Three Bitty Monsters (REWRITE)(DISCONTINUED)

What Are You Doing In My House?

"What are you doing in my house?" You asked in an almost shocked state and you felt Scotch's claws dig into your shoulder.

"Uh... How are you?" The bloody one asked.

This motherfucker-

"What are you doing in my house!?" You almost yell and your shock drains away and you feel it be replaced gradually by something else.

Anger.

And by god you were fucking pissed.

And they likely could see it two, how your grip tightened and how your teeth clenched.

"Heh heh..... How are you?" It said, more forcefully this time, and you swore you saw... Sweat? Sweat go down it's skull?

Not only is that impossible, but really fucking weird.

"What are you doing in my house, you little shit!" You yell, and your hand snatches out to grab it, and you almost get it, you actually feel it's boney frame in your hand. You almost had it.

Until it, and the rest of it's buddies, decide to fucking evaporate into thin fucking air.

"Oh fucking- Christ on a stick, where the hell did it go."  You mutter.

You didn't have to wait long for an answer.

You hear a clack of bones and you grab a kitchen knife from your knife block and quickly stab down behind you where the tiny fuck is at.

A mistake.

You miss, and you look up in time to see a flurry of bones shoot at you.

Right at your hand.

"Ow! Fuck!" You growl as you almost drop your knife and stumble back, while also getting a reminder from your cat that he was still on your shoulders.

"Now, I think that wasn't very knife." The dusty one said and your swing at it, hoping to grab it or smack it or something.

Nope.

It fucking evaporates.

You let out a frustrated noise, something between a growl and a swear as you turn and resentfully glare at the two skeletons, now behind you and on your dishwasher.

"Oh really? Well it's not very nice to follow a little collage fuck into their apartment and refuse to answer a simple god damn question." You snap in frustration and, quite honestly, exhaustion.

"Geez, meatbait. Your not having a good day."

"Well fuck you to."

You and the bloody one glare at each other for a moment before it crosses your mind.

Where's the crying fuck?

You would look behind you, but that would mean leaving the other two out of your sight.

Hell no.

Yet, it seemed whatever bad luck you were having disapated as your cat jumps off your back, on to the counter behind you-

And thank god you get the hint to duck as the blaster shoots at you and leaves a black burn mark on your roof.

You hear a swear, and before the other two could say anything, you jump up and over to your cat.

Who has tear's in his mouth like a rat.

"Oh shit-" you hear from one of them, you don't know which.

You grab the small skeleton from Scotch's mouth quickly, making sure to trap it's arms and put your thumb on it's throat so if it trys to pull ANY shit-

-You could quite easily snap it's little neck.

You turn around and hold it out in front of you, where the other's could see that you had it at YOUR mercy.

There were a few dusty looking blasters and an arsenal of pointy, bloody looking bones pointing at you, and both bloody's and dusty's eyelights were gone from their permanetly smiling faces.

Although you could see some small, very small, white pinpricks in tear's eyes, and it seemed almost.... Afraid?

Perhaps you managed to jog an emotional response out of the seemingly empty little tyke.

And they noticed it to, and seemed to tense, like it wasn't normal for it to feel anything.

You know that you got them.

"So, I'll ask this one more time."

They finally seem to take you seriously.

"What are you doing in my house?"

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After this is published, I'm starting on the next chapter?

You also have a hostage! Hooray! And you seemed to.... Scare the unscareable?

Scotch is the best boy!

Let me know if anything is misspelled!

708 words.