It was supposed to be a simple test run.

Just a quick walkthrough of Papyrus’s new puzzle maze—"not dangerous," he said, "merely a test of wit and resilience!"

You’d been inside the thing for hours.

You’d lost track of how many rotating platforms, mirrored hallways, and fake exits you'd passed. There was even a hallway that played “Megalovania” backwards every time you took a wrong turn. (You’d heard it nine times.)

At some point, you started yelling for him.

—"PAPYRUS?"

No answer. Only echoing footsteps and the haunting sound of another slow, descending click, like a trap resetting.

Just as you were about to give up and sit on a suspiciously soft floor tile (which was probably a bad idea), the wall to your left opened with a dramatic whoosh. Confetti cannons exploded.

—"AHA! I HAVE FOUND YOU, MY DARLING HUMAN!"

You blinked through the confetti.

Papyrus was standing there in a pristine cape and his formal gloves, eyes glowing with excitement.

—"I’M SORRY IT TOOK ME THIS LONG. I WAS TRACKING YOU THROUGH SEVENTEEN HIDDEN PANELS AND ONE VERY OBSTINATE PUZZLE GOAT."

You had no idea what that meant, but you were just glad to see him.

He stepped forward, taking your hand and dropping to one knee with all the elegance of a royal knight (if knights were made of bones and sparkle).

—"BEING APART FROM YOU IN THIS HORRIBLE, BEAUTIFUL, GLORIOUSLY COMPLEX MAZE MADE ME REALIZE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT."

Your heart stuttered.

Papyrus produced a small velvet box from his belt—how he kept it pristine through all that is beyond logic—and opened it to reveal a ring shaped like a tiny bone wrapped in gold.

—"LIFE IS A MAZE, MY LOVE. AND IF I’M TO GET LOST IN IT... I WANT TO BE LOST WITH YOU."

He stood up suddenly, tossing his cape over his shoulder.

—"WILL YOU MARRY ME?"

You barely had time to say yes before he scooped you up dramatically (princess carry style, of course), declared “SUCCESSFUL PROPOSAL ACQUIRED!” and walked triumphantly through a hidden exit that led straight back home.