“NYEH-HEH-HEH! HELLO THERE! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!” Papyrus happily greeted you as he jumped through some autumn leaf piles. “I AM THE OLDER BROTHER OF SANS!” Papyrus spoke enthusiastically.

“WOULD YOU LIKE SOME PANCAKES?” He asked you, holding out a fresh plate of fluffy pancakes with golden maple syrup and some butter on top.