It could not be a stranger picture, the colorful Butterflies seated opposite their...darker guests. The air in the dining room was tense, thick with history and prejudice. Moon herself contributed to a lot of it. Silence kept still, with nothing but the sounds of eating to cut through it.

   The Underground was a place Napstabot had know his whole life, or well—dead afterlife of sorts since he, too, had been once a human and their ghost had lurked trapped underneath  without a way to escape nor wished to be freed from this realm. Their previous life was mostly a blurr they had wished not to recall and, instead, start from  z e r o  with a prototype body that was soon to evolve into an improved  android shape .

   Therefore, stepping out of that  miserable  hole he had attempted to make everyone feel their best with high spirits, had been as scary as thrilling experience for him ( and everysoul, he pressumed ). Old ancient story had never mentioned where The Underground precisely was located, only mentioned a tale of horror, martyrs and much more without a place.

                                    Where were they all?

   After Chara had taken the front line and went to assume their position of embassador alongside Queen Toriel, monsters finally knew their current whereabouts—Transylvania, Romania. And, according to Undyne whom was the most informed regarding human topics, they currently where stuck in Hoia Baciu which made sense given they all had quit from a strange empty circle in the middle of a forest with twisted trees in questionable shapes even for monsters.

   It took three days for all monsters to quit the entity of the forest and some had it easier than others; those that could fly and carry a certain amount of individuals were great help in this. 

                                          But oh, the city. 

   The city gave another different vibe, one  less familiar  than the forest—one that made Napstabot feel excited, happy and terrified to some extent since accusatory fingers would point at monsters.

   Oh right, he had forgotten that surface monsters tend to have more humanoid shapes. Some even could pretend to be humans their whole lives and no one would suspect a thing—much like that one strange man with dark clothes who was. . .smoking. No, that wouldn’t be the correct term, the smoke was coming off his body but this was sunrise? The sun was just about to make its appearance.

   Shrugging his shoulders and making his way towards him intrigued by why a night monster would stick for so long or, perhaps, had miscalculated? Others monsters were not left behind and decided on taking different ways as well to explore the wonders of the human world.

// I think they meant it as a joke…. Fumus is a god and has angel so technically he lives in the heavens which is up.

Alright, so the guy's name was Dracula. So what? That didn't mean he was actually THE Dracula. He couldn't be. That was just a story. Maybe his parents had loved the book so much that they named their kid after the main character? Not something he would personally do if he ever became a dad, but he wasn't going to judge! It was a pretty badass name...

(Focus, Phoenix.)

He straightens his tie and smooths back his hair. A deep breath is sucked in and then he pushes open the door, ready to meet with his latest client. Immediately, he freezes in the doorway, fingers still on the handle. The man who waited on the other side of the glass looked...

Well, like how a vampire would look...!

Those red eyes seem to pierce through him the minute they connect with his blue and he quickly has to look away, fearing that something may happen to him if he doesn’t. The pallor of his face makes Phoenix feel even more unsettled – he hadn't quite seen anyone look that color. Nobody alive.

(Is he a cosplayer?)

The silence continues to stretch between them as they both eye each other. He knew he wouldn’t get any answers if he just stood there saying nothing, so he quickly clears his throat and tries to sound professional.

   Maybe he should have been more afraid. His adventures with Campanella never prepared him for anything sinister; dark isn’t the word, for the Milky Way is covered in darkness. But this person...