hey guys wanna read about cross murdering his family like an absolute fucking chad?
DUNNO WHAT POSSESSED ME TO WRITE THIS BUT I FUCKING WROTE IT SO
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Cross stared up at the ceiling, his expression blank. Killer slept at his side, his head on Cross's shoulder. In the meager red glow of Killer's soul, a shiny black pistol could be seen in Cross's hands. Cross spun the weapon in his hands, flinching every time the trigger squeaked. It was empty, of course. Cross wouldn't carry a loaded pistol.
Killer shifted, mumbling sleepily, but stayed asleep. Cross glanced at him, a fond smile breaking out on his face. "Oh, Killer.." In Killer's arms, Falx slept peacefully, the babybones giving the tiniest snores. Cross watched them warmly, his forefinger tapping the sleek barrel.
Silent, ever so silent, Cross took a magazine and pushed it into the gun. The safety lock clicked under his thumb. Just three bullets. Three bullets were all it would take. He cocked the gun, and Killer stirred. "mm.. Cross?"
Cross smiled even as he angled the gun at Killer's soul. "Yes, love?" Killer didn't open his eyes, sleepily nuzzling Cross's shoulder. "Go to sleep.." Cross shook his head, his smile weak. "I will. I promise. Go back to sleep, Kills."
B A N G
Killer's face twitched, his eyes opening just a little, but it didn't last.
B A N G
Falx didn't make a sound. He squirmed, his little face scrunching up, but it didn't last.
Cross tipped the gun back, slotting it just under his own jaw, ignoring the two piles of dust at his side. He closed his eyes tight, a tear escaping. "I'll see you in the morning.."
B A N G
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THAT WAS DARK WHOOPS NO EXPLANATION HAHA SORRY
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