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.. "