Papyrus grumbled to himself as he opened the front door to your shared home. It had been a long day at work and he wanted nothing more than to curl up with you by the fireplace with a good book and maybe a glass of wine

Since coming to the surface, things had been difficult, but he was thankful to have found you when he did. You were a source of light for him in a world filled with darkness.

“Starlight, are you home?”