When Horror had opened his eyes he was confused, no, not confused. He was more so worried, concerned about the fact that he didn't know where he was. More than a little on edge, and way to tense to try and fall asleep again. So he did the only logical thing that he could think of. Search the room for an escape, which he thought should've been easy.
Considering the fact that the room had a pair of double doors and at least six windows, one would think it easy to find an escape right? Horror was proved wrong when he found bot doors locked, and all the windows not only locked, but visually restricted with magic. Making it so it couldn't see the outside, only aiding in the uneasy feeling settling in its stomach.
So he moved on to the next best thing, searching for weapons. Sure Horror had his classic axe, but you never knew what treasure you could find. Maybe he'd be able to score a line of fabric, or some more torn clothing for Error to use. There was nothing bad in scavenging the room of your capture, at least not if you asked Horror.
So that's exactly what it did. It stood up to its full height and started rummaging through drawers, cabinets, and tiny compartments. Grabbing anything that it though would be useful or bring joy to Error, only choosing a select few items for itself.
Alas as he always does, Horror had finished the job quickly. Being too effective to truly stall for and fill up empty time. So now he would sit on the bed and organize everything, seeing as it had to be easy to carry- not that it would be an issue, especially since he found a duffle bag- so that nothing would get too damaged on the escape for home. He had found quite a good chunk of nice things for the two of them, so if he lost majority of it while fighting to get home then he'd probably have a breakdown.
Just like before though, Horror was quick to finish what it needed to do. So with a bag full if treasures to bring home- and a tense body with the urge to be busy- it paced the room looking for an escape again.
He had gotten tired of that too, opting to chew on one hand. Letting the other one idly make its way to the hole in his skull. Small circles being rubbed on the rigid surface, taps and scratches every now and then. Creating a calming pattern of sorts, stiff joints becoming easy to move. Fingers going from being chewed on to being sucked on.
Eventually Horror had fallen back asleep, deep snores escaping past its teeth and fingers. Curled up in bed like a giant puppy, and if Lust and Error had come in to check in it, just to end up leaving with a few dozen pictures.
Then who's to speak a word on the matter? The sleep skeleton would appreciate the loving coos and compliments one he had awoken again.
