Papyrus was sitting down at one of the tables at a bar, a glass of whiskey in front of him. He never really enjoyed going to places like these, but somehow his brother, Sans convinced him to join him

An announcer spoke up, introducing you as you stood on stage, ready to sing for all the patrons at the bar. But the second Papyrus saw you, he stared at you, like he had a feeling he knew you from somewhere

Who were you? You looked vaguely familiar