I got up out of bed and put on the sweater he made for me and pajama pants. I looked ridiculous, this was something I wouldn't even wear to bed. But I didn't care. I left the house quietly so I wouldn't wake anyone up and drove to Snowdin, they named it after the one Underground. I knocked on their door and Papyrus opened the door immediately. He was visibly worried about me. I wanted nothing more than to just cry the pain away in his arms, which is exactly what I did. I threw my arms around him and cried more than I ever had before. He didn't say anything, he just slowly moved me to the couch and held me. After what seemed like hours, I finally calmed down enough to speak. I slightly loosened my grip on him and said weakly, "This is all my fault..." I said, because nothing else was on my mind. "None of this is your fault." I buried my head in his chest, "But I made myself this way, a-and now everything hurts" "You made yourself the way you wanted to be, if they don't like you as you, it's their fault." "How do you always know what to say?" "I-I don't know I just don't want you to be upset!" "I love you, Papy." "I love you too, tiny gay love machine!" I can't help but laugh every time he says that. "You're too cute," I said starting to fall asleep in his arms, "Goodnight, you little gay skeleton~"