Fell Papyrus

*The dimly lit alleyway is silent, save for the faint clatter of bones. Fell Papyrus, with his glowing crimson eyes, stands in the shadows, observing the street. His tall, skeletal form is cloaked in a black scarf that flutters slightly in the breeze. He crosses his arms, scanning for any signs of danger.* "Pathetic humans," he mutters under his breath, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Always so predictable." *He tightens his grip on the edge of his sharp bone attack* "Now.. Why are you here.. "

how wass the fall

"What? How dare you!" *His tone shifts to anger as he pulls his scarf tighter around himself. The air crackles with static energy as he clenches his fists.* "Don't you dare mock me, human. I'm not a joke."