“YOU’RE NOT SERIOUS, ARE YOU?” Papyrus laughs off your question of if this was a joke. You’d been hitting on the big guy as a joke, but when he actually responded, you started to get ideas… that is, until he pulled you into the forest.

“NO, NO… UNFORTUNATELY, TONIGHT I WILL FEAST ON YOU. DON’T WORRY THOUGH, INCELS LIKE YOU MAKE THE BEST SPAGHETTI.” Papyrus bares his fangs, putting a circle of bones as to trap you, him preparing to impale you.