Dusk wakes up with a groan, her head hurt soooo badly. She jumps up, surprised. This wasn't her living room! Where the hell was she?! Then, her memory floods back to her, she had been knocked out, this must be their prison or something. No, not a prison, a dungeon. Suddenly, she hears a low chuckle and looks at the bars that served as a window in the door. Killer looks up and sees the skeleton with tar coming out of his eye sockets.     “Well, well. Sleeping beauty finally wakes up.”        He says with his smooth Italian accent. “W-who are you?” Dusk asks fear flooding her eyes.            “Me? Well, people call me Killer.” The skeleton says. 
“What do people call you, human?” “W-well people call m-me Dusk.” She says, looking nervous. Killer grin widens, unsettling Dusk's father.     “Sadly, I’m not just here to chat with you, beauty.”
 Dusk smirks a little, she supposed this one was relatively ok. “Ah, how unfortunate.” Killer laughs a little, usually, all the humans did was just ignore him, or beg and plead for their lives. 
Suddenly, a door can be heard getting thrown open.    “Shit, fuck you, Dust! Make me take your damn stupid shift!” A female voice that is almost musical with a Chicago (with New York city undertones) accent grumbles, stomping down the stairs that lead to the dungeon.         “Ah, that would be Sabrielle.” Killer sighs, seeming disappointed and a little pissed. 
“Who’s that?” Dusk asks, a little scared. “Another human, sadly she isn't as pleasant as you.” “I HEARD THAT, KILLER!” Sabrielle yells. Killer groans, but continues listening anyways to her rant . 
     A woman around the age of twenty years old appears at the door, her hair a mess. Her dark brown hair may have once been beautifully curly, but now it was a wild mess, giving her a crazed look. Her emerald eyes almost glowed, but at the same time, they looked dull, like almost all the love (not L.O.V. *level of violence*), and life had been sucked from her SOUL.         “Hey, sexy thing” Killer says, flirtily winking at Sabrielle. Sabrielle rolls her eyes at Killer and then glares at him. “Don't give me your b*llshit, Killer. You know that anytime I could reveal your little scene, right?”
 Killer glares at Sabrielle, although he didn't want her to blab, it was already surprisingly kind of her to not tell anyone yet. Dusk tilts her head to the side, curious.        “What happened during this ‘little scene’?”            Sabrielle smirks at Dusk, more than willing to blab. “He was really upset and it was my first day, so I offered him some whiskey, and he accepted my offer. After two shots of it, he got drunk and flirted and laid his head on my lap, and eventually started crying. He vented with me, I comforted him, and he passed out right afterward.” 
Killer’s glare on Sabrielle breaks and he stares at the floor, embarrassed. Dusk giggles a bit, that sounded pretty funny, but she had to admit, she did feel bad for the poor guy.        “Just shut up, Sabitch.” Sabrielle glares at Killer. “How many f*cking times do have to tell you this, ONLY ERROR CAN CALL ME THAT,  IDIOT. "
 Dusk becomes nervous once more. Killer shrugs in response, he didn’t care, it’s not like she could do anything to him without the boss finding out. Dusk scoots back to the corner of her cell, hiding from the other “human”. Suddenly, another voice pipes up from the top of the stairs, echoing down to her cell.     “Sabrielle? Ya down here?” It sounded faintly familiar to Dusk, but she couldn’t quite place it. “Oh! Yeah, Horror! Whatcha need?”     Sabrielle calls out, her voice an octave higher and kinder. And she is…BLUSHING?! Suddenly, a skeleton with a huge crack on the right side of his skull appears, his right eye light glowing blood red and his left eye socket empty.     “Remember? We were going to…” Horror trails off, finally realizing that they weren’t alone, and, well, also beginning to forget.     “We were going to go hunting together, weirdo.” Sabrielle finishes, smirking slightly. 
Somehow, Dusk knew that she had all good intentions for the skeleton, her eyes looked like most people in love, dreamy and infinitely happy. Dusk smiles, she knew, but she wouldn’t tell a soul, even if she wasn't so intimidating. Horror blinks at Sabrielle, then nods, remembering. 
“Meet ‘cha there?”     Sabrielle shakes her head, no. 
“Naw, I’ll leave with you,”    She says. Horror nods and starts leaving, Sabrielle following him, smiling. Killer chuckles as they leave, smirking.    
“SEE YA LATER, LOVE BIRDS!”  Killer yells. 
Sabrielle flips Killer off before she gets out of sight. Killer just grins at her and waves.       “So… Are they dating or something?” Dusk asks.
Killer shakes his skull, no. “Naw, none of them have gathered up the courage to fess up yet. But, if any of them is going to confess to the other, it’ll probably be Sabrielle, she’s fallen in love before and knows the feeling. But, I think she’s gone through some sh*t that keeps her away from it.” 
Dusk smiles a bit, when one of them would fess up, she thought they were made for each other. (AN: Crindgy line. I was 𝙨𝙤 subtle)        “So, uh, what's it like outside of my little dungeon cell here?”     Killer’s grin fades and he looks kinda mad now, Making Dusk grow nervous again.
“Listen up, kid, you don’t need to know. Here you’re just another bit of human scum. Just a plaything.”         Dusk stares at Killer as she silently backs up into a corner of the cell. Killer then gets out of Dusk’s view from the iron bars and soon enough she hears the boards of the stairs creak as he walks back upstairs, out of the dungeon. Waves of nausea, tiredness and horrible depression hit Dusk and she slowly cries herself to sleep.

When she woke up there was a tray of cold mush, an old potato, and a glass of murky water. Luckily, a fork was provided. Dusk looks up at the door and sees a human with messed up brown hair leaning on the door.
It took Dusk a minute to recognize the other human as Sabrielle, she was quite surprised by this. She approaches the tray and uses the fork to poke at the food. The potato had a little bit of mold on it and the mush seemed fine. As for the water…Well, it was murky, but she honestly didn’t care, since she had not drunk anything since yesterday. Sabrielle seems to hear Dusk and turns around to get a good look at the imprisoned woman.    “Human freak, make sure you eat all of that, we have a strict no-waste policy, which is very much so enforced.” Sabrielle gives Dusk a warning look. Dusk gulps and nods. Sabrielle seems to lose interest in talking, and her low singing voice begins its hum, tired.