"B-blood?"

"Yeah."

"W-what happened?"

"Wanna hear?"

I hesitantly nodded. A smile cracked to her lips.

---

"Hey sweetheart. Let's go to sleep?"

"Sure. I don't care,"

(Y/N) snuggled into the hug with Paperjam.

"So long as I'm with you."

He smiled down on her. They leaned in and were about to kiss when.

"Ink! Come down here it's beautiful!"

"Are those kiddos at it again?!"

"Yup!"

"I'm coming over too!"

The two teens snapped their heads to see Ink and Cross staring at them with dovey eyes and Error running down the stairs. Palette, Goth, Horror, and Chara leaned on the railing of the loft. Palette went on his tippy toes and whispered something to his lover. (Y/N) got pissed.

"What are ya'll whisperin' about?!"

Horror looked at her with a confused expression.

"Since when were you Irish?"

"Since JackSepticEye!"

Again, he looked clueless.

"You are so sad! How can you to know the green-haired Irish potato?!"

Horror shrugged and everyone chuckled. (Y/N) turned her attention back to Palette, who was-yet again-whispering to Goth.

"Palette what the fookin' ell' are ya saying?!"

He gave her a wide smirk.

"You sure you wanna know?"

"YES!"

He opened his mouth but Goth came over and pushed Palette's jaw shut. He struggled and squirmed, but his boyfriend was much stronger. Goth gave a nervous chuckle.

"What he said to me was...not age appropriate. Ignore him."

Palette grunted and continued to struggle, which led to him leaving to their bedroom.Everyone looked at each other before shrugging and returning to their rooms. (Y/N) laid on the bed first, she had already been in her sleeping clothes. Paperjam took off his shirt and replaced it with a baggy-er one. He slipped into the covers in his sweatpants he already had on. He felt (Y/N) shivering from the lack of heat. She had been quite ill with fever and flu, however it was strangely not contagious. He took her small waist and pulled his girlfriend closer. (Y/N) didn't even care, only wanting the warmth he provided. Sleep consumed the young couple.

---

"I-I don't g-get it."

"Don't get what?"

"W-where was t-the b-b-blood?"

"Soon."

---

An almost shadow-y figure stood by the window. Damn! Wasn't it SO convenient she was on the FIRST FLOOR? With ease, the figure broke the lock on the window and swooped in. He scouted the dark room. This was supposed to be easy! He thought. Seeing Paperjam's arm around her angered him. She was his and his ALONE. He would let the skeleton go this time. He still didn't know. That fool. The mark on her hand, it MUST still be there. He wondered if Chara still had his mark. Not paying attention and losing focus, he wandered out of the room to upstairs. By sniffing the smell that emitted from each room, Chara's scent filled his nose. He silently slipped into the room. OH COME ON! Chara was in the bed, his white hair a messily on his face. It was perfect, except for the SKELETON SPOONING HIM. These SKELETONS were messing with his TOYS. Dolls are supposed to stay STILL and PRETTY. The skeleton had blood-soaked bandages. Actually, he seems like a fun toy. I'll add him to my collection later, he thought. Pushing that away, he needed the toys he came here for. Carefully unwrapping the skeleton's arms, he took Chara into his arms. Once out of the room, he put the over the boy and tied his hands and ankles. Laying him on the couch, he went back for (Y/N). Doing the same to her, he got the skeleton off. The sibling shared the same treatment and Chara began to stir use as he was leaving his NOTE. He watched in amusement as Chara tried to get up, only to realize he couldn't. As his red eye widened in fear, he stood in front of him. Chara screamed into the tape only for it to sound like a whimper. His sister, the tape, the ropes, his torturer. The knife plunged into Chara's pale skin and he screamed in pain. A finger wiped off the dripping liquid and brought it to his lips. His blood was just as sweet as he remembered, maybe even sweeter. Chara's tears fell the the couch as he finally took out the knife. Bashing the handle of the knife on his skull, Chara black out.

---

"T-that's terrible."

"It didn't end there eighter."

"D-did you r-resist?"

"Of course."

"I-is that why.."

She stayed silent. I uncomfortably shifted.

"Yeah. It is."