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Minor problem

An: get your FUCKING crumbs.
Disclaimers: minor swearing, small violence/gore mention

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They were a minor problem. An Inconvenience, really. He didn't bother him.
They really didn't bother her.

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"Ant, what the hell are you doing??" Boom asked, glaring to the syringe
"Just leaving something for my partifeband :3" Anti-science replied, the sound of placing dirt and typing could be heard.
"Don't touch my room. I'll kill you again-"
"Okay boomy!! I'm all done anyway"
They skipped away, doing god knows what. That marriage was a fever dream, but roses at the doorstep? This seemed a little cliche, but just a small problem to be cleared.
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That nuisance had broken their walls. Crying, the exposure, it was to much. This...problem was growing larger. That bloody syringe needed to die. Boom did not care how, or who did it, they needed to pay god damn it.
...Why did their touch feel so damn comforting, anyway?

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Passing notes was a childish activity, however the Anti-science seemed to have committed to this gag already. Boom didn't mind so much, he supposed. Was kinda annoying to read his handwriting.
Ei scribbled down the address, preparing themself for the 'divorce' battle.
That would make this easier. Just a minor problem. Nothing to bad.
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You could see the steam coming off the explosion. Pacing around the wooden floor, small sparks and embers flew up.
Vitriol. Rage. Brains flowing out.
Anti had to bloody DIE. This couldn't have happened. What did they do wrong to die to that?!
Vexed. Cross. Faces red with anger.
How could this happen? Were they more powerful then she anticipated??? A fear of them mixed with the rage.
Resent. Wrath. Bodies close in one final battle.
Words fluttered in and out. They couldn't think straight. What did that asshole do to eim?!
Chagrin. Dismay. Lips against each others in hidden moments.
It's just a little issu-
What was that last one.
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Trick or treating. Simple, fun activities. Tape had eaten the cinnamon packet, aggravating him for the next hour.
"Grabs you~~! Trick or treat >:3"
No.
God.
Not them.
Anyone but him.
Taking a step back, thoughts plagued her head before sliding the Horrors some cinnamon.
"Um. Cinnamon."
Whywhywhywhywhy.
They wanted to scream, get out of here. Away from them. Please. Not the syringe. The killer. Why would they come here. Getoutofmyheadgetoutofmyhead
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
Ei basically zoned out for the rest of the conversation. Pissed off, and praying for the downfall of anti.

"Happy Halloween, love."

It took a minute. His brain overloaded hearing those words, and she internally lost it.
Love.
Love.
Love??
This can't be what love is.
It can't.
They'll...they'll figure it out later. Just make it through this conversation.
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Minor Inconveniences.
Anti science was a minor problem, really. Not someone to worry about.