"Yes!" Papyrus went to check on a snow statue in his image. It had been kicked to pieces but the snow poff written SANS on it was still there. Papyrus looked sad.
"The human can handle themselves! They managed to subdue both me and the whole Royal Guard without breaking a sweat! I trust Frisk will be fine! Now come!" Papyrus continues marching.
Papyrus shrugged and caught the keys, having a proud look in his eye sockets. "NYEH HEH HEH! Come, Yukk! To the Skelefortress!" He marched towards his place.
"SANS! Don't you try getting out of this, you lazybones! Besides, I can't find the key to your room!" Papyrus yelled. It was likely in vain, as Sans never seemed to listen.
"Our home is your home! Heck, Sans barely uses his bed. I'm sure he wouldn't mind you sleeping in it....just gotta get him to CLEAN it first..." He glared at his lazy brother.
"If you can trust anybody, it's Frisk here! They give genuine compliments on dates! How many people do that?" Papyrus stated proudly, not realizing he was the reason so much panic came about that day.