Outcast Oneshot book #3

Just your everyday dose of madness.

Picture is random for the sake of being random.

This chapter is the final chapter of this book, but there is going to be another one! Don't worry.

I have no plan for this chapter. Its all Outcast chaos.

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There was a groan as the angel slowly sat up clutching the side of his skull.

"Oww.. My head.. What.. What happened?" Cupid asks himself, feeling kind of woozy.

He looked at the room around him, and all the 80's horror movie posters were a dead give away.

He was in Hallow's room.

"Keep your voice down.. It hurts." He hears a voice mutter at the end of the bed.

"Fear? What happened? Why are we in Hallows room?" Cupid asks the spider, gently nudging him with his foot.

"...touch me again and I'll break your ankles.. Ugh.. We threw a party.. Romeo found the alcohol and.. I don't remember much else.." The spider hisses and covers his eyes with his arm.

"Oh god is the house destroyed?" Cupid asks, hopping off of the bed.

"Most likely.. I'll be down once I wear off this headache.." Fear replies.

Cupid fixes his crooked halo, and looks over himself in the mirror.

Nothing out of place besides the pumpkin coat he was currently wearing. Along with a pair of his favorite pink sweatpants.

Candy wrappers covered the floor beneath his socked feet.

The angel took a quick look over the widow. Who wore his favorite sweater, but his trenchcoat was missing. And.. Someone had drawn something not safe for work on his forehead.

Cupid covered his mouth to stop himself from laughing. "W-well I'll see you down stairs. I'll make us all some coffee."

As Cupid leaves the room, Fear flips him off.

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Cupid shut the door behind him and quietly walked down the hall as to not wake up or anger anyone else.

There were streamers hanging from the guard rails as he made his way down the hallway. Paper plates had been tossed around lazily.

There were also a few empty soda cans tosses any which way.

Cupid huffed. "I am not cleaning up this crap." He sighs and steps over the piles of trash.

As he turned the corner he didn't expect to step on anyone.

"Ow! Watch where you're going d*ck turd! Let me suffer from my hangover in peace you shit log!" Lockheart snarls swatting at the angel's legs.

"What are you doing in the hallway?" Cupid asks, hands on his hips. Clearly ignoring the insults that were thrown at him.

The imp struggles to stand, his heels causing his ankles to groan in pain. "Aw f*ck me backwards and call me Tasha.. My f*cking head hurts.."

Cupid lifts a brow. "I'm going to ignore that.. Um.. I'm going to make some coffee, feel free to come down stairs."

The imp waves him off as he wobbles the opposite way to get to his room.

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Cupid makes sure to watch his step this time as he slowly walked down the stairs.

He spots a bundle of green and black leaning against the railing.