WHEEZE.

KILL ME.

MEH BRAIN IS ON FIRE.

X-X

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QUESTION: Would you want ErrorInk or Crossmare next?

Voting is closed: CROSSMARE IS NEXT!

I can already say ErrorInk will not be as fluffy as the rest of The Classic Antihero series.

I have- for some reason - grown to have an unusual dislike for the artistic skeleton.

I love his kids though. Even though they're from every other skeleton in the multiverse. (=

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Waking with a groan and a face full of pillow, I turned to the side. A women on my left.

Being an undercover agent wasn't easy. That much can be said. Trying to keep the persona of Lust was harder then I could've ever imagined. Lust was me but not me. I was more modest and meek without that persona. I was more relatable not as lustful or unhinged.

The room smelled fruity. Almost sickly so.

I hated that smell. It reminded me of my ex's Classic and Red.

Sitting on my heels I stretched, the women beside me groaning because of her own squeaky bed frame. My violet eye lights rolling because of how pathetic and desperate she was last night to being lazy and uncaring in the morning.

I've had my fair share of men and women. None of them making me feel any sort of emotion quite strongly as I was ether taken hard or taking them hard. It didn't matter who wanted it. I would give them whatever they wanted if it meant I wasn't alone.

That's all I ever was now. Alone.

Not even Ink contacted me often and that was a given considering how I treated him last time we met. I had to stay in character. Sometimes I believe he forgets that I'm not always like this.

A sex drunken freak wanting a good time.

Shaking my head I thought of Melted Souls, how they contacted me not to long ago saying they had a position for me. I didn't want to go since I knew Blue and Dream would be there. Both would be considered victims since they were both cops. Not only that but it would be considered a kidnapping since neither had contacted their loved ones in three years.

The last time Dream ever contacted anyone was close to five years ago.

Blue being last seen three years ago.

Shaking my head again I stood, sauntering around the room to pick up my clothes.

Slipping on my black crop top, purple jacket with blue tinged fluff on the edges, purple and black splattered jeans, black sneakers and a blue belt. I grinned at myself in the women's stand up mirror. Twisting to the side to get a good look at my ass. I looked sexy.~

Humming to myself, I strutted out of the women's apartment. Uncaring if I got stared at. It was a common occurrence and I blossomed in the attention. Lately though, I think Novella was her name? Shes been coming around a lot. Upsetting Seven Gates in the most peculiar ways. Even upsetting Wish of all monsters isn't exactly an easy task.

Wish has been more agitated lately. Even snapping at some of his closer friends. I'm worried for the small soul. Truly.

Exiting the apartment building. A paper got shoved in my face.

Unfortunately for me Lust didn't need glasses. But I did. I couldn't read the damn thing.

My violet scanning the blurry page as if I was reading it like usual. I stood still with someone standing in front of me, "Whats this love?~" An ever present twang accompanying my words as I looked down at my boss Zolomin.

Zolomin stared me down like usual. The nerve. He pointed to the paper, "Souls wants ya at that address in fifteen. Don't be late." He literally hissed.

If he wasn't a very buff lizard I would've smacked him. He knows I'm never late for shit like this. Rolling my violet lights I strutted off while folding the paper and putting it in my jacket pocket. I'd get Wish to tell me what it said.

"Zolomin please don't tell us you fucked that." I heard someone whisper.

Zolomin bellowed out a laugh, "Man! You know I don't fuck my own men Jerry!" He exclaimed, "But if I did," He quieted, "It's not like I would let you talk shit about him." Hearing a choking sound and a sickening crack my strut turned into a power walk as I tried to keep it together.

Zolomin knew I didn't like death. Knew I didn't like anything related to it ether. Yet he still killed in front of me. Made me watch as the life left the poor soul while they dusted or bled away. I shook my head, ridding my mind of those thoughts.

I found Wish two minutes later with Melinda sat next to him. They were in a little part accompanied by overgrowth.

Melinda looked the same with her sundress but she had a haunted look in her eyes as she stared mindlessly at the floor. Wish was talking quietly to her a concerned look on his face.

Walking up to them I jutted my hip out as my palm rested on it, "Wish hun.~" I cooed.

Wish's yellow lights snapping to my frame as he stopped mid sentence. His jaw clamped shut as he went from a slouched position to sitting straight, "What do you want Lust."

I took out the paper from my pocket, twirling it in my hand, "Tell me what this says won't you dear?~" I held it out to him.

Wish rose a brow at me, taking the paper, "Are you just unable to read or do you need glasses?" He inquired as he looked at the paper.

I need glasses but Lust doesn't.

I shrugged with a smirk, not really giving him an answer.

Wish rolled his yellow lights, proceeding to tell me the address, "...that's what it says." He handed me the paper, "You shouldn't give people like me that type of information Lust. People can use that to their advantage." He warned as I took it.

I pouted at him, "But I know you won't take advantage.~" Grinning at him I added, "You have sweet little Melinda by your side so I'm not worried.~" With that I strutted off, not really looking to see his reaction. The paper going right back into my pocket.

~

Making it to my destination with two minutes to spare, I looked over the large building standing in front of me. In my opinion it was too thin to be a warehouse but I could be wrong. There's always room for a misstep. Strutting up to the door I knocked three times.

The door flew opened a second later, revealing a short skeleton. Maybe 5'8 to my 6'1 frame. He looked absolutely adorable with his little axe, his wide crimson light shimmering as he stared up at me. He looked absolutely delectable.~

His axe was gripped tightly as it rested on his shoulder. He moved, giving me enough space to saunter in.

Once inside, the delectable skeleton slammed the door with a chuckle, "Welcome to the slaughter house Lusty." He welcomed while sauntering past me. His axe brushing my bottom ribs as he turned a corner.

I gulped. Maybe I should've asked Zolomin to send some of his goons with me. He's at least good with keeping his men safe. My thoughts froze as I heard the giggling and squealing of little children echoing through the halls.

There are kids here!!?

I loved kids. Super adorable little gremlins that want to play, carefree with their little minds muddled with the thoughts of far away lands and mythical creatures.

With something hugging my leg, I looked down to see a cute little skeleton with diamond eye lights staring up at me. They could be no older then a year!! Like shit, he's small and adorable.

Bending down I gently gathered the small one in my arms. I cradled him like the new born he seemed to be.

"Blueprint!?" I heard a very familiar voice shout.

Looking to my right, Blue of all people was looking at me with wide terrified eyes. His 5'5 frame slightly hidden behind a doorframe.

Blueprint giggled as he looked up at me, his little hands held out in a grabbing motion. I broke character and gave the small one a genuine smile.

