Three Bitty Monsters (REWRITE)(DISCONTINUED)

I Fucking Hate My Hate

You got out of the house after breakfast, not looking at Murder and ignoring the side looks from the other two.

Hopping on your car, you decide to research into what 'Monsters' really were. And pick up some necessities.

Also if their normally that small.

A quick drive to the library and a few google searches later you had an idea and a larger suspicion that you fucked up more than you thought you originally did.

Turns out, Monsters come in all shapes and forms, and 'Skelatons' had a particular history behind them, but due to people thinking it's mearly a legend, a lot of ot was lost.

One thing you're certain of is that their not supposed to be that small, fuck, if they were regularly sized, they'd probably all be taller than you.

So something was wrong with them, some type of spell or 'intense magical deformity' had turned them like this.

You were about to dive back in when a spark in your soul let you know you needed to get your shitty prescription.

You scoff and check out a few books and head to the pharmacy.

You walk in a bit anxiously and sit down to wait, reemerging yourself in monster history.

You waited till an employee was open and ignored the way her fingers tensed as she read your prescription note.

You begrudgingly took the bottle and fought down the bitterness as she scampered away quickly and into the break room.

Who cares? All it makes me do is stupid promises and annoy me? As long as I take my medicine it can't hurt anyone. Prick.

You grumbled some incoherent swears as you trudged out the door and fuitfully glared at the bottle filled with the small capsules that stop you from murdering people.

You hated taking the bitter medicine.

You hated the awful crawling on your soul when you didn't take it.

You hated the looks you got when you bought your medicine.

You hate it all.

𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕥, 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟.

You ignore it and threw your bags into the backseat of your car and grip the wheel, breathing heavily as it tries to worm farther into your head.

"fuck off." You whisper, trying to will it away.

𝕌𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕖.

"Eat shit and die, asshole."

ℝ𝕦𝕕𝕖.

"Bitch."

~time skip~

After a lot of bickering and traded insults, you arrive back home.

Exhausted.

You're completely exhausted, and due to the silence from Mr. Bullshit Promise Man, he seems to be as well.

You two don't talk much, do you?

Who cares? He- FUCK, it, can't read my thoughts and all it's opinions are stupid regardless. Who cares.

You storm in your apartment to see the skeletons playing with cards about as big as they are, and you see raised 'brows' at your apparent bad mood.

"Soooo..." Horror starts, and you feely an intense urge to strangle him.

"How's it going?"

𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖.

"Fine."

𝕃𝕚𝕒𝕣

"Liar." You hear Horror say as you almost drop your medicine.

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕥.

You ignore b̶o̶t̶h̶ them and put your stuff up and you hear one on them teleport behind you.

"Do you need something?" You inquire, and you can just imagine the shrug.

"Nah, just wanted to annoy you."

𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕡 𝕠𝕟 𝕙𝕚𝕞.

"No." You say, and you internally panic for a second.

"What do ya mean 'no', am I just not allowed?"

You turn to see none other than Horror staring at you, and you put on a fake act.

"Exactly, my house my rules."

From the living room room you hear Killer pipe in.

"I rule that you're a little bitch!"

You snort and it seems Horror does too before you flip him off.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘?

"Fuck off." You say to both Killer and your 'buddy' as you head to your room where your cat is waiting for you.

Before you close the door, you hear an angry chime.

𝕆𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕘𝕠𝕕, 𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕪𝕖𝕥.

My hair, you inwardly think as you turn around and the skeletons look up.

"What?" Murder asks and you're reminded of the awkward incident from this morning.

"Have y'all figured out how to, y'know, leave yet? Or should I just drop you down Mt.Ebbot and forget about you."

They stare at you like you're an idiot and you take that as a no and turn to slam your door.

"Wait."

You stop as Killer comes forwards.

"Yeeeessssss?" You drag out.

"You could actually be on to something, taking us to Ebbot."

You fight the urge to die at the thought of climbing that damn mountian.

"Okay."

You shut the door, leaving an aggravated skeleton and a laughing... Whatever the fuck, in your soul.

You lay down and ignore them swears and laughter and fall into an uneasy sleep, Scotch's warmth besides you the only comfort you have.

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Heeeeyyy, sorry if this chapter is a cluster fuck with misspelt shit, I got sick and am too shit-feeling to go proof read.

You have a 'friend' in your soul.... reminds me if something from glitchtale... Hmm...

881 words.