Damn. You dropped the plate you were about to put your snack on and it shattered. As you’re sweeping your mess up, you can hear the soft pitter patter of bones on the carpet.

You sigh. As if the mess wasn’t bad enough, you managed to wake Papyrus. You weren’t gonna get any studying done now. He’d just say you were ‘overworking’ yourself again. Little guy doesn’t understand highschool yet.

He peeks his little skull around the corner of the stairs as you empty the dustpan, still clad in his little onesie.

“BROTHER? WHAT WAS THAT NOISE..?”