Orange Broken Bones

Welcome to UnderFell, Cinnamon/Puff

Meanwhile at the Fell home,

The house of black and red sleeps still and calm with growls of the husky right by Red's tangled sneaker lances and the mat that was too scuffed to read its "welcome" text. Clock ticks from side to side from the dial as the short skeleton kept a small shot of mustard in his hand. He kept checking his phone for his boss to call back from his important errand that he mentioned earlier. What was that again? Oh yeah, he needed someone "new" and it was one that Blue and Stretch just met the other few days. Red can roll his eyes dozens of times for those crappy meetings his boss and the others get up to, what's the point anyway? Better yet, after Edge hung up just after the first hour in Undertale, he asks Red to make sure the base room down the floor was clean and tidy with the lock chained towards his motorcycle keys. He wanted to ask of why that was a case, but his boss of a young brother was already on the line of anger enough so he dealt with it until it looked fine enough for a simple homeless peasant to stay. It's enough for them, it's enough for the captured. They WERE gonna use it for capturing any lurking humans but it didn't happen anyway so it took on a great opportunity for this important run-off. Whatever boss meant, Red could only say with a kid or just a plain answer with a scowl.

He looks over to his side after getting up from the couch to see his dark husky laying by the door, waiting for Edge to come home just as much as Red did. The short skeleton blinks and sighs for a short moment before using some of his red-souling magic to carefully move the dog out of the doorway in case the prey woke up and gave Edge a hard time. Even if he had a sleeping drug in their system, it was still a risky thing Fell citizens sometimes get. He kept visioning the creaks of the base floor doors opening up to reveal the darkness and only lights being one of red and yellow for the sake of being in a small space. Wonder how it's gonna go this time, Red thought to himself the minute he heard magic being used outside the house. Red almost trips on himself as he runs to the window to see his tall, dark and brave cunning boss of a younger brother coming towards the house with a humongous gaster blaster behind him, and it looked like it was carrying some of the victim's armor? or is it like a costume wear over at their AU? But now looking at the height of the captured monster in his boss's arms, they looked to be dead and cleaned from the dust regained back to its figured body shape and texture. The scarf covered their face and only their boney hand was hanging down with their legs dangling as Edge carried him. Red got the door unlocked and gives a wing ding translated signal that the downstairs was perfect, at least, enough for the captured monster. Nearly slamming the door, Edge brought the drugged skeleton inside. The husky barks out loud with a growl from the sudden noise but the sweet new scent of the new guy made him only stare with a threatening look towards him, unfamiliar with what their owner was holding in their arms. The taller tells the shorter to let the door be unlocked so he can rest down his victim and let the drug soothe their stress away once they awake into this new world of "silent hell" as some Fell monsters call it when in a state of only fleeing away from a fight.

Red stays quiet and only lets the door speak by its loud creaking and bang against the cement walls around it, making Edge cringe and accidentally cover Papyrus's head with the scarf. Edge wanted to bash Red the same way he did with the door against the wall, but not now maybe later. He paid close attention to his steps as darkness engulfs the two tall skeletons until Edge could find the light switch. Whenever Papyrus's body was start to slip from Edge's grasp, he'd perk him back up and rest the head on his shoulder where the cold metal shoulder pads rest under the cape. Red peeps his head around from behind Edge and tries to get a look at the victim's face that was lightly wrapped by the bright red scarf that his family might've given him. It's the same for all the classic Papyri and Swapped Sans'. A slight bright light shocked both skeletons and most of the room was revealed to be just plain and left behind like it was dead a long time ago. A hammock was hanging off by chains by a separate wall and enough space for a small run down just below it. The cement floor stayed barely except for a small single cubed power outlet and wooden table with a couple gowns that were just about down past the pelvis. A short to ribbed blanket laid back against the right chain of the hammock without any source of sewing up the holes or ever bringing it back to see the first days of pure silk. Papyrus lays peacefully down on the hammock, taking in the skeleton's weight just perfectly like he was nothing but a bean in a cub hole. Purple blush extends across Papyrus's sleeping face until a small bliss of wind went against him by the ripped blanket lightly laying on top of him. Edge asks for the key. From Red's memory, he told his boss that the key was attached to his motor keys for safe keeping, the gold one with the heavy crack on the dial. The coat stayed on the drugged skeleton and Red felt the need to let him "cool down" if he and Edge could rip it off him. His boss was nearly gonna rip the thought of his head and kept a tight finger against him to go back up for dinner. Red scoffs and looks back one more time at the victim resting down in the hammock. The poor bastard is gonna wake up to another hell from the one he was oroginally from. Edge looks back too, one more time at Papyrus resting down and waited till Red was up the steps.