"I hate wearing this damn thing!"

"Well, it's your fault for accepting it, without reading the fine print."

"How was I supposed to know that this would happen?!"

Two Skeletons were sitting on a hill, one of them was wearing a black and red crown, while the other one was wearing a white and red crown.

"I can't wait to figure out how to shift the form of this thing." The first Skeleton rolled his spiral eyelights, while the second one chuckled, and he adjusted the crown on his head. His diamond shaped eyelights twinkled as he shuffled closer to the other Skeleton.

"You should change it to a name tag with instructions on how to deal with you, when you're being fussy."

"I am not fussy Dawn!" The first Skeleton yelled. "I just like things going right the first time! I don't like having to do things again, besides, aren't you the fussy one, thanks to how you react to certain taste, and texture, of food?"

Dawn growled. "It's not my fault that my body rejects what I eat! I can't help it Dusk!"

The two of them growled at each other, slamming their foreheads together, as they yelled and screamed at each other, until Dusk yanked the crown that Dawn was wearing, off of his head.

"I'm going to punt this thing so hard, that the only way that you can get it back, is to eat some of those damn strawberries that you have been avoiding!"

Dawn scoffed, as he grabbed Dusk's crown. "That's not going to happen, since I'm going to punt this thing so hard, that you have to sit through a day of those etiquette classes that you skipped, to get it back."

"Okay then... It's a deal." Dusk smirked. "The loser also has to wear a dress, for a week."

"You're on."

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Happy birthday Firehedgehog, consider the first chapter of First Act, your birthday gift from me.

Anyway, I liked the idea of Dusk and Dawn, so much, that I decided that they needed backstories, proper ones, to really explain how they left the impact that they had, on my little Runaway's Multiverse.