Sansest One-shots sans aus

💔☁️Music is our connection☁️💔

Song: Misery business by Paramore.
Multiships:
Killer x Cross
Dream x Cross
Dust x Killer x Horror
Nightmare!!! (He's mama-nootmare!) (oh... maybe Error x Nightmare!)

Teenagers
Fluff - ☁️
Angst - 💔

Warning:
Cheating
Relationship problems
Arguments
Homophobic parents
Gore
Beatings
Self-harm mentions

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"Guys!" Killer runs into the music room, "do we have a concert on sunday?"

Dust looks up from the microphone he was trying to fix, "yeah, we have one on sunday. Why?"

Killer's hand shifts, showing the 9 paper tickets from in between his index and middle finger. Dust walks over curiously, Cross sat up from the seat he was in.

"Why have you got tickets?" Cross questions, standing up and walking over to them. Killer moves his grip to show what the ticket was.

Dust looks at it confused, "these are for Saturday, why are you asking about Sunday?"

Killer smirks, "well... last time this happened we all got; overly drunk, probably drugged, kissed atleast everyone in the group once, ran along the street and then fell asleep at 5am. We wouldn't be able to make it for the concert. I'll just take the tickets back." He takes the tickets from Dust's hand, noticing he had his phone in the other and safari open. Killer looks at his phone, "you searched my tickets up?!"

Dust looks at the song list, "we need to go!" He glances at Killer, who was fuming at the fact that Dust ignored him, "well~ I didn't know the band."  (How stupid does the radical bruhs sound for a band name??)

Killer sighs heavily, "how are we gonna go and still be straight for Sunday?"

Cross shrugs, "why not we just get a couple of drinks between us? I'm sure we could survive on half each."

"No." Killer says, looking at Cross like he suggested the impossible, "I cannot, and will not, go through a concert without atleast 2 drinks."

Dust smirks at him, "it doesn't have to be alcoholic." Cross takes the tickets from Killer, glancing at them curiously.

"It does!" Killer whines, "I will not survive it unless I can't focus on anything except the music."

Just then, Horror and Nightmare walked through the doors. Both were holding one bag each.

"What's going on?" Horror asks, placing the bag down.

"Killer bought tickets for a gig but it's for Saturday." Cross explains, passing Horror the tickets.

Horror glanced at Nightmare then at the tickets, "we aren't doing anything on Saturday, right?" Nightmare nods.

"Nothing on Saturday, on Sunday they have a concert though." Nightmare points at Cross and Dust then glanced at Killer.

Horror's eyes shimmer, "oh yeah, I said I was gonna help with the drums." Dust nods.

"Well we should start practicing?" Cross wonders, walking over to the keyboard behind him and sitting on his stool.

Killer looks at Nightmare then down to his bag, "but it's lunch time... I'm hungry!" Nightmare holds his bag out for Killer, Killer quickly snatching it from Nightmare.

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"You have too many tickets." Dust murmurs, looking at the tickets that were in Killer's back pocket then back up to Killer.