The Last Member?

CHAPTER #3

Error POV

Today I was in much better shape, well for being beaten to a pulp a day before. Eh- I've seen worse. My wounds had stopped bleeding and I could... sorta walk, I was led to a spare room after the pity party last night. Everyone was very kind to me, more than anyone ever was. They assured me they wouldn't hurt me, which was very comforting. Nightmare said, "If you need anything just ask, we don't want you to get sick or anything, especially since you're already a walking corpse." I was a bit offended but just scoffed and apologized for the trouble as they left. But anyhow, I was practically stumbling down the steps, and trying not to look hurt. I don't want to cause any inconveniences.

When I got to the living room I was greeted with 5 very surprised faces, how kind of them. Nightmare and Cross sitting on the couch while Horror was cooking, Dust was setting up the table for... something...and Killer was sitting on the floor for some reason.

"Woah- Okay, you seem to be healing SUPER fast!!" Killer pointed out while keeping a surprised look on his face. It looked kinda stupid.

"How the hell'd ya do that?" Horror asked curiously while peeking out of the kitchen. Cross and Nightmare were on the-now bloodstained couch, with surprised looks on their faces. Honestly, I still felt bad about the couch.

"I- Uh... D0n't know," I answered, shrugging. "It just alw4ys happ3ned, it's pret7y conven1ent though, I guess it's b3cause of my j0b. If you get what I m3an," Horror nodded, seeming content with my answer and continued to cook. While Dust had just finished setting the table, I had hesitantly sat down on the opposite end of the couch from Nightmare and Cross. The couch was pretty big so there were a few cushions between us.

"Horror's almost done with breakfast... We should go sit down," Dust advised while pointing to the dining table "What the hell's breakfast?"

"I-I...." I muttered and trailed off. I don't want to be rude, I mean, what if it's like a ritual thing?! They seem like good guys, despite their name... So, I got up, stumbled to the next room and just sat at the table. I sat there. Not doing... 'breakfast'. Not touching my plate. Horror had seemed to notice.

"Eat," Horror said while pointing a metal three pronged object at me, I immediately put my hands in the air, not super high, but high enough so that he could see them, my arms were still badly wounded, so it ached, but that's fine. At least I know what to do during 'breakfast' now, but...

"4h- Uh- Can't," I responded, of course I know what eating is, moron. I just didn't know how to do it. I've only ever had chocolate before, and I was made to like it. (Think about it like how a website or computer can only take in certain files types) But my response had gathered everyone's attention. All conversations stopped. I lowered my arms, they were getting tired.

"Why?" Horror asked, glaring at me.

"Uhh- I'm... Not hungry?" I lied, though, I really wasn't hungry. I didn't need to eat. It was obvious that my response wasn't the reason I wasn't eating though.

"Don't buy it," Horror claimed as everyone was just staring at me and Horror, jeez, he must really want me to eat.

"What's the real reason?" He asked, putting down his tiny weapon. Or was it some kind of utensil? I don't know.

"I- Uh- Y0u s33..." I muttered. "What if they think you're stupid??"

"I-... D0n't kn0w... h0w...." I sighed. Looking down in embarrassment. This is stupid...

"WHAT?!" Killer butted in, jumping out of his seat, "I- Uh- Sorry-" he muttered, sitting back down. Everyone had the 'wtf is wrong with this guy face' on with varying levels of shock and/or worry. Horror just looking horror-fied.