The start of a new relationship and two new Characters yeeted into the mix, well, kinda three
_______________________________"Really?" Cross let's go and Killer does the same before nodding. The Oreo smiled before cupping Killer's face and pulling him for a kiss, it ends rather quickly as someone says 'ew' loudly behind Cross. He pulls away and looks behind himself. Chara sticks out his tongue as he floats quietly. "I have no idea what happened but that was ew."
"Are you alright Cross?" The Oreo turns around and kisses Killer on the cheek. "Yes. Sorry I thought that I heard something." The ghost rolls his eyes behind Cross before he floats behind Killer and puts up two fingers behind his head as if they were horns.
Someone knocks on the door and Horror peeks inside the kitchen quietly. "Sorry to disturb you two but.. I have information that is rather important.." Killer mentions for the bigger skeleton to walk inside and that is exactly what Horror does. The big skele fidgets with his sleeve as he looks at the two of them. "Nightmare, the guy that we worked for is in prison but just to.. be sure that he won't come back Dust hired two killers to take care of him.. He won't be a problem anymore.."
Ink and Error were great cleaners and killers for hire, they would destroy the victim and make sure to not leave any traces before replacing him with an ink creature that looks the same. They take a big amount of money for their job but it is worth its price. Tho there is something unsettling about trusting a demon with no soul and a fallen angel that sold his to the devil, at least that's Horrors opinion.
The Oreo lets out a small sigh of relief at that. The sound of something opening catches his attention and he looks at one of the drawers, Chara is looking inside it quietly, he turns around as he notices Cross staring and blinks. "What?" He rolls his eyes, noting in mind to teach the kid to not go through people's drawers later. He turns his attention back to Horror and smiles slightly. "That's good. We need to tell you something as well. Dust told me about.."
Cross isn't sure how to say it for a moment. "About the feelings that you two feel for me and.. we decided to give you two a chance with Killer." He looks at the bigger skeleton and the other wastes no time in coming closer to the two of them and pulling them into a hug. "Thank you!" The Oreo smiled before his gaze lands on Killer and he stiffs a small laugh. The skele huffs and hugs back awkwardly.
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As two figures were running on the buildings in the middle of the night, the demon's in the shadows looked in curiosity and fear. The wings of the two might be not used that often, deformed in one, only a decoration at the point but their will to survive and their legs are strong as never.
They slowly make their way beyond the prison wall, jumping and gliding, one hanging with their strings and slowly sliding down. The cameras are easy to break, especially when you know where those are. It's not like it's their first time breaking into that prison.
"Ink, do we know the cell?" The artist turns around and nods before running ahead, the other, his partner in crime, running close after him. Once they are at the place Error is disgusted, looking at the one that they are supposed to kill. He is behind a glass like a fish in an aquarium, not even aware of their presence yet, camly reading.
"Do we have some splitting potions left? It would be boring to have one of us fighting and another just sitting there and looking." Error looks through his bag and picks out exactly what they need, he shatters the glass and quickly throws the mixture at their target. To his surprise instead of making 2 weaker versions of said individual the potion seems to burn their target like some acid.
Nightmare is hissing, thrashing until something that looks like a big amount of slime leaves a small unconscious skeleton behind and starts heading straight for them. Ink pushes Error away, pulling out a knife he tries to stab the thing but It just goes through it and he quickly jumps back.
Error gets up and picks up a big plastic box out of his bag, puts it on the slime and holds it so it won't come out. Ink sweats and watches for a moment but once nothing happens he lets out a sight of relief. "That dimension bag is really useful. What do we do with this thing and him?" Ink points at the skeleton.
The other skeleton quietly teleports the slime along with the box into the ocean before walking to their target and picking him up. Whatever that slime was, it was surely on him for a long amount of time, the skeleton's bones are pure white but really weak, Error can tell that just by holding him and he is light, way too light to be considered normal. The fact that he is dressed in a student uniform doesn't help in solving the situation at all. Just what exactly happened?
"I think we should take him to the one that gave us this job and ask what to do."
"Orrr we can just give him to his brother. We killed whatever that slime thing was and what is left is uh.. this. " Ink points at the skeleton and outstretches his wings that he kept folded behind his back. Error glares at him. "we will talk about that at our place, stop stretching, your wings may hit something and alarm others."
Ink glares back at him. "Well at least I can stretch them, mine work and don't look like the ones from those geese with the angel wings disease." Error starts walking away quickly with the skeleton still in his arms. The demon curses at that and starts running after him."Error, wait I'm sorry!"
The other turns around sharply and ink almost runs into him if it weren't for him stopping quickly. "Shut up and finish the job. I'll meet you back home." The demon nods before looking away. Error walks away with the skeleton and Ink sighs as he goes back to the cell and starts painting a replacement for the stolen prisoner and cleaning up the glass.

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The Crime King
Fiksi Penggemar"You truly are an idiot!" The spirit hissed the words out like poison as he glared at the wounded skeleton who was clinging to the balcony at night. The skeleton called Cross, only sighted quietly and watched the cops go by on the ground. __________...