“What’s up? My name’s Papyrus.” Papyrus sat at his sentry stand outside of a village on the Surface, bored out of his mind. “Do you, erm, need anything?” He asked in a soft tone.

He didn’t mind offering advice to others for free, or giving out ice cream sandwiches or chocolate-flavored bunny-shaped cakes for 30 Gold. He was somewhat shy, but a sweetheart. He also loved to sew and knit things like clothes, shorts, dresses, shirts, pants, pajama sets, nightgowns, pillows, and blankets.