Handplates

Best not look into it

Frisk peeked over the edge of the couch to make sure the two skeletons were asleep. After confirming mentally with themself they silently slid off one of papyrus's gloves, revealing the metal plate underneath that read simply '🕈︎♎︎♑︎📫︎📄︎◻︎'. Frowning Frisk slid the glove back onto his hand before reaching over to sans's which read '🕈︎♎︎♑︎📫︎📂︎⬧︎'. Frowning again they places sans's hand back in his pocked and stared at the two brothers, completely and utterly confused.

"WHAT?!?!" Yelled Papyrus in alarm, making Sans spit out his ketchup onto the floor. "HUMAN!!! THOSE ARE PRIVATE!!! HOW DID YOU EVER SEE THEM, MY DEFENSES WERE IMPREGNABLE!! HOW DID YOU DO SUCH A THING!!" "NO THEY'RE NOT A SKELETON THING! OR A MONSTER THING! THEY'RE... UGH!" Papyrus groaned, at an utter loss for words. "Jeez kid, you're not real good at privacy, are you?" Sans asked, teleporting over and wiping a dribble of ketchup from his mouth. "We got our reasons for keeping 'em to ourselves." he continued. "YES!!!!" Papyrus agreed. "VERY GOOD, COMPLEX, INCONTROVERTIBLE REASONS!! THAT ANYONE COULD UNDERSTAND!!" he continued, putting his face in his hands and shaking his head. "LIKE WHAT? UH..." Papyrus asked, trailing of at frisks question. "I JUST DON'T LIKE LOOKING AT IT! THAT'S WHY!" he blurted. "IT JUST MAKES ME FEEL LIKE..." Papyrus said, frowning (I don't even know how) "I'M... FORGETTING SOMETHING..." he continued, rubbing his hands self consciously. "SOMETHING... IMPORTANT." Sans took that moment to intervene suddenly. "Meh, some things are better off forgotten." he said shrugging, a faint blue glow coming from his left eye. "But not that spaghetti, huh? How's it comin' along?" he continued, a slight edge to his voice. "OH! RIGHT!" Papyrus exclaimed, remembering the spaghetti on the stove. "I NEED TO TURN THE HEAT UP!"