was a grin on his face.

His brother ignored him in favor of launching another attack. Sans brought his stick up in the nick of time, only for it to break in half on impact, leaving him quite defenseless.

"Nyehehe, See? Triumph!" Papyrus' smile was brighter than the most dazzling light Sans had ever witnessed.

"Alright, alright. I surrender." Sans raised his hands in defeat, heaving a fond sigh. "What happens now?"

"Now, thy shall be sentenced to..." Papyrus paused, casting his mind around for an appropriate punishment. "... doing the dishes for the rest of the week!"

Sans looked positively horrified at the idea. Sinking to his knees in the snow, he grabbed at where his heart would be, were he not a skeleton, and let out an undignified sound, eye sockets screwed shut in apparent agony. "Oh no! The horror. Have mercy, Lord."

Papyrus approached him, patted his head almost condescendingly. "Alright then... three days."

Sans cracked one eye, smirked at his little brother. "And you'll help?"

"Of course I will."

Sans grabbed his brother in an almost bone-crushing hug. "Thanks, bro. You're the coolest!"

Papyrus giggled, throwing his arms around him. "I know."


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