Edge understood that Geno was in a bad mood, but yelling at Blue? 

Sure, Blue could get a bit loud at times, but he still was a pure-hearted person, one of the few left in the Kingdom at this point. Sometimes he found Blue's happy personality a bit suffocating, that was why he didn't hang out with him often, but he never snapped at Blue. Blue just had this look to him that reminded Edge of an innocent child who didn't know any better. Not to mention Blue reminded him of his brother, in some ways. Short, cared deeply for his close friends, and didn't know when to shut up.

Ok, maybe he did find Blue a little too loud, but he wouldn't outright yell at him.

He could hear it from the room he was in, telling a women about what they were to be focusing on. He had been telling the red haired female about how he wasn't happy either, when suddenly a yell, a thud, and sobbing could be heard in that order. Everyone in that room froze, listening to the sounds of a freak out take place.

Sans, who was sitting at a table, doing a pile of paperwork with his telekinesis, looked up once he heard the sobbing, squinting as he recognized the voice.

"That's Blue, I'm betting Geno slammed a door on his face," Sans said, standing up, "I'll go talk with Blue."

"I believe I have to go handle that as well, please excuse me," Edge said to the Royal Guard member he was talking to, quickly heading into the hall to Geno's room.

Unlike Sans, he didn't have the ability to teleport, so he had to walk there with his own too legs.

No wonder Sans was the Royal Judge, he was pretty powerful. With a simple thought, he could teleport to one side of the Kingdom like it was nothing.

"Geno, heard some yelling," Edge said, knocking on the door, "And some crying, you made Blue cry, you know that?"

"I told him to screw off, and I'll tell you the same," Geno said, his voice distant, meaning he probably was on the other side of the room.

"Geno, stop being a baby and get up and apologize, I ain't going to listen to Blue cry for around an hour," Edge said.

"Can't I just get some alone time?" Geno yelled.

"You asked for it," Edge said, cracking his knuckles.

His hand completely broke though the door, creating a large hole next to the doorknob. He then twisted his hand so he could unlock the knob,  opening the door with it still around his hand. He then just decided it would be a waste of time to pull his hand out of the door, so he simply used his heel boots to kick the door into pieces, them crumbling to the floor as just wood chunks at this point.

"I don't even care at this point," Geno grumbled.

"I'll replace your door," Edge apologized, "Again."

"Asgore is going to be p*ssed that you keep breaking down my door," Geno grumbled.

The short male was sitting at his desk, leaning against it with an annoyed expression that looked like he wanted to cry out of frustration. It was understandable, years of convincing the King to have the one thing they wanted, only for it to be taken away from them was frustrating.

"Get up, we have work to do," Edge said, "Go apologize and come back."

"I'm not in the mood for anything," Geno grumbled.

"Grow up already, go apologize, and get back here," Edge said, hoisting up Geno by his scarf.

"Come on, aren't I allowed to have a bad day?"

"No."

"Why not?"

Edge sighed, running a gloved hand over his face.

"Geno," He said, "I know this is stupid, I can understand. But the point is that if we get this over fast enough, we can go back to the assignment. Asgore didn't say that he was calling off the project, just that we have to do this one first. So let's hurry up, catch those people, and call it a day."

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Ink was a tad... loopy after waking up.

It was understandable, monster sleeping magic would mess with the natural sleeping systems of the body, no matter the being, and would drag them into the deepest pit of sleep, so it would take some time for them to fully regain their sense of their surroundings. Then, it would take some more time to actually get their thoughts out of the clouds.

So, when Ink had come around, he first noticed he had a soul blocker around his neck, which would be ineffective against him, since didn't contain a soul inside of his body. But, his powers wrre linked to his paintbrush, which meant he was defenseless anyway.

Unless the kidnappers took it with them, which would be illogical. 'Lookie here, a big paintbrush, let's grab it!'

Yeah, that wouldn't happen.

So, making it clear that he was defenseless, he moved onto his surroundings. It seemed to be in a worn down building of some sort, the wallpaper on the edges peeling. There were a few deep and long scratch marks too, not to mention some burn marks and dents in the wall, suggesting he most likely wasn't the first to be contained within this room.

Which is lovely, because that meant that...

That...

Toby Fox his head hurt.

Ink shook his head slowly, focusing back onto the main problem. The evidence on the walls suggested that this wasn't their first rodeo when kidnapping people, which meant escape was less likely. And how they had been working in the castle, or somehow broke in, showed that they were smart and cunning.

Ok, he did the Jury job way too much.

Ink really needed a vacation.

Well, he could try to consider this a vacation, if he really wanted to. There was furniture, which was a creaky chair that pressed against his bones harshly and made them ache uncomfortably, one of the legs wobbly.

What a great vacation for him, being kidnapped by...

Skull, can you stop hurting for a single second?

