Outcast Oneshot book #3

Throw back to nostalgia.

Since I just drew all of my boys in their old outfits out of boredom. I decided that my boys need a little character development.

So, this is the pilot. Don't forget my boys are always changing with each month that passes by.

Basically, after this fic, pick whichever one of my boys you want to know the back story for. I've gotten new ideas lately and have been wanting to try them out.

Whoever has the most votes will be written first. Have fun!

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Six skeletons sat in the old library, helping the shortest skeleton sort through the old books once again.

Every few months or so, Fear wanted it all sorted differently. He'd do it himself, but since he wasn't created with extra hands, he needed the rest of the squad to help him.

And each time, he had a couple more dozen books to add to the pile. He's read all of them at least fifteen times. Yet he never grows tired of them.

Hallow helped him get the books to the highest shelf, carrying the thicker ones with signed covers.

Fear wasn't weak at any sense no, but he needed the extra muscle. And Hallow had strong legs so that helped as well.

Cupid dusted each of the shelves, although he couldn't fly that high, he dusted them the best he could.

Coby was pretty lazy with helping, he'd move the books slightly then drop them. Which made the spider hiss in annoyance.

Asher helped pick up the hardback covered books and dictionaries and stacked them neatly, he was strong as well being a police officer and all.

Lockheart sat by the fireplace with his arms crossed, refusing to help, the same usual scowl on his face. He had been asleep in the library before the parade of idiots came in and disturbed him. 

Which resulted in him getting a harsh slap in the back of the head by a strong spider leg. When he growled he found the spider smirking down at him.

"What's your problem!?"

"You. Now make yourself useful and sort that shelf by color. Now." Fear narrows his eyes.

The fallen angel rolls his eyes and reluctantly gets back on his feet, he walks over to the shorter bookcase and starts rearranging the books by color just like the spider had asked.

Cupid looks over at his brother in shock. "Lockheart, you're not wearing your heels."

This causes the other four skeletons to look over in confusion, staring down at the fallen angel's feet.

His heels were missing, instead he wore red heart slippers. His tail swished in annoyance as he crossed his arms. "Yeah so?"

Cupid set the duster down and walked over to him, and looked him over. "Its been such a long time since I've seen you without them."

"Dude, that's so weird." Coby comments, rolling on his stomach to see the fallen angel's slippered feet.

"Oh my god. You're so tiny!" Hallow snickers from the ceiling.

Red eyes burn holes into him. "Shut the f*ck up or I'm shoving those books up your ass. With my foot."

"You're so cute and small!" Asher joins in on the fun, walking over to him as well with a grin.

"Oh my f*ck. My feet hurt! God! Can't I just rest my legs for five minuets without getting interrogated!? For f*cks sake!" He groans.

Cupid giggles as well, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Sorry Lock it's just.. You're four foot six."