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Humility:
Sans was always one to never boast about the things he knew or what he could do. He had one HP and that was enough for him. His one Hope was to for Papyrus to achieve his dreams. He was the best brother Sans could ask for, and Sans did all he could to support for his little brother. He took many jobs that tired him out, paid all the bills, and gave Papyrus whatever he wanted. Papyrus’ room was decked out the way he wanted it, books, comics, action figures, a car bed, and a computer. Sans rarely spent anything on himself. He had his own mattress, and a computer, along with a small little desk that the computer sat on. The treadmill had been a gift from Undyne one year and Sans never really used it. But he let Papyrus use it whenever he wished, never once telling his brother ‘no’. Sans was grateful for what he had. The joke book Papyrus got him once, they physics book Alphys had given him, even the spaghetti that Papyrus made every night. He was glad that everyone was alive in this timeline. It was all he could ever really ask for.
Pride:
Papyrus was a very proud monster. He was a kind soul, but stubborn. He was always happy when he would get compliments and would boast whenever he could. He’d boast about his spaghetti, his brother, the human, training with Undyne and training for the royal guard. He was a skeleton with standards, don’t you know? He was proud with how clean he kept his house, and how he was able to get Sans to move a sock, even if it was an inch. Papyrus was proud of his bone attacks, so much so that he would get very angry when someone(or some-dog) messed it up. He was proud to be a sentry and took his job very seriously, recalibrating his favourite puzzles everyday. But the thing that Papyrus was proud of the most was Sans. He was proud to call him his big brother and he was proud to have such a smart, yet lazy brother, and he was all he could ever want or need in a brother.