Hearing light steps I looked up. Blue was in front of me with a saddened smile on his face, "He was brought into the world four months ago." He explained, looking fuller in the face then when I last saw him. His face flushed, "I-I have two other ones t-too. But they're in the play room with Dreams two little ones." He stated, "And Palette." He added quickly.

I nodded. Funny how Lust hates kids while I love them. Makes me want one of my own.

Holding out the little bones to Blue he shook his head, "Keep him for a bit. I need to get Sprinkle and Fury before Dust gets back. Stars knows he doesn't want the kids anywhere near here." He muttered while turning on his heel. Skipping down the hall he disappeared into the room he had originally come out of.

I felt a tap on my shoulder.

Turning around I was met with Nightmare and his 6'0 frame.

He had a displeased look as he stared at Blueprint, "I thought you hated kids?" His tar slathered body making me shiver internally.

I cocked my head to the side as my violet lights stared into his blue one, I gave him a playful smirk, "The little one hugged my leg Nighty. What was I supposed to do? Kick it?~" I drawled amusingly.

"Just don't hurt or kill it. It's Blues and if Blue gets upset then Dust will go on a murder spree. No pun intended." He warned.

I nod as Nightmare turned on his heel.

He froze, "By the way, we need you down there in ten minutes." Then continued walking.

I breathed out a sigh when he's out of sight.

Blue comes bouncing back with two little bones resting on ether side of him. Giving me a wide grin, he nuzzles his little ones, "This is Sprinkle." He jiggled the one on his left, "And this one is Fury." He jiggled the one on his right, "Of course your holding Blueprint." He giggled to himself.

I smile despite my paranoia of someone commenting on my 'out of character' fascinations. But Blue and his kids were absolutely adorable so I can't really be Lust around them, "They are wonderful children Blue. Congratulations." I congratulate.

Hearing a grunt I turn to a wide eyed Dust looking up at me.

I smirk at him, "Dusty, love! Your little Blue was just telling me about your baby bones. I wish you luck on controlling these gremlins.~" I joked while looking down at Blueprint. Noticing the slight differences of father and son.

Blueprint doesn't look like his daddy.

I turn to Blue, my lips stretched into a thin line as I raised a silent eyebrow at him in question.

Blues face fell as he remembered something. He gulped, "I-I might tell you later." He murmured, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

Dust tapped me on the shoulder again, holding out his hands.

Placing the baby bones in his arms I nodded at Blue. I really hope it's not what I think it is.

Whoever the father was I'm sure Dust will kill them. It only made my heart arch for the poor monster.

With one last look at Blue, I strutted off down the left side of the building. Eager to get this job done and over with. Popping around the corner I lingered wanting to see what Dust would say.

"So Lust is your friend?" Dust asked gently.

"Please don't be mad!" Blue exclaimed. He was obviously nervous.

"I'm not mad Berry." He replied gently, "As long as he doesn't hurt you then he's ok, ya?"

I didn't hear Blue reply but I did hear sniffles so I assumed he nodded.

"Then there really isn't anything to be worried about Berry. You're being so good! Then again you're always my good Berry even when you try to leave.~" Dust coos.

"I only try to leave to go get food." Blue's slightly gravely voice points out.

"But its too dangerous outside! I'd rather you stay in with the kids."

"But if we don't have food then how are we supposed to survive?"

"I can always order..." Dust trails off as he walks off with Blue.

I really don't know how he handles that maniac. Even so at least they're together.

A lonely feeling twists inside me.

Will I ever have someone to call my own?

I loved my job but the silence of it was deafening. Maybe I should find a new profession in the force. That would be better right? Shaking my head I pondered a couple ideas before strutting down the corridor. I entered a room with stairs. Being careful of my I head, I dodged some broken beams, sharp glass, and the occasional stuck out screw.

This place is quite the safety hazard.

Making it to the bottom I glance around my eye lights meeting with a strangely bright window. Walking up to it I peered inside.

Is that Tim? The Tim from Seven Gates?

He's tied up and gagged while looking aimlessly throughout the room. His glasses are slanted while he himself looks a little roughed up. A table standing in front of him.

Crossing my arms I wait.

Tim's gaze snaps to the window and I'm frozen. My posture went rigid as I felt a presence behind me.

"I said welcome to the slaughter house Lust." The delectable skeleton's voice echoed on my left. When I turned I saw nothing.

Am I losing my mind?

I blinked as I looked around, for anyone really. Turning back to Tim he wasn't in his chair anymore. He's at the window with a large grin plastered on his face looking almost animalistic.

I step back only to bump into a large body. Tensing again, my head slowly turned to the right to see large blood stained appendages encase my shoulder.

"I hope you liked my spellbound self. Nightmare thought of it himself so I wouldn't scare people." His low voice told me he didn't want to scare me.

Was this the delectable skeleton I saw?

No. No it wasn't.

I gulped before turning around to stare wide eyed up at what was now the delectable skeleton. My jaw slackening at his wider, fuller, more bulky frame. He now stood at 6'8 with a terrifying grin. The right side of his skull had a metal plate on it while a little pink bow accompanied it. His left socket having a eye patch over it. Scars littering the right side of his face. His fingers stained red from a recent kill. An open grey jacket with frills aligning the bottom laid on his shoulders with a black undershirt. Blue jeans and black sneaker adorning the rest of his body.

His axe was clean, free of any smudge. The handle looking wooden, a beautiful design of flowers adorning it.

The manic grin he wore only intensified as I backed slowly away from him. He cackled to himself so loud I could have swore the room shook, "I thought you were unaffected since you're Zolomins lackey." He nipped lightly.

Ok, the unaffected part I'm not. Zolomins lackey I also am not. Even though I work for the bastard.

My fear can screw off right now.

I snapped in anger. Standing straighter as I stomped up to him catching him off guard, "Zolomin isn't my boss. Just because I may seem unaffected by something doesn't mean it doesn't affect me. Stars above, a lot of things affect me. It's not like I'm immune, like words and actions don't hurt. The place I'm in now sucks! It's a god damn hell hole and I can't read for shit! I need something new. Something I won't get judged for and more importantly won't be alone forever on!" I bellow, my pointer finger poking his chest. My chest rising and falling quickly as I came down from my anger high. Even within my angered state I had chosen my words carefully.

I don't think I chose them carefully enough.

"Your talking normally right now." He oh so lovely pointed out.

"Not to treat you as if your stupid but my angry rampages always are and mostly will be normal." I snapped.

"This isn't like you." He raised a brow.

"Do you know me?"

"No."

"Are you with me everyday?"

"No."

"Then you don't know me." I seethed.

Turning on my heel, I left him in my wake. It was obvious they wanted me down here to actually do something. Probably concerning Tim.

Shaking myself off I fixed myself and my stance as Nightmare emerged from upstairs, "I was about to go find you." He comments.

