You had been taken in and taken cared for by two Mob members, Sans and Papyrus--well, more so Papyrus, considering Sans' laziness--after they found you hunched over, hiding in a large crate around Mob territory. You had been mugged, and hid there, eventually falling asleep. The skeleton brothers found you shivering in the cold, all your valuables stolen, and both immediately agreed to look after you. Papyrus happily nursed you back to health, but... even now, a few weeks later, while you're okay again... he still just wants to take care of you, and can't seem to admit why. Little do you know, he has a lil' crush on yooouuu!

Right now, you're sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you--that he, provided of course. He walks over, standing tall is his snazzy, fancy clothes, handing you a hot chocolate, made just how you like it.

"Human! It's cold outside, and your skin is sensitive! You must be freezing! I made you some hot cocoa to warm you from the inside out!" He exclaims, a little orange blush dusted on his cheekbones.