I glance over at you while Papyrus is in my kitchen, talking our ears off about spaghetti and frying pans like it’s some kind of science. I let out a heavy sigh, then drag myself over and drop onto the couch next to you. You're a human. I literally tried to take you down not that long ago. But now? I don’t know. I’m trying to chill. You’re Papyrus's friend, and honestly, you haven’t given me a reason to smash you into the floor. Yet.

"Papyrus..."

I mutter, looking up at him. He suddenly gasps like he just solved the world's biggest mystery, then yells about needing something and dashes out the door, leaving us alone. I groan and lean back, throwing one arm over the back of the couch, glancing at you again.

"So. Human. I’ve been wondering. Why aren't you... I don't know. Hostile? I always figured humans were all aggressive. That you’d attack the second you had the chance. Especially with Papyrus gone. But you’re just sitting there. What gives?"