"Well I'm down here like you wanted Nighty.~" I cooed.

Nightmare rolled his eye light then turned to the room their captive was in, "I need you to go in there. Just from one look should have him talking." He snickered.

That stung.

Ignoring his comment I strutted into the room.

Tim who had been walking aimlessly whipped his head to me, a brow raised.

"Hey Tim, wanna have a little fun?~" I asked as I strutted over to the table. Sitting on it, I stretched making sure he was watching me. Placing my palms flat against the table I let my violet jacket slide down my arm in an attempt at seduction.

I almost doubled over at his completely confused reaction. Keeping myself together, I laid belly down on the table.

This thing is COLD!

Propping up my arm as I rested my chin on my palm while I waited.

Tim opened and closed his mouth a few moments before replying, "Sorry nat interested in yer, uh, services?" His tone was light like silk and strangely smooth.

"Aw but you look so cute Timmy!~" I whined as the normal twang entered my voice. Face planting on the table I heard Tim's muffled laugh.

"Sorry. Excuse, hehe, my laughter. I have my wife and two kids I need ta get back to."

Sorry, does he have an accent?

My head shot up as I crossed my arms, "Are you from around here love?~" my curiosity knowing no bounds today.

His lips curled as he stands against a whitened wall, "You could say that."

"Curiosity is a splendid thing isn't it Timmy?~" my violet lights turning to hearts as another attempt of seduction. Although married men are married men.

Tim rolled his eyes, "Ya, splendid." He muttered bitterly while rubbing his chest, right over his soul.

I eyed him for a moment, "What's wrong? Am I missing something?~" I inquired. He seemed almost pained.

He shook his head, "Missin my girl." Shrugging he fiddled with his glasses.

I heaved a sigh. He was talking but not very much.

Maybe if I just talked to him he would open up?

Blinking, my eyes returned to there normal shape as I sat up. Crossing my legs I scratched at the table.

Where is Nightmare? Bastard probably left the guy to suffer. What did Nighty even want to know? Gotta start somewhere I guess.

"What's she like?" I inquired as I stared at him.

His eyes locked with mine with the change in my tone, a small smile graced his features, "Shes a wonder. An absolute doll containing a feisty wild feline." His lips curl, ears twitching as his tail flicked in random directions.

Tim is a Puma. His leather jacket laid on his shoulders with white undershirt. Black jeans and white scuffed sneakers adorning the rest of him.

Cute! Kitty's embarrassed. That was sort of vague though.

"What about your kids? What are they like?"

I really hope we're not being watched.

Tim laughed, "They're as wild as their mother. Climbin trees, causin trouble with their uncle, don't even get me started on what they put their mother through..."

I listened to him talk on and on about his kids, and people I didn't know. Most, he spoke vaguely about while others had a whole story attached to their name.

It was quite hilarious listening on how his kids got him to climb a tree once. His wife had to catch him because he couldn't hold on.

I bubbled over in laughter as Tim told me about the time his brother tried to fight his own wife and got his ass handed to him while Tim chuckled to himself.

He even came over to sit with me as we talked. I stayed on the table while he took the chair again.

"How did you get out of those restraints?" I questioned while laying on my back, my legs bent as my feet laid flat on the table.

Tim grinned at me, "I've had many of practice."

"Many of practice?"

"Meaning I've been in this situation way too much for my liking." He explained as he leaned back in a stretch.

I nod in thought as I look up at the ceiling.

"Yer not doin your job, are ya." He states.

"Nope." Popping the P.

"My wife would like you." He commented.

"Why's that?" I inquired.

"She tried seducing me too, when we first meet." Looking off to the side, a gentle smile played on his lips, "It wasn't her brightest moment but the moment she saw me she just had to have me." He snickered to himself, "She'd smack me for that one."

Rolling onto my stomach I rested my head on my propped up palm, "So she sold her body? To anyone?" Maybe I had more in common with this women.

He shook his head, "Nat just to anyone. The owner of the establishment she worked at was her owner. He only allowed the highest bidder to have a round with his girls." He practically snarled, "S-She was pretty banged up. Her sister too." He stuttered, face flushing in color while shaking his head.

Never mind. I have nothing in common with this women.

"Want to know why she wanted me so badly?" He asked. His eyes glinting with fondness and adoration.

"Sure, hit me with your best shot." I grinned at him.

"I was her only chance at having a child. The women just wanted a cub of her own." He quieted. I could tell he truly loved her. I don't think she'd like me though. With the knowledge of the attempted seducing her husband of all people.

~

I eventually left the room being greeted by no one. It felt lonely.

Very lonely.

Rubbing my tired face I dragged my feet up the stairs.

It was fun talking to Tim. I felt like me for a little. Stretching, I made it to the top of the stairs. Shutting the door behind me as I walked sleepily down the hall. Not even a minute later I bumped into something hard, stumbling back only to be caught by the arm.

Rubbing an eye socket, I looked up.

Oh it's that delectable skeleton. That I still didn't know the name of.

In my sleepy haze I didn't notice he pulled me closer. His red eye light shimmered as he felt my head. I protested feebly, "I'm fine you over grown skeleton." My snappish attitude coming out more since I'm so tired.

The arm he had me by started rumbling. I realized he was laughing. A deep chuckle vibrated from the large monster, "Horror." He chuckled, "Name is Horror."

Rolling my eyes I tried snapping out something witty, "What a lovely Horrific name." He raised a brow at me as I shrugged, "Humor isn't my strong suit."

"Then stop trying to be funny."

"Practice makes perfect?" I yawned.

"C'mon your staying with me." He pulled me by the arm without resistance.

At least I won't be alone.

His hand moving from my arm to my wrist as we walked out of the large building.

Rubbing a socket I looked around. The buildings getting sparse until we ended up in front of a large mansion. It's large gate closed with blackened bars. Cobbled stone surrounded the mansion as plants grew up the walls. A nice clean cut lawn with a fountain in the middle. I think I even spotted a playground inside.

Horror pushed open the gate, it opening at the touch. He pulled me inside as he shut the gate behind us. It locking automatically.

Now inside a couple trees were scattered about, along with bushes.

We approached the large building with its ferns out front. The large brown double doors intimidating enough, "Maybe I shouldn't be here." I mumbled half dazed.

Horror froze the loose grip around my wrist tightening gently before he sighed, "Are you even able to get home like this? You have a fever." Horror commented not even looking at me.

"Do I? Stars I didn't notice." I chuckled bitterly to myself. Out of all the times to get sick too.

He turned towards me, noting how his hands were no longer bloodied, I look up at him. My cheeks probably flushed, my eye lights most likely dulled.

He breathed out a sigh as he picked me up, throwing me over his large shoulder. I squeaked in surprise as he chuckled.

