Prompt: Hide and Seek
Fandom: Hollow Knight
Characters: Tiso, Sharpe, Colosseum Fools
Date Published: 11/26/2020
TW: General Tiso bullying, murder, swearing

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Tiso hummed, tapping his shield rhythmically as he ignored the whispers and the chatter of the fools. Ignored their harsh words. So what if everyone hated him? It was for the better. He perked up at the sound of the Little Fool yelling angrily and footsteps approaching the entry way. His eyes widened and he held his breath as another bug black as the night walked in, hood bouncing and eyes narrowed into a glare. He watched as the bug stopped, mouth twisting up into a smirk as his hand raised and pointed at Tiso.

"I fucking found you, you asshole." Was all he was able to say in the silence before the room was filled with curious chatter. Who was this bug? Why were they looking for Tiso, of all people? Tiso only grinned once he got over his shock, laughing at the newcomer. "Darn. I thought I did good this time~" He cooed, and some of the fools went quiet, watching the exchange.

"I will admit, hiding in an entirely different kingdom was a good idea. I searched the entirety of Pharloom thrice because of you." The bug walked over to Tiso, pausing before smacking his hooded head lightly, earning a loud "Hey!" in response. "I thought you died, little brother. It's not kind to make your siblings worry like that."

The fools gaped. Brother? The weakling had a family? Said family cared about him?

Tiso sighed, grin faltering as he listened to the fools. Of course that would be their first question. He ignored them, staring his brother in the eyes in a silent challenge, watching as the older took in the conversations and frowned, asking a single, silent question. Tiso shook his head slightly, looking to the ground. He didn't raise his head when his brother was questioned directly.

"Are you really related to that piece of scum?"

The older tensed, before nodding curtly, "Yes, I am related to Tiso. My name is Sharpe."

"You at least have the sense to bring a weapon. Good to know you're at least more intelligent than that sack of dung." The fool laughed, and Sharpe's eyes narrowed, clearly upset at the treatment Tiso was getting. He glanced to his younger blue clad brother, who avoided his eyes and resumed tapping on his shield. He mumbled something about it being fine, that he was used to this. No need to start a fight. Sharpe's claws twitched, and he started to tune out the fool talking about how he was so much better than Tiso, how he was so much stronger. Then, he mentioned a name, one Sharpe didn't recognize. By the way Tiso looked up so quick that he heard a crack, it was clear the younger knew the name.

"... What did you say?"

"I said that Tumm kid is probably just as bad as you. Genetics, am I right? If there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the kid."

Tiso glared at the fool, venom in his expression, and his voice dripped with a fury Sharpe had only heard from their mother once, when someone had tried to hurt one of the them. He idly wondered when Tiso would have had a child, but he wasn't surprised. It had been years since he had seen his brother, after all. Tiso growled at the fool, a quiet threat being all he says. The fool laughs in his face, and Tiso makes a move for the nail kept beside them. He takes it, earning shock from the fool, and before he knows it there's a nail buried in their stomach, easily breaking through the hard exoskeleton and cutting through vital organs. The first thing Tiso notes is that the nail is not his, and a quick glance to Sharpe reveals that it was he who stabbed the fool. He yanks the nail from the quickly dying bug, looking down at them in disgust. Tiso hums in approval, looking up when a claw enters his view. He takes it, a small smile pulls at his features, and he doesn't let go of the others hand even after they've long since left the colosseum. Not even when they've wound their way back to Tiso's home, and he has to deal with other people. 'I think' Sharpe hums idly 'I rather enjoy this.'

He continues to hold his younger brother's hand, gently stroking the back with the tips of his claws, listening to his laughter and watching him interact with his children.

Yes, he thinks, he enjoys this quite a bit.