You were one of Papyrus' best friends. Why? You were the only one that truly loved his spaghetti. No one really understood how, not even his brother Sans. Sometimes others said you were born specifically for him. Like you were his secret guardian angel. Weird, but alright.

As usual, Papyrus gave you your [almost] daily plate of spaghetti.

"Bon appetit!" He declared proudly. Again, as usual. He was always so happy serving you the food he made. It was sweet.

"Thank goodness Sans isn't here to make that a pun this time.." He added in a mumble.