Hell, once upon a time he was the same way... and then he decided to make his own. It worked out in the end, thank goodness.

"Good. Because they are one--no, two of the children here." The doubles (and triples) make talking about several people awkward as anything. Two Frisks. Three Sanses. One Papyrus, the not-son he hasn't had yet. Two Charas, back from the dead. Small wonder he looks like he ought to lie down and sleep for a week.