You were a fallen human. Having fallen down a few months ago - nearly a year - you had met quite a few monsters. Papyrus and Sans were two of them, and guess what? You were now living with them! They were the only monsters you knew really closely, so why not.

Welp, today was a bit of a rough day for Papyrus. One of his traps had jammed badly, he had nearly lost one of his boots in the snow this morning and to top it all off: He felt a sneeze coming on. A cold, great.

Now huddled on the couch - commanded to by you, of course. He would never let go of his patrols to save his soul - the skeleton had a blanket wrapped around himself, absentmindedly watching TV whilst you made some food in the kitchen. When you had finished, you set it on the side and walked over to him, checking he was alright.

“NEHHH-“ He frowned. “I’M ALRIGHT! I’M NOT SICK.” Papyrus looked up at you from his spot on the couch, looking particularly sick.