Orange Broken Bones

How Edge Makes Friends

A darkened skeleton walked towards his bedroom door with a red bone covered with small drops of monster's fresh dust. It was only battle practice but nobody could defeat him in just one hit like he can. His long maroon-red cape nearly glides behind him and his heeled maroon heeled-boots clank against the floors of his home. While his older lazy pathetic brother held off at his station, the tall edgy skeleton walks about his bedroom; the dark greeting him and the scar on his right eye socket from an incident he would rather not remember. Though to spare his brother, he wasn't necessary. Scars in UnderFell are trophies left to tell the tales to the next generation for when their scars come from whatever hits them. He lets his red sharp bone waste away into thin air and a small drawer opens to reveal some of the dozens of Mettaton pictures from the public night club in Hotland. A small appointment letter from his Alphys about the waking antidote he ordered for a friend. By friend, I mean next victim. The only other reason UnderFell monsters don't order these poisons are for killing tactics or just for courses of medicine for specific illnesses, but it's rare to spare if you're in the Fell universe. Its container was filled with a transparent liquid with small pints of purple waft still swimming around. The skeleton looked at it and eyes rolled back until vision was back again forward. Filling the syringe with ease and careful placement does the chemicals of the ointment. His stern look never left his gaze and his heels kept clacking as soon as the needle was full. It's how friends are made in UnderFell: you make them by force until they meet the same strength as you to determine their rights with you. But for this round, Edge wanted to break things up a little bit.

A rough storm came upon Fell Snowdin and almost everyone stayed in place as they are used to the rough environment among themselves and other monsters. When Edge exits his home, no voices were heard unbothered to see his presence when they see the needle being put into a small cover-up glove compartment that most Royal Guardsmen carry for court evidence. He was the head of the Royal Guard alongside his best friend, by secret of a friendship covered to look as enemies, Captain Undyne. He's the famous strong monster to give Undyne's muscles a good PTSD episode when training one day: a new head was made that day. Edge couldn't be more proud of how much he come to ever since day one of fighting. Edge needed an extra part to the poison for his victim. Everyone couldn't imagine being the next victim; they all know everyone around does the same thing, but they still worry they'd be next in line. The needle showing gives them shivers while the looks of brave anger lurk in every pair of eyes who see it. The officers down the road made way for him, guardsmen having the right of way across the side walks. Edge took his route down a specific path before teleporting to the brutal pits of hell Hotland. He braces himself and his breezy ripped cape behind him in case he comes across the love in whom he hates to give away to any hand who wishes to touch that robot bod. It's the only reason why he comes here. Edge always hated when the Core gave off so much heat down here, but cannot complain from himself to the king. Not many monsters were in his tall sight but not till the lap doors were opened did some heads slightly turn as their eyes looked up.

Edge has been waiting for this moment for some time and he hasn't had the courage to show his sneaky sly stealth to steal someone and have something all the joyful carefree Papyri want. Everyone wants to dare to be a part on Edge's massive strength and protection, but only those with a clinging heart towards success and greatness shall they be on Edge's mind. Never has he ever tried this technique before. Edge was picky on who he wants to claim his own, but this time...in another AU, he has finally found one himself, not the other way around. He had his eye on them for a little while and watched their soul become broken down till the point it bled juice. For something as surprising as it is to see, Edge felt something that not all of the Fell universes feel everyday.

Sympathy and loss.

That broken monster, the one who should've been like blue but like having the orange build. Edge didn't like it, and he shouldn't be able to feel this way. He's seen enough and this specific monster in particular is what he needed for the team. Not their sibling, best friend, ice cream parlor employee, THEMSELVES specifically. It's never often you'd see the technique used as to not knowing if the monster is your type of compatible companion, in Fell universes at least. That only made his training of stealth stronger and nobody outside of Fell was gonna get out. It'd be so much easier than doing any monster in the Fell universe. They'll be like the mouse of a great coma after the mouse trap got to them so many times. What magic did this monster perform that made Edge want to feel as though they need him more than ever, or anybody for that matter: but nobody could see through such a beautiful mask such as theirs. It's just something Edge was fond of and knows how fake it is; and he's gonna get this monster to sleep down and he shall see if they are worthy enough.....