"H-Hey! Put me down you giant brute!" I snapped angrily, hitting his back with weakened strength.

He laughed at my comment but ignored me as he headed towards the double doors, pushing them open, they close behind him. My feeble resistance waning when I felt how tired I actually was.

Falling limp against his broad back my sockets dropped as the darkness of the mansion welcomed more sleep. I fell into a dreamless slumber.

~

I woke with a groan.

Why am I so hot?

A cough snuck up on me as I glanced around the darkened room. It's reddened walls, blackened shades pulled back a little to let some light in, a king sized bed with two end tables. A large desk resided in the left corner with Horror's axe propped up against it. Book shelves at the far end of the room. Picture frames hung on the walls. Some with the entirety of Melted Souls while others held Horror with some kids.

Laying an arm over my sockets I groaned.

I feel like shit.

Hearing door to Horror's room opened, someone walked in and shut the door. A couple of grunts told me it was Horror.

"Well this is interesting.~" I teased lazily, lifting my arm to drop it on my chest. My gaze meeting Horror's large frame in the darkness of the room.

His ever shimmering light staring at me.

Oddly, I didn't feel afraid this time.

"Somewhat back to yourself I see." He drawled.

Horror always seemed to talk slowly no matter the situation. His voice was deep and smooth. Much nicer then my lightened sarcastic seductive tone.

He shouldn't have to care for me. I'm a freak.

I didn't answer him so he brought over a bowl with a spoon.

Holding it out to me, "Eat." He gently instructed.

I shook my head, "You shouldn't be taking care of me love. I should be taking care of you.~" he frowned at my reluctance to eat. But I felt nauseous, my head was killing me, my bones felt dangerously hot and honestly, I just wanted sleep.

Horror was still a terrifying behemoth of a monster in the dark to anyone else. But to me, his eye spoke the volume of hurt. He was hurt. Mentally he was broken, caring for a soul he probably thought didn't give a shit.

Sighing, I slowly sat up, a wave of dizziness making me close my eyes as I waited for it to pass. My right hand going to my skull while my left kept me somewhat sat up. When the dizziness past I sat up fully. Looking up, I gingerly took the bowl. It was soup.

Grabbing a spoon full I munched on it. It's flavor actually favorable although- in my opinion -it required a little more.

Glancing up at Horror his wide grin reached his eyes. He looked happier then I'd seen him, "Good." He muttered to himself quite pleased.

Despite the nausea I still ate. It was obvious Horror made it himself. I wasn't going to make the giant feel bad. He seemed like a kind soul. A little messed up, but kind all the same.

When I actually got sick it was bad. Horrible even. I was more of a mess then usual and didn't have my normal spark.

~

The next few days went on with Horror coming in to 'feed' me. Carrying me to bathe in a tub- even letting him stay Incase I needed help~ -or wiping down my sweaty bones. I was a sore sight to see.

Horror came back a little miffed one day because Tim had gotten out. I'm glad he didn't come into his room or I might have laughed at him out of spite.

I had mostly recovered so I would be spread out on his bed in only my pants. His flushed face was always a wonder to see.

Today though, felt different. Felt unusual. I knew I needed to leave but I didn't want to go yet. Zolomin was expecting me back but, I wanted to get to know Horror more. His muttering were what intrigued me the most. "Good." "Eat." "Grow big." "Grow strong."

What he meant by them I don't know but they were obviously words from someone he knew or grew up around. Or he could've had a little sibling he used to say them to. A mystery that giant was.

Horror was gone for the moment so to my phone I went. He'd been kind enough to let me charge the thing. It was an older model then the ones today. But a working one nonetheless.

I was playing a game the humans called flow. I quite enjoyed it and it kept my mind occupied.

My phone buzzed suddenly as my actual boss decided it would be a lovely time to call me. I clicked decline but he called again. A sigh leaving my lips as I hit the accept button, "Inky love! What can my darling self do for you?~" I could practically hear him wince.

"L-Lust I need to know how close you are to Zolomin capture." He stuttered the phone slightly muffling his words.

I frowned, "Inky you know I'm not nearly finished! So, what's your actual reason for calling?~" I inquired while examining my hand. Wiggling the boney appendages absentmindedly.

Ink cleared his throat, "I-I was wondering I-If.." he trailed seeming scared or anxious before he sighed, "I need to know if you've seen Dream."

Oh! I forgot the little ball of positivity reclaimed his rights to Palette. Ink was- still is -a drunken idiot. He started off strong but the alcohol came in and Ink was finished. Palette got a smack from him every once in a while because of him. Poor kid.

I hummed in thought, "I don't believe I have. Wherever he is, it's obvious he's happy.~" I stated not really caring for Inks reaction, looking back I hadn't actually seen Dream at all. The only one I saw was Blue and I think that might've been on accident. All the criminals in the district always kept their families under lock and key. Especially the bigger criminals.

"Have you seen Blue then?" He inquired carefully.

Why is he asking these questions?

I raised a brow, "No love. Blue is no where to be found no matter where I look.~" I denied. My lips thinning into a line. It wasn't the first time I've lied to Ink. I couldn't trust him. Ink was my boss. But Blue is more important. If he returns to Pappy then he'll just be treated like shit again.

He might not of said anything to anyone but I'm a secret agent for a reason. I can find out shit.

I was told to bring down Zolomin. My side project being to track Dream and Blue. My tracking wasn't fruitless but I did stumble into a lot of unknown shit. Things I was actually scared to share.

"Thanks for the information Lust." Ink sighed dejectedly, "How are you?" He asked.

I gripped the phone my jaw clenching, "You want to ask how I am now?" I seethed, breaking character.

The idiot had the audacity to ask that question now? He didn't care for over ten years and yet.. my thought trailed.

"Yes Lust I'm asking you now. Please tell me. I can't loose another one if my men." He pleaded, sounding desperate.

"Why do you care now? It's not like you actually care right? It's just a conversation holder so you're not alone. Bloody hell Ink, I've been alone for years because no one likes me. They don't like Lust, my persona. That's all it was, is, and ever will be. It's not me but me all at the same time Ink. The same persona I almost gave away when I went to Reapers bloody conference meeting. You don't get to ask how I am right now. Once I'm done with this mission I'm transferring. Ask how I am after I'm half way across the damn bloody country." I hissed every word with venom.

~Only up to here has been edited~

Tired of everyone's shit I hung up even though Ink was profusely apologizing. I don't respect Ink. The only people I respected were Dream, Blue, Reaper, and Melinda. The only four that knew it was just a persona. An extension of me that I had buried after my older sister died to illness.

Sitting up on the bed I was laying on, I huck my blasted phone at the wall. It shattering like everything else in my life.

