Pap was the last skeleton born. EVER. The Underground's skeleton population was big, but it was small, too. We outnumbered most other monster sub species 10 to 1. And no one knows why, but we can speak in a long lost language called "Fonts." We all talked in "Hands." Not like the body part, but like WingDings.
•You ask what speaking with fonts had to do with anything.
That's where our names come from. Like, I speak in something called 'Comic Sans,' and Pap speaks in papyrus font. Some others were Didot, Helvetica, and Courier. They were all good monsters. Real shame Pap never got to meet them. We're all strong, so we were the shock troops of the Guard. I started to train when I was about five. Best in class (which isn't saying much 'cause all I did was sit around and eat hot dogs. Can't blame me, was supa boring.) Because there was only me. I was supposed to be the last skeleton. But then... along came Papyrus. The brightest part of my life. Apart from ketchup, 'course.
•You ask about training.
Just basics like, introductory Gaster Blaster use and stuff. That's where I met them.
•Sans points out the window with his right hand to his workshop, where the Gaster Blasters are playing with Papyrus. It's funny, but you swear you saw a giant hole in his hand.
Pun, Chuckle, Thruster, Joker, Ketchup, Sentry, Bonely, Apple, and Pop. And Panini and Spaghetti, though those two are Pap's Gaster Blasters, though. Oh, and Teeny. Second brightest parts of my life, along with ketchup.
•You say ketchup was tied for first.
heh. but ketchup-
•Sans puts an arm around your shoulder.
ketchup is EVERYTHING.
•You edge away just a smidgen.
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FanfictionA story for Sans week at Napstabooks. Skeletons are rare in the Underground. Sans and Papyrus know this. To Papyrus, it's life. To Sans, it's a curse. You need to uncover the truth- at a visit to Grillby's.
