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Dust sighed and sat beside Horror at the table. It was lunch time, the gang and Cross were there. "What's wrong, Dust?" Horror asked him.
"We got this weird assignment for history."
"Can't be any weirder than what Ms. Karen gives." Error replied.
"We have to choose this event that happened on the news and write some sh!t on it. I chose some murder case that happened a few years ago at. . . Eighty something, at the end of Daily street."
"Eighty seven."
"What?"
Cross looked over. "Eighty seven. And it wasn't at Daily street."
Dust checked his phone. "How do you know?" Cross just smiled in response. "Wait. . ."
"I like my true crime podcasts." Cross chuckled.
"Jeez, what'd they do to ya?" Horror asked.
"Do you really want to know?" Cross replied, slightly sarcastic.
". . . Actually, no." Cross hummed. His attention went back to his food. Horror sighed and leaned against Dust. "This is messed up. . ."
"I know. . ."
"Though if you want to know about more crimes, Dashwall Street is a good icebreaker." Cross said suddenly.
"How did you get yourself into this mess?" Killer asked. Cross shrugged in response.
"Is it weird that I want to know what he's saying?" Error asked.
"I wouldn't say so." Cross turned to Error.
"What is wrong with you people?" Dream walked by for only a moment and heard them.
"Don't get me started-"
"Cross, no."
"Anyway- what's wrong with murder– wait, no. . ."
"Everything is wrong with murder." Dream replied.
"Rhetorical question!"
"I'm leaving." Dream left.
"Can I have that?" Horror pointed at Dust's food.
"Sure." Dust pushed his plate in front of Horror.
"Thanks!" He nuzzled Dust real quick and then began to eat.
Cross cleared his throat. "Gay." Killer and Cross spoke at the same time.
Dust threw a beehive at Killer. "I hope you're allergic."
"WherE DID YOU GE—" Killer shrieked.
Dream heard his boyfriend's scream and came running back. "Killer?!"
"Aw, sh!t. Golden Boy's gonna murder you, Dust." Cross said casually.
"And you're just going to sit there?!" Dust got up as Dream glared at him.
"None of my business."
"I know that!" Dream has got to be some sort of Bee Overlord because he snapped his fingers at them and they flew away.
"Night, your brother's a Disney princess." Cross said to his boyfriend.
"He gets the status from me."
Cross laughed. "Guess so."
"I'm covered in f**king nectar!" Killer groaned and punched Dust.
"Hey!" Horror latched onto Dust's arm to prevent him from falling.
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Under The Mask
FanfictionMasks. Cross knew all about masks. He's been wearing several for as long as he can remember. He won't let his mask slip. Not now. Not ever. One of his classmates -the most feared in the school- thinks otherwise. Ships: crossmare, errorink, kreme, ho...
