"You're full of shit." Your friend had said the last time you spoke to them, talking about your best friend, Papyrus.

Everyone you knew was convinced you two were in denial. You didn't exactly blame them, though. This was your 4th sleepover this week.

Somehow, he'd convinced you to stay up with him at 2 in the morning. However you'd both gotten distracted, as he was now poking your cheeks, watching how you gave him a look. "hehe. it's not my fault you're squishy."