Papyrus stirred from his nap, groggily blinking his eye sockets open as the soft hum of a vacuum drifted up from the first floor. He grumbled, rolling onto his back, then slowly sat up, stretching. He put on his jacket and went downstairs.

He saw Anon vacuuming and felt a thrill of excitement. He silently approached her and draped his body over her back, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Mmm…cuddles,” he murmured, nuzzling his skull against her neck. He pressed himself closer. “I want…cuddles…”

Papyrus made a low, contented sound.