Questions, Horror

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Dust asks Horror a lot of questions

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"Hey Horror what do demon's do with sinners down there?" Dust looks at the demon expectedly but instead of answering him Horror freezes before looking away quietly.

"Dunno.. but whatever it is you'll better not know." Dust can tell that it's a lie but he doesn't push further. The mortal scoots closer to the demon and wraps his arms around him, trapping him in a hug.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Horror smiles a bit and hugs him back tightly. "Thank you."

There is a notification sound. Dust looks at the table where he left his phone and reads the message quietly.

'UwU Daddy nootmare says that we are going for some ice cream. You three sexy dumbasses better join or else QwO' it's a message from Killer.

'Boss says that we are going on a mission in town. You all have 30 minutes to prepare before meeting at the front door at exactly 10:30 am or else I'll drag you there myself.' Cross sends the less confusing message and this time he doesn't make the mistake of replying to Killer.

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"Btw Horror. Why do you always have a newspaper when Killer is around?" Dust looks at Horror and the demon turns around to look at him.

"Isn't it obvious? I don't want you two innocent beans to fall for his traps." Horror huffs and turns around again. Dust walks to him as they continue to walk.

"Horror I'm not innocent. I was even with Nightmare." The demon freezes slightly. "And Cross??"

"Well uhm.. he seemed experienced when he kissed me so."

Horror looks down in disappointment. "Give me a moment." 

The skeleton walks a bit ahead of the group.
Nightmare gives Dust a glance but doesn't say anything.

The moment they reach the church Nightmare feasts on the souls of those morons that dared to even try to enter the demon world. And makes deals with the few remaining ones.

Actually Dust has no idea why Nightmare took them all in the first place if he can do the job himself.

Perhaps he was scared of leaving them all home alone? 

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