[size=8]funhaus and frisk are gone, the two of them having last been seen heading deeper into shadowclans jungle for some anonymous reason. it isnt too unusual of a sight to see a father and his child head off on a walk together but time flies by without them making another appearance, the shadows of the afternoon lengthening and puddling into the advancing darkness. twilight has even broken out, her figurative fingers striking the skies purple and blue, but they have yet to return. in their absences, people might notice that there arent any soft reassuring murmurings of a father nor any tiny voice requesting a bedtime story on this encroaching night. no, its dead quiet.
eventually, hopefully, inquiring minds will play detective, play follow the leader, and trail the path frisk and funhaus had trodden before reaching a rather unfortunate-looking scene. a fight has seemed to have taken place, or a swift struggle anyways; globs of dirt are overturned, buttercups and pawprints mar the ground, roots have been unearthed and ripped from their underground prisons and funhaus and frisks scents cloak it all, their aroma only tainted by the fast-fading smell of some cocky cartellian that saw it fit to attack the duo. people can look, can scour the land, but not a soul will be in sight.
/ @FUNHAUS && frisk and funhaus have been captured by the cartel and will die there c': a rescue raid isnt needed because they both will return shortly after death <333
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