Chapter 7 - Rude Awakenings

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Demencia had found Flug and Slug cuddled up on Flug's bed and decided to find the two demons in the house to show them (after she took about a thousand pictures).

"BlackHat! Guess what I~ just found-!" The lizard girl teased a bit poking the darker demons arm repetitively. He gave her an annoying look in response.

"What?"

"It's better if you see for yourself~!"

Demencia led both the demon brothers to Flug's room. Opening the door they found Slug with his arms around Flug, his face buried in his hair. Flug was holding onto Slug burying his face into his brother's chest. Luckily nobody could see their faces.

The demon brothers looked in content and WhiteHat leaned into the doorway sighing thoughtfully.

"You know..." WhiteHat began. BlackHat looked over and tilted his head for his brother to continue. "You're lucky to have Flug...he's kind and thoughtful and he's really sweet. Also...I've seen the way you look at him brother." BlackHat's eyes widened.

"Haha...What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean."

"No idea..." BlackHat just looked back at Flug and thought. Then smiled to himself wondering if this is what love felt like. Of course BlackHat wouldn't know. He's a demon after all. The worst demon of all time. Nobody could love a monster like him. Or at least that's what he thought.

Flug stirred in his sleep a bit causing Slug to wake.

Slug looked around seeing everybody in the house staring at them both. Slug rubbed his eye then realized he wasn't wearing his paper bag and neither was his brother.

"GET OUT!" Slug yelled on accident. Flug's eyes shot open and began to freak out at the sudden yelling.

"What?" Flug asked, his voice shaking slightly. He was still laying down his head tucked tightly into Slug's chest not wanting to know who he was yelling at or for them to see his face.

Everybody that was in the room before left. Flug and Slug were now laying back down. Slug still had his arms around Flug who was slowly remembering the conversation they had before they had their nap.

"Slug..?" Flug whispered.

"Yes?"

"When I...die-"

"You are not going to die." Slug looked down at his brother.

"Promise you won't you won't let that happened? Even if it means going through drastic measures?" Flug asked, leaning into Slug.

"I promise. Can you promise me that you won't die?" Slug asked.

Flug stayed silent for a second before responding.

"I promise."

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