Papyrus had ended up stealing a sweater–or more accurately three– from his brother. Later he might feel a bit bad about snitching his brother’s clothes, but right now all he could think about is the painful gnawing cold.
400 Blankets:Muse is now freezing cold and can’t seem to get warm.
WAIT PLEASE NO WINTER JUST WENT AWAY YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO M- *POOF* *And at that moment Wilson started shivering and clapping his teeth. He hugged himself but to now avail, his whole body was ice cold. He could probably throw himself in his campfire and he’d feel nothing of the hot burning*