Ranboo was practicing something. He wasn’t the best at climbing wire, even though he was a borrower and did it often, and he decided he was going to fix that. He got his wire together, waited until it was nighttime so no humans would see him, and made a little rope from the top of the counter to the bottom. It took some effort, but he climbed all the way up. He threw his grapple up, smiling at the familiar thunking sound it made as it secured itself into the wood. He started climbed, but as always, something had to go wrong. He slipped, fell a bit, managed to grab it before he fell all the way back down, but got tangled up. Bad. He had bumped into a metal water bottle as he slipped too, which was sent over the edge, making an ear-shattering clang that was sure to wake up any human that was sleeping. He panicked, trying to free himself desperately from the rope but only making it worse. When he heard footsteps, he fumbled for his knife, but dropped it in his panic. He was stuck, and he was going to be found. This wasn’t good.