*...

Frisk: 'Don't be like that, come on, it was quick.'

*...I guess.

Frisk: "Great, now do your whole...I moved onward schtick."

*...You move onward. You pass puzzles already completed, puzzles abandoned... illegible chicken scratches on paper. i-

Frisk: "ICE PUZZLES!"

*...That. But no matter what, You move onward. You even manage to get through the dangerous snow puff biome. And-

*...A dog emerges from the snow puff.

Frisk: 'Sweet, a fight! Let's-"

*We won.

*You earned 80 XP and 60 gold.

Frisk: 'H-hey don't just take control of my body like that. I wanted to have fun beating it up.'

*Which is why I eliminated it. There is no point in dragging out its inevitable end.

Frisk: 'Hmm, I'm gonna need to teach you how to not be such a party pooper. At least wait until the battle screen shows up before killing it, I like clicking buttons."

*...You move onward.

*Steadily you begin crossing a long bridge, only for a voice to stop you halfway.

Papyrus: "HALT HUMAN. I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, HAVE COME TO A REALIZATION ABOUT YOU."

Frisk: "And what would that be long bones?"

Papyrus: "THAT YOU HUMAN ARE A VERY, VERY...LONELY PERSON."

Frisk: "What?

*What?

sans: "what do you mean there's no pizza? You're an ice cream guy, of course you have pizza! ...oh...oh sorry. yeah, I'll uh...hang up. so yeah paps nice cream guy moved places because of the...situation. So no ice cream pizza for us."

[of]Papyrus: "WHAT? BUT THOSE COME WITH THE-" [all]

sans: "the dino toys, i know. but it ain't happening...we could try grillby's though."

Papyrus: "YOU KNOW THEIR BURGERS ARE TOO GREASY SANS. I'LL JUST HAVE TO MAKE SOME OF MY LEGENDARY SPAGHE-"

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sans: "we're out of pasta bro."

Papyrus: "Ah...this is...troublesome to say the least."

Frisk: "Okay excuse me BUT weren't we having like...a moment?"

Papyrus: "OH RIGHT, YOUR LONELY."

*...

Frisk: "...Continue."

sans: "nah, that's it."

Papyrus: "YUP! WAIT, NO! SANS WE'RE SUPPOSED TO INVITE THEM FOR DINNER AFTER I EXPLAIN TO THEM WHY THEY'RE LONELY!"

sans: "...right."

Papyrus: "SIGH. LOOK HUMAN, THROUGHOUT THIS DAY I'VE NOTICED...PUZZLING EMOTIONS. OF WANTING TO BE NOTICED BUT FEELING IGNORED, OF TRYING TO BE BIGGER THAN YOU REALLY ARE, OF...OF FEAR. OF BEING SCARED OF WHAT STANDS BEFORE YOU. ALL THESE FEELINGS...THAT'S HOW YOU FEEL, DON'T YOU?"

*...

Frisk: "..."

Papyrus: "IT'S NO WONDER YOU ACT SO COLD, YOU THINK THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU ARE JUST AS BAD! WELL, I THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL SHOW YOU THE GOOD SIDE OF US MONSTERS. IN THE ULTIMATE PUZZLE, THE PUZZLE OF FRIENDSH-"

*You hold out the Spaghetti you'd obtained.

Papyrus: "S-SANS LOOK! THE HUMAN TOOK MY SPAGHETTI! I TOLD YOU THAT THEY-"

*And you chuck it to the forest below.

Papyrus: "Oh...."

sans: "...i think they're just a jerk pap."

Papyrus: "AH...WELL, IT'S NO BIGGIE. I MEAN, I'D NEED TO CAPTURE THEM ANYWAY. IT...WAS PROBABLY A STUPID IDEA TO TRY TO BEFRIEND THEM. I MEAN, THEY ARE A HUMAN AND UNDYNE-"

sans: "nah. ain't nothing wrong with making friends paps! your heart was in the right place...just...not in the right person."

Papyrus: "I GUESS...."

sans: "hey, y'know what pap? ice cream guy may not be in snowdin, but they are in hotland. if i go and then come back quickly i'm sure i can bring it here before it melts."

Papyrus: "I DON'T KNOW SANS, HOTLAND IS PRETTY FAR FR-"

sans: "i'll ask for the pink pterodactyl to complete your set."

Papyrus: "FINALLY, MY RAINBOW PTERODACTYL COLLECTION WILL BE COMPLETE! THANKS SANS!!!"

sans: "your welcome bro."

Papyrus: "AH, AND YOU HUMAN...WELL, I'M A BIT WORRIED...FOR YOU. BUT I'M SURE I'LL COME UP WITH A GREAT SOLUTION ONCE MY RIBCAGE IS FULL! NYEHEHEH...ow."

*Papyrus limps away.

*You cross the remaining portion of the bridge.

sans: "hmmm...in the end, i guess we still had a good time. even with your antics...heheh, we'd have a lot better time if you weren't around though."

Frisk: "Sounds like fighting words to me."

sans: "again? is that all you think about? hurting people? Ha, worst of all my gut is telling me you're gonna end up fighting my brother real soon. hmm, considering all that, here's some friendly advice. if you keep going the way you are now..."

Frisk: "..."

sans: "you're going to have a bad time-"

Frisk: "When."

sans: "...what?"

Frisk: "When am I going to have a bad time?"

sans: "...not the point kid."

Frisk: "Oh sorry, was that bad timing?"

sans: "i'm gonna blink out of existence now."

Frisk: "How ironic, it seems you're the one who had a bad time."

*But nobody listened.

Frisk: "Coward."

*...You move onward, to snowdin.