Papyrus: SANS.....
Sans: yea?
Papyrus: DO YOU HAVE FEELING THAT SOMEONE ELSE IS HERE...?
Sans: yea.
Papyrus: REALLY? WHO?
Sans: us.
Papyrus: THAT'S NOT HELPING!
Sans: and probably a few "100% safe" animatronics and a psycho purple serial killer who definitly wants to give us a violet death.
Papyrus: SHUSH SANS!
Sans: why? ya hear somethin'?
Papyrus: NO! I JUST WANTED TO STOP YOU MAKING PUNS BEFORE YOU GET OUT OF CONTROL.
Sans: oh ok.
Sans: hey, you seem a bit blue papyrus.
Papyrus: SANS!
Sans: cool your jets bro, you're red hot.
Papyrus: SANS! THAT'S NOT HELPING US IN THE SLIGHTEST!
Sans: *laughs*
Creak......
Sans: uh... paps? did'ya hear that?
Papyrus: Y-YEA..
Creak... creak... creak...
Papyrus: MAYBE SOMEONE WANTS TO GREET THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND HIS NOT-SO-GREAT BROTHER. OR WANTS TO SELL US SOME OF THEIR GREAT TREASURE.
Sans: maybe it'd be a better idea to leave.
Papyrus: NONESENSE! IF SOMEONE WANTS AN AUTOGRAPH, THEN THEY SHALL HAVE ONE!
Sans: you're right. it'd be better to stay and have a high risk getting autographs from crazy fangirls.
Papyrus: YOU'RE RIGHT, BROTHER!
Sans: me? right? ya kiddin' me.
Papyrus: OH, WHAT AM I SAYING? YOU'RE ABSOLUTELY WRONG AS USUAL! I'M JUST TAKING YOUR ADVICE!
Sans: let's leave.
Phantom Freddy [whispers to Springtrap]: Boss... I think they're on to us.
Footsteps gradually get loader while the skele-bros walk faster.
Sans: we aren't interested into whatever you're sellin'.
They both ran into Mike's office and close the doors behind them.
Papyrus: SANS?
Sans: yea?
Papyrus: DO THINK THAT PERSON CHASING US WAS THAT PURPLE HUMAN YOU MENTIONED?
Sans: don't know.
Mike: Hey! What are you two weird skeletons doing here? Employees only, get out.
Papyrus: WE ARE SORRY HUMAN.
Mike: Whatever. Now stay out!
Sans: maybe we should give up. maybe give that kid a call, ya know? uh, frisk i think was their name.
Papyrus: NOW HOLD ON SANS. WE ARE NOT GIVING UP THIS EASILY, FOR I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!
Papyrus: HUMAN! WE REQUIRE YOUR ATTENTION.
Mike [annoyed]: What do you want?
Papyrus: WE WANT TO LET YOU KNOW THAT WE ARE INDEED EMPLOYEED!
Mike: By who? The Spooky Scary Skeleton crew?
Sans: now this kid has some humor in em'.
Mike: Continue.
Papyrus: I AM A 5-STAR MASTER CHEF!
Sans: and i clean the dishes.
Papyrus: SANS! YOU NEVER DO!
Sans: jeez paps.. don't need to dish me.
Papyrus: SANS!
Footsteps get louder.
Mike: Alright fine. *lets Papyrus and Sans back in the office*
Papyrus: OH, THANK YOU HUMAN!
Mike: You're welcome.
Purple Guy: Alright, whoever's making puns around here better CUT IT OUT!
Sans: hypocrite.
Purple Guy: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!
Sans: hypocrite. you do realize you made a pun, right?
Purple Guy: I did?!
Sans: *points at knife* yea, ya did.
Springtrap: But just remember this: I always come back!
Circus Baby: Daddy?
Springtrap: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
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Sorry, just couldn't resist! Btw, this is another suggestion by the creative woodcomics.
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An Animatronic's Guide to Annoying Your Friends and Making the Readers Laugh
RandomThis is just a simple book with every Five Nights at Freddy's animatronic you can think of, also including me, my sister, Mike, Purple Guy, aka, William Afton, and other random people/things, having multiple conversations that will (hopefully) make...
