CRK oneshots lmao

♧♡"Expedition Disaster."

𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐘𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐤
𝙼𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛: 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙱𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝙸𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚢 & 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜; 𝙰 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 1𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍, 2𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. :)

~~♧~~
It all started with a single expedition. They were being sent far from the kingdom, way into the dark forests, a high-risk zone for those without good weaponry.

They chatted happily along the balloon ride, both bragging about the monsters they would defeat..

And yet, neither could ever predict what would happen on that journey. It was as if the gods above hated them, striking them with bad luck.

First, the balloon almost went down, just before Mala Sauce successfully lit the flame, saving their lives by a mere string.

They were wrong to ease down.

…….

It was when they arrived did things go completely wrong. Milk and Yam both got separated from their group completely, lost and simply holding hands to stay close. Both of them yelled, but it was to no avail. They called out for their teammates, praying to someone above that they would hear their voices.

Yam couldn't even process how much it hurt to see his lover's terror. The fear swimming in his pale blue eyes was enough to sting his heart.

Yet, he never even noticed it; He assumed it was merely the stress of being alone.

That was his greatest mistake of all, pushing off his boyfriend's fear for their safety.

Their trip dragged by slowly, and all they wanted was to return to their group- No, their friends.

Yam refused to admit that he saw them so closely, but he began to view them as..Some kind of siblings.

Grumbling, he clutched his mace harder, the other hand being held by Milk.

He could hear Milk's breathing speeding up, panic setting in; It was silent.

Far too silent.

..Especially for a forest known for hauntings caused by the angry dead souls from below.

He squeezed the other's hand, an attempt at comfort. His boyfriend always got stressed during moments of deafening silence. Milk stayed quiet, his breaths still quick and shaky.

..Divines, he would always regret not turning somewhere else. Not directing his lover to another clearing, where mangled parts of a destroyed beast lay in the dirt, a ruby red eye glowing up at them.

When it slowly assembled itself, he was horrified.

Yam wanted to turn and run, lift his boyfriend up and make a sprint in the opposite direction, but his knees stayed locked into place, boots dug into the dirt.

The stone creature growled at them, howling out a deafening noise in anger.

If he could travel back in time, he would; He would do anything to stop Milk from grabbing out his staff and attacking.

..Because in the mere blink of an eye, Milk was down on the floor, blood pouring from his head, staining his heavenly white hair. His usual robe was covered in blood and dirt, yet he still kept going; He wished that the man wasn't such a fighter.