Forgot to say, thank you @ReadingFanGirl123 for the amazing idea! I'm changing up your thoughts a bit, though. Don't give off any spoilers! ;) Also, cursing, gore, torture.
<this story will contain lots of this stuff>
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"What do you mean 'I do.'?"

"I know how they feel. The pain. The suffering. Everything."

"I don't get it. You are the boss's favorite. How-"

"I earned that spot."

"Huh?"
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"That bastard! He comes in and takes them leaving us with this?!" 

Paperjam was screeching profanities and nothing's. Everyone's attention was on angered dark-boned skeleton and paid no attention to Horror. But he found something very, very important. It was something he knew was important, but wished it wasn't there.

"You guys."

They paid no attention until he screamed. They turned to him only for their eyes to widen in terror. Cil ran to the kitchen and barf sounds emitted. Quill quickly ran to help his boyfriend.

On the couch, still wet

A pool of Crimson blood.
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"It was really hard, ya know? I was treated like every other person. Everyday if I didn't do my chores, I was beaten. My back still has whip marks. The brunt emblem is still on my hand. If my hair grew to long, they cut it to boy length. He wanted only boys. I had to watch my good friend (random name) get dragged by her long hair to THE room. Boss came out.
Only carrying a black trash bag."
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The police were notified. A city-wide search party was sent for the (l/n) siblings. Where the hell are they? Before noon, the story had gone world wide and everyone was trying to find them. Cousins reached out from Japan to Ireland. In one hour alone, the police had over 100 calls of tips for the siblings. Each turned up a hoax, troll, or misunderstanding.

Paperjam, Horror, Cil, Qill, Ink, Error, Goth, Palette, Dream, and Cross sat on the couch, devastated. Nothing was happening. Nothing was working. Nothing was helping.

Nothing is okay.

"What do we do?"

"What can we do?"

"I don't know..."

Just as the silence was about to sink in,

"Find them."

Strange. That didn't sound like anyone there.

"I'm still here."

Where they hearing voices? No one was in the house but them.

"That's what you think."

They were actually getting scared now.

"Where are you?"

"What are you here?"

"I'm here to help."

The voice echoed through the room. Everyone was on their feet looking around. Where was the voice coming from?

"Look up."

Standing on the room as if it were floor was a boy who seemed to be in his younger teenage years. His brown hair with blue streaks was not out of place, but defying the laws of gravity. His face bore a wide smile and blue eyes. He jumped down right in front of Paperjam and held out his hand. Paperjam just stood there, not knowing what to do.

"W-what?"

"Hello Paperjam! Horror, Ink, Error, Goth, Palette, Cross. Wow! Even Dream is here!"

"How do you know our names?!"

"Like you don't know! I go to Underhigh!"

Goth's eyes widened.

"I remember now! You're Jordan! Jordan Lan!"

"Yup! Well, I'm Jordan right now."

"Right now?"

"Jordan has split personalities. He spent most of his time in the library do avoid people."

"Precisely! Uh."

He suddenly groaned and stumbled. Paperjam quickly caught the boy but he pushed him away.

"Get off of me."

They gasped. Jordan's eyes were now silver.

"J-Jordan your ey-"

"I'm not that fool! You address me as Jay."

"What?"

"Jay. I'm Jordan's other personality. I'm here to find her."

"Who? (Y/N)?"

"I guess you could say so. She's there. I'm going to save everyone from that guy."

"That guy..."

"Are you talking about the guy that took (Y/N) and Chara?!"

"Yes."

"Who is he?!"

"Where is he?!"

"What is he doing with them?!"

His silver eyes glowed and grey smoke steamed out of his eyes.

"He's playing with his favorite toys."