Lemon Boys

Prologue

The winter wind blew heavy, there was a snowstorm evading the town. Dust was trying to make Papyrus warm by gathering blankets and made sure that the fire in the fireplace was still crackling alive. How funny how the name of the fireplace is so literal and yet he was thinking of it more figuritively. He sat down beside his brother and both hugged each other, engulfing each other's warmth. Dust looked out at the window and watched the snowstorm make a horrible scene outside in their garden. They were gardeners. Their father had already passed away and it was only the two of them left. Fortunate for them that Dust was just in the right age to take care of his brother and was not taken to a foster home or an orphanage.

Clash!

Sounds of glass shattering was heard. Dust jumped off from the bed and went to check out what had happened. As soon as he reached by the kitchen, he saw their kitchen window shattered, he expected that a rock or branch had hit it but there stood a man wearing a jailor's outfit underneath a heavy winter coat. The heavy cold wind made him more anxious when he finally realized that this man was a criminal and they had broken in their house and feared whatever the man will do to them. Flaring up his left eye and a bone appearing in his hand, he tried to threaten the man to leave or else he'll call the police. The man laughingly scoffed.

"Aren't ya gonna welcome someone in especially there's blizzard out there?" His voice was rather husky and deep, making Dust tense up a bit more.

"You belong in prison!"

Just then Dust's younger brother came running in, wondering what could be the cause of the noises. "Brother, what's going- oh! A visitor!"

"No wait!"

Too late. Papyrus pushed pass Dust and came running towards the visitor he thought so of. Without any waste of a second, the man grabbed Papyrus in a swift motion, causing him to startle when he realized that he was holding a knife by his neck. Dust was about make move but quickly stopped when he noticed that he was pinning the knife closer to Papyrus's neck. "Stop! I'll- I'll do what you want and get what you need. Just don't hurt him." With a satisfied smirk, the man ordered Dust a few things to get. A few clothes, money, a few valueable things, a bag and some matches.

Dust was full of worry and fear, he didn't want to loose his brother too. He didn't want to loose his only family.
So he had to do what the man said.

He gathered some of their clothes, he didn't care if they're fit for the man, he wasn't specific about what clothes to get. Papyrus was the only thing that was in his mind. He took the saved up money he qas hiding and grabbed a few valueables he could find, as well as matches and then put it all in a bag. By the time he finished, he headed back to kitchen where the man was waiting irritating because Papyrus was trying to console him from what he was doing. Dust became more worried because the fact that there was now oil all over the place. Dust knew where this is going. Slowly, he handed all the things the man asked to him and asked him to let his brother go.

"Where's the match?" The man asked as he finished searching in the bag and then slung it over his shoulder.

Dust didn't reply.

"No matches? Well good thing I have my trusty ol' lighter here." Dust's eyes widened in shock as he stared at the man who pulled out a rusty old lighter. "It may look old but it helps a lot, you know?" The man gave a happy smile before lighting up the oil they spread across, and then decapitating Papyrus afterwards, pushing him into the fire.
Dust was now full of range and anger. They were robbed, their house is now is on fite and his only family now dead. He wanted revenge, he tried to attack and get closer to the man but the fire had already spread quickly, blocking up his way and the man was able to escape. Dust leapt through the flames and tried to catch up with the criminal, only to be slowed down by the cold, heavy snow.

He lost him.

He looked around and saw his house was brightly flaming across the house's wood, devouring every each it can reach and bite. Dust felt his legs weaken and he fell onto his knees. Heavy hot tears rolled down to his face. He lost almost everything. Soon enough, he heard sirens wailing but his mind buzzed with thoughts of promises and memories.

He will try to
seek Revenge.