He groaned loudly as the urge to throw up hit him, causing him to go into a coughing fit. Forcing monsters into a sleep had side effects, like making them sick, diziness, basically everything Ink had right then. So, it was right to assume that a compressed sleeping magic gun was used at him. Which meant they rather were good at disguise, and worked at a hospital, or was really good at sneaking into strictly guarded areas, which-

Yeah, he was getting distracted by his job again, time to find a way out.

His arms were bound behind his back by something that dug into his bones roughly, and judging by how his ankle bones were tied to the two front legs by rope, it was probably rope as well. He could always pop off his hands, slip his arms out of the ropes, but he should probably wait to see who his captors were before he took action. And judging by how the rope hurt his bones, his captors probably had tied them around each bone so he couldn't do that.

Yeah, this definitely wasn't their first time kidnapping someone, they had experience.

Which meant escaping was slim.

Footsteps could be heard outside of the door, making the more clear-skulled Ink look up after blinking away his fears and confusion, putting on a strong face. He wouldn't show fear, he couldn't. That was a sign of weakness, and that would show them they had am advantage over him, which they would use against him.

Also the fact that he was powerless to anything they did, but he choose to ignore those little details.

The door practically slammed open, a loud, "whoops," coming from the person who opened the door, which was another skeleton, who was about as tall as Ink. A crack was splitting from his left eye socket, where a bright red pupil was. His teeth were sharpened, one of them replaced by a sharp gold tooth, probably lost in some sort of accident or fight. He was wearing a thick black jacket, which was zipped up. He was also wearing baggy black basketball shorts, and untied red tennis shoes. He was slouched slightly, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"Fell, the door is weaker, remember, don't break it again!" A voice yelled from down the hall.

"Sorry, I forgot that!" The skeleton named Fell yelled back before shutting the door behind him, more carefully this time, "I'll just fix it again."

"It's barely even standing at this point, it's basically being held up by that tape," Ink commented on the doors condition, "Do you even have any experience in fixing things?"

"I have expierence in shut up," He growled, obviously not in the mood for chatter.

"Just trying to make conversation, calm down," Ink said, rolling his eyes.

"That ain't conversation, it's just insults," Fell said, looking around the room, "And they didn't even put a chair in here for me to sit in, that's just dumb."

"You want my chair?" Ink offered, wiggling in his spot as he made a mental note that there were probably more than two others outside on the opposing side, "I can be all yours, just with the small price of taking all of this stuff off of me."

"Ha, no, I don't want to p*ss off Error, that guy can be terrifying if he used his powers," Fell laughed.

Ink made another observation. Avoid someone named Error, he could be a rather big threat to survival.

"Well, what am I doing here then? I doubt you called me over for tea and biscuits," Ink paused for a moment, looking up at Fell curiously, "Did you bring me here for tea and biscuits?"

"Why in the h*ll would we kidnap you for tea and biscuits?" Fell asked, "We ain't even British."

"Ok, so do you know anyone British?" Ink asked.

"I know what you're doing, punk," He said, "You're distracting me, buying time for someone to come and save you. Not the first time someone has tried it, but yours has been the most creative, I'll say that."

"I'm flattered. What am I here for anyway? Gold?" The Jury member asked, adjusting himself in his uncomfortable chair.

"Nah, too much work," The monster across from him chuckled, his pupils gleaming with mischief as he noticed the other's discomfort in his seat, "Looks like we tied you tight enough to that chair, no? It was my work, I'm pretty good at tying helpless victims to chairs, unconscious or not."

"Your only talent is tying people to chairs? How is that anything to brag about?" Ink asked, leaning forward as far as the ropes would allow him, "But I have things to be done, untie me and release me, please."

Obviously, that didn't work for the tied up male, for his kidnapper practically howled with laughter from his request. So, he had to sit there as he calmed down, wiping a few laughing tears from the corners of his eye sockets. Ink was starting to grow weary, fear dancing throughout his mind as he realized that if he didn't take his emotion replacing medications, he would go back to his empty shell of a person.

Which wouldn't be good tied to a chair.

"Look, buddy, pal, neither of us want to be here," Ink tried to negotiate with the skeleton as his anxiety started to take toll on him, "I seriously have something I need to be doing, and now would be a great time to do it."

"I think you're forgetting who is tied to the chair and who still has magic to use against you," Fell said, "I haven't used it yet, since we have certain information we would love to obtain from you."

"If you guys snuck into the most guarded building in the world and managed to capture one of the most powerful Jury members," He said, "Then I doubt you need any information that I probably have. You could've just read my reports off of my desk, since as I recall, you kidnapped me from my own room."

"Oh no, we looked over that, and we don't really care about if you accused someone of stealing some bread or not," He said, kneeling down so he was eye level with the captured male, "We want to know about that little book you found in that library."

《》《》《》

I AM SO SORRY.

IT WAS REALLY LATE!

BUT IT'S HERE NOW!

HAVE A PICTURE OF A CAT FOR AN APOLOGY.