I curled up, pulling my legs to my chest as I crossed my arms around them. My head lay on my knees as a sob erupted from my throat.

Everything is so shit.

I knew a break down was coming. I just didn't expect it to be now.

Alone.

Stop!

Pathetic.

Please!

Slut.

Why!?

Why am I so alone?!

Through my sniffles an gasps I felt arms wrap around me. I didn't care though. My mind was filled with horrible thoughts. My mind fought my heart as they battled within my head. My hands slamming against my skull in an attempt to get them to stop.

The people I'd stood up.

To afraid to try a real relationship.

They weren't good people.

One night stands gone horribly wrong.

Too scared to stay because of the comments you'll get.

My heart is bigger then my ego.

The attention.

Too scared to be myself.

Used to it, I can work through this.

The amount of hatred.

Couldn't find the courage to stand up for myself.

If people hate me then I'll make them see the real me.

Opinions.

Their words hurt and sting.

They're just words not physical bullets.

Whoever was hugging me stayed by my side as tears continued to bubble down my cheeks. Eventually moving my palms to my sockets as I calmed down somewhat. But the voices were loud. Incredibly so.

I wish Ink hadn't called.

An arm snuck through the opening between my legs and chest. Being yanked into a chest winded me as my skull was pushed against a chest. The thudding of their soul nearly silencing the ugly voices encasing my thoughts.

My sockets drooped as I laid limp against them, tired from the emotions banging against my skull.

Thump

The sound is so lovely.

Thump

Sweet as rain.

I heard a couple mutterings from the skeleton holding me, "Why are you hurting? I've taken such good care of you." His mutterings were strange, I couldn't hear the rest. My mind too preoccupied with sleep.

~

I woke once again in Horror's bed. He had seen many of my bad moments. Might even hold them over me. I looked where my shattered phone should be only to see it's not. I don't care. I'll just ask Zolomin for a new one like always.

Sitting up the blanket folding down since I wasn't laying down anymore. I rubbed my face with my hands. The grogginess of sleep holding me hostage for a little longer until someone walked into the room.

It was Horror who I gave one of my famous smirks to, "Looks like I'm all better.~" keeping my tone light even though I didn't all that up to moving.

Horror had walked over to his desk, freezing at my words, "Seems so." He grunted. After a minute he resumed putting a couple papers on his desk.

"Don't worry I'm leaving today love. I'll get out of your hair and go back to Zolomin.~" I hummed lightly. Throwing the blankets off me I strutted over to my neatly folded clothes. Horror had gotten them washed for me. Putting them on I sunk my face into the frills of my purple jacket.

So nice and fresh!

I turn to catch Horror staring at me wide eyed, his face flushed as his shimmering eye stared at me intently.

Smirking at him, "I love my body Horror sweetness. I have no shame and feel it should be shared with almost everyone that wants something.~" Licking my lips as I strutted out of his room, his face flushing more. I didn't even know the giant could do such a thing.

The halls were long and eerie, almost like it was demanding something of me. I never realized Nightmare was that wealthy. I'd decided to take my sweet time in leaving, wanting to get to know the place I've been stuck in the past week.

Looking around no one was near by. How he lived in this mansion with his lackeys was beyond me.

Something smacked into my side almost tripping me before I heard a very familiar voice, "Uncle Lust! Mommy didn't tell me you were here!" They exclaimed as they hugged the hell out of my leg. I hadn't seen Palette since he was maybe three. Hearing him the background when Ink actually called me, allowed me to recognize him.

Looking down, my violet lights landed on the ten year old. He had gotten big.

He giggled at me, "C'mon uncle! I wanna show you my painting!"

With an internal sigh I gave him a genuine smile, "Alright. Where to love?" My voice was soft unlike the normal flirty tone it sported.

Palette grinned at me, releasing my leg he spun off.

I followed closely behind him as my long legs carried me to a paint splattered room. Groaning internally I made a mental note to try and get out of here as quick as I could. I did not want Killer on my ass thinking I was sexually harassing his kid.

The little artist swung open his door as he happily barged inside.

Much like his mother.

I rolled my lights, following him inside.

Palette shut his door and skipped over to the canvas in the middle of his room. Picking it up he waddled over to me.

I crouched down.

Now, I wasn't doing anything to Palette physically or mentally. I was genuinely curious as to what he wanted to show me. The kid looked nervous so I gave him my best supportive grin.

Palette turned over the canvas and I stared with a slacked jaw.

The painting was absolutely beautiful. It was a painting of all of us together. Ink, Dream, Killer, all the way the Nightmare.

Stars it was beautiful.

I was even there holding a baby bones. Horror was all the way on the other side of the canvas getting bows tapped on to his metal plated skull by Sprinkles and Fury. Dust and Blue we're holding little Blueprint. Killer was holding Dream as he tried to get at Ink who was hiding behind a pillar. Error was even their chuckling at a pathetic Ink. Nightmare was rolling his one socket as he flicked Dream on the skull.

I chuckled, "It's the most beautiful painting I've seen Palette." It came out as a soft murmur.

Palette squealed as he rushed back, placing the canvas back on its stand. Then rushed back to me, tackling me in a hug, "I missed you Uncle Lust." He murmured.

This kid is going to be the death of me.

I hugged him back, "I missed you too, little artist."

~

I spent a good thirty minutes in his room. He was showing me all his achievements and his paintings. Eventually I told him I had to leave so he gave me one last hug.

The door flung open behind us and I stiffened, Palette gripping me like his life depended on it. It threw me off, "Don't let him take me." Palette whimpered.

Whoever is behind us is certainly not Dream or Killer.

In a swift motion I had Palette on my hip as my form darted across the room. Bones summoned to my side as I turned to see the intruder. Despite Palette's weight I gripped him but with Ink of all monsters standing at Palette's now broken door I can see why he's afraid. My magic faulted or a second but my sockets flashed their angry violet magic, "Ink darling! What are you doing here?~" I kept my voice light despite the howling rage inside me.

"The place is surrounded Lust. Give me Palette and continue your job." He sighed as if bored.

I grinned, "Have you caught anyone yet Inky?~" I asked, wanting to piss him off. Knowing he couldn't have caught a single soul.

Palette had his face buried in my jacket. Poor thing was trembling.

Ink clenched his jaw, "No but I might if you don't give me Palette." The threat was real. He would take me into custody. That would ruin the little game we're playing with Zolomin however.

Would he risk the case just to get Palette back?

"Sorry Inky. But I'm going to have to take a rain check on my arrest. I have places to be and people to, well, fool.~" Choosing my words carefully I grinned at a confused Ink.

Launching my bones, Ink scattered backwards to dodge them. Some nicking him.

