Unrequited LOVE

•Chapter 17•

Finding a room to stay in was pretty fun, especially with Horror helping. He dragged you down various corridors, eagerly showing you everything there was to see. After a fair bit of exploring, you found the perfect room.

It was on the smaller side, outfitted with a simple bed, desk, and dresser, all colored various shades of black. The real treat was that it sported a comfy-looking window seat, something you'd always wanted to have.

"Horror, look at this one!" You held the door of said room open for him to inspect.

He lumbers over and peeks in. "heh. nice choice."

"You think?"

He nodded slowly. "this room was my... second choice when i came here."

You tilt your head. "It was? Where's your room?"

He points to one of the doors further down. Deep claw marks dig into the dark wood, making it look like it was attacked by a rabid animal.

"We're almost roomies, then," you grin.

"...roomies..." his perm-grin widens. "does that mean we can have... sleepovers?"

My sweet summer child. "Sure, Horror."

"...can't wait," he pats the top your head. You snicker at the gesture.

"what're ya two weirdos up to now?" Dust's unmistakable voice cuts through the air. You turn, finding said skeleton leaning against the wall, smirking deviously.

For some reason, you blush. "F-Finding a room. What about you - sneaking up on people without their permission?"

He shrugs. "eh, pretty much. but don't worry, i won't kill ya."

"I hope not," you place a hand over your heart in dramatic fashion. "I thought we were friends, Dusty."

Horror snorts.

Strangely enough, he doesn't threaten you like last time and merely laughs along.

Perhaps I've passed that friendship barrier yet, you think gleefully.

"...you're so weird," Horror comments.

You gently smack his arm. "Don't say that like you aren't guilty, too, mister."

Dust cackles. "you're right about that. he's got some weird kin-"

Horror practically leaps over you and smacks his whole hand over the offending skeleton's mouth. "dust."

You can't help but wonder; was he... was he going to say 'kinks'?

Dust makes a strangled sound, though the mirth dancing in his mismatched eyelights tells a different story.

"Go softer, Horror, I think you're choking him," you point out teasingly.

A noise suspiciously similar to a laugh emanates from Dust's nonexistent throat.

"hey, what's going on here-..." you whirl around, coming face-to-face with none other than Killer.

Oh fuck me-

Horror's eyelight contracts as your cheeks burn from embarrassment. "uh..."

Dust remains unfazed and chokes out the worst sentence known to monster-kind. "h-heh. harder... d-daddy."

You stand in incredulous wonder. Did he just..?!

"what the fuck-" Horror flinches back as if burned, releasing Dust's skull.

Killer makes an awkward coughing noise. "yeah- bye."

Then he shortcuts away, leaving the three of you to stare at each other. Dust, newly released, winks in your direction. "guess the pressure really got to him, huh?"

Dust please-

Horror growled and wrapped a massive arm across your shoulders. "...we are leaving. now."

You wholeheartedly agreed. "I should probably get my things from my pocket, too."

Something in Dust's gaze changed. "wait, you're going back there?"

"Yeah? You're my friends, but I'm not going to steal your clothes," you failed to notice the way Horror's eyelight contracted at the word 'friends'. "That's just plain rude."

"what if that pocket's infected? we ain't letting you go there if it is."

Aw, he cares. "It shouldn't be. I've maintained a barrier there for years."

Horror tapped your shoulder, making you look up at him. "...we should... ask nightmare."

"Ask me what?"

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