The start to a long tail

The beginning

Papyrus was furiously pulled out of his sleep one night from the sound of something breaking outside. Too startled to go back to sleep, he decided to go investigate. Pulling his lazy, tired bones out of the covers and into his slippers, he stood up and grabbed his brothers old flashlight. Sighing before pulling the door open to go out in the snow.

It was pitch black aside from the area the flashlight shon on, but even the shadows were hard to see through, the snow glistened under it but that wasn't what he was focusing on in his half sleepy state, making it easier to spot a small wooden box that seemed to be carelessly thrown at his house. 'Damn delivery people', he thought to himself before checking the box for a postal stamp or address, nothing, this box was personally, carelessly delivered.

He muttered a swear before summoning a bone and using it as a crowbar to open the box, his mouth hanging open and his eyes narrowing at the contents. Eggs, small oval shaped eggs. Eggs with straw around them for warmth and a note beneath them addressed to him. Who in asgore scare throws fragile eggs at someone's house like that!?, but he stood there a few moments, realising the note itself was addressed in a bunch of symbols and shapes. Who sent this and how did he know how to read these symbols?, he just had so much on his mind to actually think straight now.

After a while of debating to take the eggs in or not, he made up his mind. Picking up the box, he walked inside and set it up in a bowl on a heating pack, not bothering to move the eggs from inside besides to pick up the letter. Taking notice the eggs were actually not hard, he made sure to be more careful. Watching them a moment before even thinking to sit down and read the note.

'Dear sans or papyrus

If your reading this, you've lost your brother. Don't worry, we're still alive, just merely forgotten.

Inside this box hold my last successful experiment, the species has been named 'lamina', there the first and last hybrid I managed to make, take care of them and record what you can, they might help you later on. I trust you as there breeder for now. They should be pretty straight forward to raise

Thank you and we'll meet again soon

Your dadster'

The handwriting in the note was messy but it was clear and ledgable if anyone could say the least. Papyrus let out a huff, looking at the eggs he let one sentence echo throughout his mind as he thought about what these 'lamina' would look like. Knowing he'd be stuck with them for quite a while now, but he didn't seem too bothered about that, and he himself didn't know why, he'd have to actually work his jobs and take care of things from eggs. But the idea itself left him confused, he'd have to work more, but he actually didn't feel like he would mind. His emotions were messed up but he only looked at the eggs and sighed. He knew what he had to do and he knew he was gonna do it.