I launched myself at Ink, using my long legs to smack my left heel against his cheek. It sent him launching down the left hallway as police men stopped to check on him.

I'm suddenly glad Palette's room is on a corner with a bunch of windows.

I quickly maneuvered Palette to my front so I could carry him easier. And to help protect him from the bullets that might get shot at us. Police raised their guns at us but I knew they wouldn't shoot. I think. I had a kid and unless they had magic tasers then I had the upper hand.

I hope.

I bolted down the hall across from Palette's room.

"Stop!"

"Your under arrest!"

"Stop now before we shoot!"

Is all I could hear as police ran after me.

I'm so glad I took Zolomin up on that offer for training.

My adrenaline kicked on as a bullet flew passed me as a warning shot. Palette clung to me tighter.

Idiots! Don't they see I have a kid!?

My jaw clenched as I booked it down another hallway of windows.

I had only been with Palette for thirty minutes at most!!

More shots rang out but I didn't feel anything. Fear pricking at my soul as it hammered against my rib cage. A door squeaked ahead of me, alerting me that it was opened. I banged a right as the door squeaked again. I slipped in and shut the door with a soft click, locking it.

Panting I backed away from the door, out of eye sight. I crouched, setting Palette down as officer after officer ran by the room thinking we had kept going.

I checked the trembling child for any injury, "Palette, ha, dear does, ha, anything hurt? Anything at all?" I panted with adrenaline still pumping through my bones as I glanced at the door ever so often.

Palette sniffled, shaking his head.

I breathed a sigh of relief as my breathing calmed, "Ok, we need to get out of here love, so you need to trust me. Do you trust me?" I stared at the little one with softened eyes.

Palette wiped his sockets, determination flickering on as he nodded.

I grinned as I patted his head, "Good boy. Now let's see." Looking around the room, large glass double doors resided on the other end of the caramel walled room. Light was streaming through.

By the Stars. I have never been so thankful to see a balcony.

Scooping Palette up I walked quietly over to the balcony. Officers might of heard me if I was any louder. Opening the door a small squeak erupted from it. Cringing a little, I slipped outside and shut the door.

Palette was hugging my front as I glanced over the balcony. It was clear so I summoned a blaster and stepped on its head. It groaned softly with the weight but otherwise didn't make a sound.

Drip

Drip

Drip

The adrenaline finally died down as we soared over the wall encasing the mansion. It was obvious the police saw us but couldn't stop us. Since they were frantically shouting and running everywhere below us. I chuckled at there pathetic ant like figures.

Drip

Drip

Drip

I sat on the blaster as that annoying dripping sound kept sounding. Glancing over a shaking Palette at my legs I noticed where the dripping was coming from. The pain hit me slowly as I grit my teeth. They had magic cancelling bullets.

It was only my right leg- as far as I was aware -but damn do those bullets hurt.

I'd have to check if it's only one bullet.

I hope Palette didn't see the blood.

A few minutes later and I couldn't keep the blaster summoned. Landing it behind a- I think I saw a sign for it -one of Catherine's buildings. I stood on both legs as the blaster poofed into thin air.

Bad idea.

I winced while leaning on the building wall. The pain was immense because of my thin bones. Placing Palette down I sat against the wall as the world seemed to spin.

Putting an arm over my socket, I waited for my head to stop spinning.

"U-Uncle Lust?" Palette's soft voice reached my ears.

Dropping my arm I gave Palette my best smile, "Yes Palette?" My voice was slow, my sockets droopy. A shiver running up my spine.

Shit I'm loosing too much, whatever skeletons have.

"Should I call Mommy?" He asked quietly staring at me with wide concerned starry eyes.

I would've been shocked that he had a phone if I wasn't loosing a good chunk of blood, "Yes Palette call Mommy." My sockets flickered shut for a moment before I heard Palette open his phone. Peaking a socket opened, the little artist was holding a flip phone, "Why were you in the mansion?" I inquired before he even started typing.

Palette paused, "Mommy said he would be back but he never came back." He whispered.

My soul dropped.

Ether something happened to Dream or they couldn't get back in. Where the fuck was Horror? I only left him for thirty minutes! Did he assume I'd left?

Palette clutched his phone as he stood on the cement unsure of what to do.

I patted the spot next to me, "It's okay Palette. I won't let anyone get you." My leg throbbed but I wouldn't let anyone touch a hair on his little head.

Palette sat and snuggled up to my side as I wrapped an arm around his small frame. He hit the call button on a number I didn't recognize and let it ring. I softly hissed as pain erupted from my back.

Well shit, looks like I got hit in the back too.

"Ink If this is you-" Dreams voice hissed threateningly. Palette's sob broke Dreams angry rage off, "Palette what's wrong? Ink isn't hurting you is he?"

I lost focus for a second, groaning as another shiver traveled up my spine.

I hate wounds.

"M-Mommy Uncle L-Lust is h-hurt." Palette hiccuped.

Shit he saw.

Dream was quiet for a moment seeming at a lost for words, "He's dying Mommy!" Palette sobbed.

"Palette I'm ok! See?" I lifted my drowsy head while going to tickle his sides.

He squeaked in laughter but the crying continued, "That's what Daddy would do if it's serious." He sniffled.

Dammit. I really hate it when kids cry.

"U-Uncle Lust is with you?" Dream stuttered.

"I wasn't going to leave the kid." I grunted as I fell back against the wall.

I heard Dream snapping at someone before coming back to the phone, "Where are you Lust?" He asked urgently.

"I-I..." I lost focus again, my mind swirling. My sockets flickering shut.

Shirt I'm so tired.

"Uncle Lust!" Palette hugged my middle.

I bit my tongue from the pain, "Sorry Palette love." I hissed, peaking a socket opened.

"Palette hunny, can you check and tell me where he's hurt?" Dream asked.

Palette perked up at the guidance, "Okay Mommy!" He shoved the little phone into my hand as he got up.

"Dream I'm ok. I don't want to-"

"Lust tell me where you are." Dream demanded cutting me off.

I groaned as Palette carefully checked my legs, arms, sides and skull, "I think we're behind Catherine's." I guessed. I did see a sign for it before we landed.

Palette was gentle with his examination, pouting at my reluctance to get off the wall to check my back. My back did hurt like hell But I didn't want to scare Palette anymore with my wounds.

"I demand you tell us what happened after we get to you." Dream hissed angrily. I don't think he's mad at me though.

"F-Fine just get here before I dust." I muttered lowly.

"Don't you dare die on me. That's not how this relationship works." He hummed.

I ignored him, handing Palette back his phone. I lent my skull on the wall as I tried to focus on staying awake.

Palette sat beside me again and snuggled up beside me as he told his mother the extent of my injuries. Which were the bloody kind. I sucked in a breath as the room spun again.

