You were standing outside Fell’s door with a determined expression, the small metal key dangling against your fingers as you heard slight murmuring from the skeleton doing who knows what. You took in a soft breath as you firmly shoved the key inside the lock and turned it quickly while shoving the door open to glance around the bedroom to see the cause of this suspicious activity. All you were met with just made your jaw drop in shock while your eyes widened.

Fell was sitting on his bed with a large cut out that was a bit taller than him, entrapped in his arms tightly while being pressed against its chest warmly. You could see the faint lines and design of the cardboard to be the bartender at the saloon downstairs, with Fell snapping his skull to you. His skull flushed bright red as he stared back at you, tossing the cutout of what seemed to be Fellby off the bed into a dark corner of the room. His skull was still bright with a vibrant blush as his eyelights darted from your gaze to a different spot around the two of you, clearing by his throat after moments of awkward silence.

“Uh…it’s not what it looks like..”

The skeleton stuttered out with a reassuring intention, though you could tell his voice was shaking with embarrassment as well as extreme worry of you catching him in a position like that. He still wouldn’t meet your eyes, staring deeply at a wall with heavy breathing resonating from him.