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💔Crying Stars💔 Outer x Killer x Colour

Warning:
Love potions
Kissing
Swearing
Drugged Killer (metaphorical)
Emotionless (no positivity) Killer
Killer's perspective, 3rd person
Torture
Betrayal

You are warned!!! It's not the nicest... don't read if sensitive!!!

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Killer sat next to Outer, the bright star-y sky above them. He liked it a bit bland but pretty.

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They were hanging out once again, this time enjoying a nice-cream together.

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Colour had decided to join them, Outer and Colour were really friendly. It made Killer smile.

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Colour said he loved Killer. He loved Killer?

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Outer said he loved Killer... they both loved this emotionless freak? How...

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Colour heard Killer's reasoning, "I can't love you back!"

"I can't feel positive, not with strong amounts!"

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Outer heard the same things. "I can't feel love on my own."

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Why does he deserve this? He doesn't deserve to be happy, why would being happy make a difference to how many people he had hurt?

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Colour showed him something, "it'll help us."

It'll help us?

Why did he hesitate then. It would have made someone happy, they would be happy!

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"It'll help you!" Outer smiled, holding the same thing.

It'll help me...

No, he doesn't deserve help. He doesn't deserve the happiness they would bring him!

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Nightmare didn't like their friendship, he said Killer was going to pay. He said karma was coming.

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Get away... don't touch me. I don't want to see you. I don't want to be with you. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!

"I HATE YOU!"

They stared at him... I don't want this. Why did I do that?

"Killer... it's okay." Outer reassured, stepping forward. He moved out of the way, crawling to the corner. He didn't recognise the room, it was dark. So very dark. The only light was hung from a dripping ceiling, like an old factory office, an abandoned factory. He couldn't scream for help, why would I want to? They're my friends... right?

Colour walked forwards, the same vial in hand. "This'll help you!" Killer flinched, his soul pinging inside it's restraint.

"I don't-t want help!" Killer screamed, his head pounding loudly. He doesn't deserve help.

Outer knelt down infront of him, "it's okay, you've just been controlled. Nightmare won't change your soul, you can have a life with me." Killer felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.

Plastic stars which had some sort of glowing substance causing it to look more natural than five pointed shapes were stuck to the dripping ceiling. Outer loved the stars, they were beautiful in his eye. Killer couldn't see them like how Outer did, he only saw that orange glow on the expense of a grey Gradient of sky, he knew there was other shades to that plain sky but he just couldn't see them except a very dull shade of red. He liked real stars.