Clamping my sockets shut I heard a car.

I felt Palette perk up while speaking something into the phone. Apparently he had it on speaker before. Smart kid he was, took it off speaker. Peaking a socket opened, a large car pulled up and a very hysterical Dream jumped out while bolting for Palette.

Killer got out of the car too. He came up to me and crouched, "You look awful." He commented.

"I might need a blood transfer Killy.~" I purred weakly.

Killer rolled his lights as he moved to my 'good' side, "This is gonna hurt." He warned.

"Counting out it.~" I chuckled weakly.

Killer frowned, studying my frame, "Horror!" He yelled, eyeing my reaction.

I didn't even flinch, giving Killer a weak smile as my sockets drooped dangerously low.

Killer grabbed my chin thwacking me with the back of his hand.

I flinched, "Your hurting a half dead monster hun!" I gritted out.

"Woke you up didn't it?" He raised a brow at me.

My lips formed a thin line as I refused to respond. My eyes snapped to the towering figure that was Horror standing next to Killer with a frown on his face, "Horror sweetly! So nice to see you!~" I joked weakly.

Horror wasn't amused.

I need to work on my humor.

Horror waved Killer aside as he bent down. Unfortunately my back seemed to be more injured then my leg. I hissed as Horror lifted me. Feeling someone probing my back I hissed at them.

"You don't hate kids. Do you Lust." It was Killer.

Greatttttt.

"No sense in lying. I completely adore kids Killy! I just couldn't let the little guy go after I saw him.~" laying my skull against Horror's chest I heard the beautiful sound again.

Thump

So pretty.

Thump

It makes me sleepy.

Thump

I shouldn't sleep yet.

I didn't even notice we were at the large vehicle until I lolled my head away from Horror's chest.

Horror got in as he sat on a bench.

Is this a van? It probably is.

He wouldn't place me down at all. Not that I wanted him to. I was freezing and he was really warm. I snuggled into him as his large arms wrapped around me.

"Horror you need to sit him up or let him go. We need to patch him up before he looses anymore blood." Dream stated quickly.

Horror grunted as he sat me up.

I hissed as my jacket was slowly peeled off. My crop top being ripped by Killer's knife as they tossed the hole ridden thing away.

Dream gasped, "Blue! We need your help!" He seemed panicked.

I glanced at Horror who face was unusually blank. I grunted as I was hit with healing magic. As calm and soothing as it was, it still hurt.

"This is all sweet of you loves but I-~" I received a smack to the head, "Ow! What is with you guys and hitting a half dead monster!~" I huffed as Dream came into view.

His soft hands on my cheeks. I flushed violet, "D-Dreamy?~" I stuttered having not seen the intensity of his look in a long time. I was actually embarrassed. Horror gripping my left hand to keep me upright.

"Are you okay Lust?" Dream asked.

Honestly, I felt like shit.

"I'm fine love.~" I gave him a sweet weak smile.

Dream rolled his lights before going down to my leg, his hands glowing green. The pain hit but it was much less then my back. He sighed, "Thank you, for saving Palette." The soft murmur warmed my soul, "But never get shot again Lust." He snapped.

Easier said then done.

"I'll try love.~" Feeling Blue remove his hands I leaned into Horror who stiffened. His soul thumping softly in my ear.

I didn't even notice the car was moving until we hit a pot hole.

At least I'm not alone.

Being shot is not nice. Being alone and shot is an experience I never want again.

I chuckled bitterly to myself. Horror wasn't even relaxed and I could feel the wary aura of everyone around me. I wasn't apart of their team yet they took me and put up with me for whatever reason.

Thump

I think I can sleep now.

Thump

I'm not alone.

Thump

My sockets fell shut as memories from a better time filtered through my mind.

~

"Brother we cant just kick him out. He's still recovering."

"Zolomin wants him back Dream. We can't keep that lizard from his men."

"Maybe after he recovers enough then we can send him back."

I woke to a small argument between Dream and Nightmare. My soul feeling rather light and cold but my body felt warmer. Groaning softly I turned on my side.

I heard Dream sigh, "Let's talk about this later."

"I didn't want to talk about it in the first place." Nightmare growled.

"Loves, I know I'm a hot topic right now but I really need my beauty sleep.~" My voice husky. I peaked a groggy socket opened. To see Killer holding Dream as Nightmare stood in some sort of the whitened walled kitchen.

Most of the walls in sight were beaten by overgrowth. The whitened walls of the kitchen having some sort of mold and water damage. Turning my head to what I was on, I was met with a white sheet. No doubt covering a weather damaged couch.

Slowly sitting up while hissing from the slight pain in my back, I caught the top of a black blanket that was thrown over me as it fell from my chest. My lights caught a cord that ran from me to some sort of bag with liquid. Raising a brow at it, I glanced around the room.

Every single thing had been damaged by some sort of weather. It was an extremely old house from the looks of it. It's turquoise walls scuffed and ragged. A stone fireplace in front of me that sported moss and a brightly burning fire.

No pictures resided anywhere or any of the 'homely' items a house should have if someone's living inside it.

"This house was our great grandfathers. We haven't used it even after we took everything out of it." Nightmare answered question bubbling in the back of my mind.

Throwing the blanket off me, I placed my feet flat on the floor. Going to stand wasn't a good idea. Pain shot up my leg making me fall back as I noticed the tube was connected to my actual soul. My rib cage encased in bandages so I couldn't actually see it.

A heavy sigh left my lips as I looked to my right expecting a broken window only to meet the wide grinning face of Horror. I tensed but didn't move away at his close proximity.

We stare at each other for a moment before Error comes up and whacks Horror on the back of his head.

Horror grunted, whipping his head around to a tall terrifying Error. The tall black boned skeleton receiving a growl of retaliation from the axe loving one.

Error chuckled darkly, a shiver running up my spine. I subconsciously scooted closer to Horror whose shimmering light light flickered to me.

Error looked completely unhinged and wild. His long blue opened cloak swaying as he walked past. The sleeves long, complimenting his red and yellow tipped finger bones. Wearing sandals, black sweat pants and a red shirt. The hood of the cloak was down revealing his scarred skull. I mentally shivered at the thought of what happened to the black boned skeleton.

Nightmare sighed, catching all of our attention, "Since none of us can really care for Lust, Horror can. For now." He states while eyeing Horror. It was obvious he didn't trust Horror for whatever reason. But Horror's taken care of me before, he knows that, right?

I blink before I look at Horror from the corner of my eye. He's pouting, the lovely axe he has is propped up against the fire place as clean as ever.

Does Nightmare think Horror is more mentally unstable then he is? Is Horror more unstable then he lets on?

