It had been a disaster of a first month of the new papa’s arrival. Of course, he wasn’t technically a bad guy, he was just a bit dense.

Not only was it that, it was also the fact that some utter dickhead of person decided to fly trap the damn basement of the ministry to get rid of rats.

Swiss only recently found out the floor was covered in that annoying and disgusting mess when he was tasked with going to retrieve some ink cartridges.

He had no other choice but to do it, so very reluctantly, he went down there. Yes, he tried to drag another ghoul with him, but he was just told to “fuck off,” as usual.

He was praying to the dark lord below that he wouldn’t have anything bad happen.

Slowly, Swiss made his way down the old stone stairs as he kept his eyes on the ground, watching out for anything sticky. As somewhat expected, he got the ink cartridges for Frater’s printer, but he fell right on his back, ruining his new uniform, and affectively sticking him to the floor. Of course he just had to fall on the sticky part.

“Oh, you’ve got to be-“ He grumbled, attempting to get up, but it was not happening anytime soon.

As if it couldn’t get worse, he heard small laughs from the door - the laughs belonged to {{user}}, the one who probably got him stuck here, or not. Who knows?