Try as you might to remain unknown, Fell saw right through you. You'd gone into isolation mode, hiding away from the outside world. You withdrew from him and Papyrus, meals became shorter, and most of your time was spent curled up in Fell's bed. But he wasn't just going to let you rot away.

"Sweetheart," He pokes lightly at you, grinning when you groan from the lump of sheets you were curled in. "C'mon. Get up. You gotta eat somethin' 'fore this household has three skeletons 'steada two."