My lips form a thin line as Dream came over to me. I blinked up at him as he gave me a small smile while crouching down. I stilled as he reached under my rib cage- the only person I would trust to even get close to my soul -and extracted the tube.

The lightness of my soul started to fade as I held my head, the world starting to spin. The pain I hadn't really been feeling hit as I groaned.

Dream sighs, "You received more damage then originally thought." He muttered as he cleaned the medical supplies up, "You will be on bed rest for a while." He comments.

Like I didn't already know that.

Horror getting up caught my attention. He went for his axe as he picked it up. Placing it on his back, red magic wrapped around it, securing it. Tuning to me I blinked up at his shimmering eye the grin widening at me.

Is he grinning at the fact that I'm hurt? Or that I'm staying with him for more then a week?

Walking over to me he hooked an arm at my back and the back of my knees, "Am I your wife now you giant lug?~" I teased as pain flared while I was moved.

Horror shifted me in his arms as I hissed. He frowned at me but said nothing. Giving him a tight lipped smile I crossed my arms.

~

Now I would say Horror home was nice, if it wasn't smack dab in criminal infested streets.

I don't think even Dust lives this close to the middle of the district.

His house was cute though. I'll give him that with his white picket fence, rose bushes out front. His home a nice white color with two floors. It looked homely and nice. His home seemed more clean then my one bedroom apartment that I rarely used.

Horror walked inside, into his living room.

This place is so clean!!

I stared in awe at how neat and tidy Horror was despite his, mental instability. Being placed on his reddened sofa, Horror shuffled off somewhere as I looked around. It seemed like he'd been here everyday.

The world spun again. I groaned while rubbing my face with my hands.

Stupid wounds.

I grumbled to myself as I laid down. A soft pillow laying on the couch was soothing against my painful back. Laying an arm over my sockets my mind came up with nothing as I laid there.

Horror soon came back with a bowl of more soup. I'm starting to believe the only thing he knows how to make is soup. Still I took it gingerly an ate.

It tasted better then last time.

I crossed one leg over the other so my bloodied pant leg wasn't actually on the couch.

Horror, noticing my predicament shuffled off with a large grin. Going somewhere out of sight as I stared after him strangely.

He came back a few moment later with a large shirt and pants that seemed way to small for him.

Handing them to me he left again.

I placed my soup on the end table behind me as I changed into the new clothes provided.

This is a huge shirt. Damn.

It was large and white at it hung low on my left shoulder. The pants he had given me were just the right size.

When Horror came back his face flushed in color as I resumed eating my soup with a raised brow.

Does Horror-? No he couldn't. I'm a literal slut. He doesn't deserve someone like me.

I shook my head of those thoughts.

~

Over the next- very hilarious -two months I constantly teased Horror resulting in him messing up on many things around the house. When I was actually able to get up and move it got worse for him. Poor guy.

I guess I was trying my best to ward him off. If his feeling did actually start developing.

But in trying to get him to be disgusted with me I- my feelings for him grew. I started wanting him to get flustered whenever I did something to tease him. Dejected if he wouldn't give me attention. Even cooking for him. I loved cooking but never had anyone to cook for before.

I rubbed my face, knowing I needed to get back to Zolomin. Knowing I was already good enough to actually go back to work. But I didn't want to.

This is so fucked.

I was in love with a criminal. A mentally unstable one at that.

In the bathroom I honestly looked better then I had in years. Maybe Horror saw how lifeless I'd become? No that wasn't it.

Heaving a sigh I left the bathroom in my new clothes, well, old clothes. I had gotten them from my apartment since Horror had told me I could get them as long as I came back within the hour.

Same jacket, crop top, shoes and pants. I looked sexy once again.~ Only after I leave this time I wasn't coming back.

Rubbing my face as I waited for Horror to get home. The front creaked open a minute later as Horror came in.

He looked more, unhinged then usual.

I gulped, "H-Horror sweetheart! Welcome home!~" Cooing at him nervously.

Gone was the calm aura which was strange since he never came home like this.

Shit I'm even calling this place home now dammit.

Horror, in the dark, place his axe against the normal wall. I couldn't see him very well but I could tell he was all bloody from whatever Nightmare had him do, "I-I'll get something to clean you up." He was honestly scaring me right now.

I walked into the kitchen when I felt him behind me. Stiffening when he wrapped me in a strange embrace. He felt unusually wet. All his clothing did.

Looking down at his arms I visibly deflated seeing as it was all just water. Did he remember how pale I was when he first came home covered in blood? I didn't have time to wonder as I was pressed against the counter top. My palms gently pressing against the surface as one of Horror's hands turned my head towards his.

Opening my mouth to ask him what was going on, I was instead silenced with a kiss. Soft and tender as if testing the waters. Shock over took me as he continued to kiss me.

Eventually I melted into the kiss. As I tried to twist myself around. Horror growled making me shiver. He wanted compliance so I stopped resisting.

He chuckled as I stared up at him with eyes of want. I ground against him suddenly and he grunted. Gripping my hips he kissed down my back as I shivered.

Despite the fabric separating us I felt him pulse against me.

This might be fun.~

~

I woke in Horror's bed with an arm across my waist. Sitting up I stretched, the blanket falling from my body.

Hearing Horror groan beside me, my lights rolled as I gingerly took his arm off me.

I froze the moment I looked at my arm since half of it was still covered in purple magic. Looking down at my stomach, a small upside down heart laid in the softly glowing magic.

Wha- How- Do we? Do, I?

Many questions filtered through my skull as it tried to comprehend the predicament I had gotten myself in. I knew I liked Horror but I didn't realized I liked him that much.

I loved him. I loved the mentally unstable, axe loving skeleton that almost gave me a heart attack once.

I wasn't against having this child but. What if Horror didn't want them? What about my job? Zolomin? What if I was left alone without Horror to raise this child with. So many downs, not enough ups.

I stiffened as I felt a large hand encase a quarter of my waist. A thumb running under where the soul is. Slowly turning to Horror, absolute adoration blanketed his face at the sight of the little soul.

All the stress I was just feeling falling to rubble as his expression. Knowing he could feel more emotion then he let on. He was propped up on his elbow as he looked at him. Love weaved through his eye light as my own sockets bubbled over in tears.

I knew then and there Horror wouldn't leave me. He loved me too, as I loved him. Lunging forward, I gave him a kiss.

Knowing your lover had a lot of enemies was one battle. Knowing anyone that wanted to hurt he one you loved was another. I would protect Horror and our child. I wasn't going to leave them alone like I had been.

Horror kind of stuck me with my own little gremlin anyways. This little bones may have put everything on hold for me. But it's in a good way. I wouldn't want it any other way.

-

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*sips apple juice*

So I was debating on an ending for a bit.

It ended like this.

I'm never writing something this long again.

For a while at least.