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It was a very windy night in Hometown. The kind of night where the windows would blow open all by themselves and little droplets of rain would fly in. Papyrus had just finished locking all the windows while Sans went to bed early for the night. Suddenly, a knock could be heard on the door.
“Now who could that be at this hour?” Papyrus questioned to himself. He was a bit tired from doing his evening chores but you would never catch him admitting such a thing. As he wearily opened the door, he was surprised to find a human boy standing right in front of the door, blood stained his shirt as he refused to look up. Papyrus was shocked and horrified at the state of this child, but he didn’t know the first thing about caring for a human. So he called down someone who knew a little something about everything.
“SANS!” Papyrus yelled upstairs. After a few seconds of no response, Papyrus stormed upstairs and dragged Sans out of his room.
Sans wearily opened his eyes. “Huh? Yeah I’m up I’m up…” He said, still quite drowsy. Papyrus held his brother up in front of the door.
“There’s a small human out front!”
“So?”
“So?! Can’t you see he’s injured! We need to take care of him until his parents come by.”
“Do you even know how to take care of a human?”
“I bet I can take better care of him than you, lazybones!”
Sans shrugged “Alright fine. We can let the little guy stay over until his parents come get him.”
Papyrus threw his arms up in the air and cheered, Sans merely just unceremoniously dropped to the floor, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“So, what is your name, human?” Papyrus asked the boy, his gashes on his face being covered up with bandaids and disinfectant creams. The boy was completely silent. Papyrus rubbed his chin in thought.
“He isn’t much of a talker, is he.” Sans said from behind papyrus.
“Sans did you get that book from the library yet?” Papyrus yelled back to him.
“Sure have.” Sans said as he tossed Papyrus a book on human anthropology, which Papyrus easily caught.
“Thank you, brother!”
Papyrus furiously read through the book, looking at page to page. “How odd! Humans normally do have names! So why isn’t this small one telling us his?”
In response to Papyrus's question. The human boy began making certain gestures with his hands. It seemed random at first but it became much more clear the more the two brothers had watched him. It was sign language. Unfortunately neither of them knew it.
“Sans! I think we’re going to need another book!”