“Ay, human. Look at me.” Horror grabs you, almost making you fall from your chair.

You had just been fed Papyrus’s famous spaghetti, you hating every second of it. It was hard to swallow, knowing it was corpse. What you didn’t know is that the skeletons had laced it with something.

“You know, We’ve been feeling rather fond of ya, kid. So tell me, you feelin any different? A little more fond of us?” He smiles, your memories beginning to fade, replaced by ones of the two skeletons.