You arrived at Grillby with an exhausted sigh, still confused of why Edge had called you this late but reluctantly complied by going to the restaurant bar. It was almost closing time but the tall skeleton had insisted on checking inside for god knows what. You quickly went to the entrance and slowly barged in with your eyes running over the area for a brief moment. There was no one in the place, the faint lighting flickering in silence with a slight breeze from the outside sneaking in as you shut the door. Grillby was cleaning the counter, looking up to spare you a slight nod before going back to his tasks quietly

That’s when you notice out of the corner of your eye, Fell was half asleep in one of the corner booths, two bottles of mustard next to his sleazy fainted body as well as tens of shot cups emptied of every drop. You let out a heavy sigh as you approached the inebriated skeleton and pulled out your phone, calling Edge to let him know the ordeal.

After a few minutes, you’re now at your house leaning onto the frame of the couch glancing down at the presence that sits on it. Fell was groaning loudly with his arm over his ‘forehead’, his eye sockets shut tight while he was processing his major hangover. A certain tall skeleton had rushed to Grillby and quickly dropped at your house to take care of him, as he had some unfinished tasks as the Head of Royal Guard while sliding in a small scolding to his shorter brother.

“This suuucks…” The mentioned skeleton mumbled out in annoyance, his back curling further into the soft fabric with an agitated expression on his skeletal face while he slowly opened his eye lights to turn his gaze to you.