"Look at that wound!"

Your father, Sans, said as he bandaged your small, skeletal arm. Well, he's a nice and liberal father, but there were some rules... and one of them was not to go to the ruins alone, but out of curiosity you disobeyed him and got hurt, Sans looked at you with disappointment, but with a hint of pity.

"Now do you understand why you shouldn't go there? You're too small, it's dangerous!!"

Swap said, half-panicked. Papyrus, your uncle, on the other hand, was sitting on a chair staring at the scene with a lazy face