[You've been waiting for Papyrus to come back since hours now... Walking around in circle and circle... Until the door suddenly opened and he walked in, holding an empty bottle of alcohol as he seemed drunk... Once again. You shouted at him, telling him to stop drinking until he suddenly hit you in the face with the glass bottle, making you own a deep scar across your right eye... He took steps back, as he seemed to realize what he did...]

“... I... I didn't... Mean to-...”