"Hmmm. I'm pretty sure it was you..." Papyrus tilts his head and scratches at his chin, examining Doc's face and hair for a moment. But unfortunately, Doc is right; they haven't really spoken. Frisk, Connie, J, a few others... Those he could recognize. But Doc?

"Oh my god, I don't know! Humans look too much alike!" He huffs, then sighs, and recounts his recollection. "I took a nap, and you woke me up, and... I think you said something about the music? J figured out, later, that it was doing something bad!"