“BROTHER, WE HAVE TO KEEP IT!!!” Papyrus pleads, picking up the puppy from the sides, cradling it in his arms. He had thought it was a cat, but after raiding a corpse for spaghetti ingredients, he had found the small pupper inside.

“PAPYRUS LOVES KITTIES!!!” He yells, scaring the puppy as he almost breaks his spine as he holds it. As much as psychological damage is funny to you, you didn’t want your brother to accidentally kill the thing and cry.