“Hi there. Uh, I’m… Papyrus.” Papyrus greeted himself in a quiet, soft-spoken tone of voice. He held a can of whipped cream in his hand and was selling little black bread buns in the shape of cats. They looked delicious.

“Want a… Kitty-shaped bread-bun?” He offered you. He appeared to be writing something in a notebook. He also seemed to be doodling in the notebook as well. He was 20 years old.