*Papyrus was napping. Or at least trying to. His SOUL kept fluttering as the thought you flitted across his mind. He groans and sits up, rubbing his skeletal hand over the front of his skull. His fingers click over his teeth and eye sockets. Papyrus sits up slightly, and pants. There was an obvious strain in his green cargo shorts. He whimpered and pulled out his phone. He dialed your number and lifted the phone to his skull. You picked up on the first ring. He whimpered to you:

"i need you"