Torn

𝘍𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

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❝𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮?❞

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          The silence in this room was dreadfully deafening, the only thing heard was the big guy in front of you scratching the inside of his eye socket. Speaking of eyes, you're pretty positive that yours were dilated, wide and shaking with fear. Fuck this, truce or not you're sure these guys will jump you the second you're alone! Hell, the one with his hood down was looking at you with a crazed look in his eyes, his head slightly tilted downwards as you gave you a stare that you're sure was sucking the life from you.

Gripping your bandages just a little tighter and letting your breath hitch ever so gradually, you gave Killer a side eye, hoping he would take the bait and drag you out of this joint. However, since he was seated three chairs away from you, as per request by you, he could do nothing but stare down at his own hands in his lap. He was messing around with a small knife under the table, turning it every which way and cleaning it of spots of... whatever the hell he killed last night.

You swore you tore your bandages from how hard you gripped them when the big dude with a gigantic hole in his fucking head decided to speak up. "So... Hows your alls.... brothers...?" The silence that entered the room was slightly funny, but so thick you could smell it. Killer chuckled a little before placing his knife a top the table.

"Not sure, ask Dust."

"Don't ask me shit."

Wow! Such a lively group of people, you're sure you'll make it out of this castle alive by the time Error is back! Giving the three weary eyes and assuming that their brothers are more than likely dead, you looked back down and into your lap, noticing blood seeping through your bandages. You winced slightly at the sight, you guess that picking at a freshly patched wound wouldn't be the best idea.

A sigh escaped Killers 'lips' as he kicked back in his chair and crossed his legs on top of the table, crossing his arms behind his head and giving you a queer look. "Whabout you Y/n? Got any siblings, or did you kill them too? My guess is that you're an only child. There's no way you were taken by Error and not talked about." Slowly, but surely, the other two skeletons looked over at you. The big one stopped picking at his one blacked out eye, and the one (Who you're assuming is Dust) Lifted his head and let his white eye lights flicker over you.

Your breath was stolen from you once again as you were faced to face with killers, literally. These are monsters who kill day in and day out for what? Fun? Emotions? Trying to build a purpose for themselves? And they chose to ask about you??

You lip quivered as you thought about what you had learned while you were dead, about your sibling. The red that stained your hands seemed to bright to be real, the way it oozed out the wound, onto the coat and seeped and embedded itself into the snow. The red covered your knees and lower legs and some of your forearms as you sat a top your kin. Your memories were often fuzzy, but this was one that was clear as day, and it never left you alone. It always haunted the back of your mind, sweeping your thoughts over in a hazy cloud of worry, doubt and panic.

In your own thoughts, you heard a scoff that made you look up. Dust, you think, was now crossing his arms and looking the other way. "Guess she is an only child. If she has nothing to say then she has no sibling. Either that or she doesn't care about them-"

"No!" You looked up from your lap, slightly scooting to the edge of your chair as you clutched your chest. You caught the others by surprise, especially Dust. He looked you up and down, noticing the anger boiling deep inside your soul, it was quick to boil over once that one comment he made escaped his throat.