Having been punished for defying Nightmare's wishes, Horror was tasked with keeping Lust prisoner. However, something unexpected happened between the two-they developed a connection, a budding feeling neither could ignore. Trapped in an alternate un...
As Horror helped with the remaining decorations and missing food, the others readied the beer and prepared to storm into Dust's room. Horror had stayed in the kitchen with Killer since he was still busy perfecting Dust's morning coffee, and also placing the finishing touches on his cake. Chocolate confetti with chocolate glaze all over the damn thing, just as Dust described his cake of preference.
Killer was busy lounging all around, playing with his beloved Knifey as Horror did everything. Horror finally finished his work and admired the piece. He looked around, thinking of what to do next when he caught a glimpse of Killer taking selfies of himself with his beloved weapon. He stared at him, kind of surprised that he wasn't as nervous and excited as himself. "Hey, did you even get him a gift?" he asked, seeing that he was all relaxed. "Of course, I did!" replied the black-teared skeleton. "A pack of Chesterfields, his favorite smell of all time. You know how much he binges on this nicotine brand." He also added, seeming so proud of himself. Horror shrugged; he couldn't argue with that since all he said were actually facts.
"So, what did you bring to the table? Huh, big guy?" Killer asked as he drew closer to the large skeleton, almost mockingly. Horror froze, he couldn't just tell this guy that he bought a stuffed animal for Dust. I mean think of it! Dust and stuffed toys? You would be the laughingstock for years! Horror gulped, falling into silence. The teasing skeleton chuckled and replied, "And you asked me what my gift was!" before leaving the kitchen. Horror honestly knew that he didn't mean to hurt his feelings, but he was too embarrassed to speak when he realized what he just bought for his best friend.
He sighed out of annoyance and brought the cake to his hands before leaving the kitchen shortly. He watched as Killer hummed around and watched his big friend carry the cake to the table along with the other food that Dust was known to eat. Eventually as they waited, a blindfolded Dust was led to the dining hall by Cross who was trying his best not to blow the surprise. Dust groaned as he was forced to wave his hands around to try and not to bump into anything along the way. Killer quickly grabbed the kazoos and excitedly handed the extra ones to the others. This had to go as planned...
Dust groaned as he stood still and heard all the shuffling and almost inaudible giggles that could still be heard. He was getting anxious about it all until Horror counted down.
"1....", Everyone got into places.
"2....", Dust placed his hands on the blindfold.
"3....", He pulled it down.
"SURPRISE!!!" everyone shouted in chorus. Dust stared at everything in surprise; He was completely stunned by all the decorations. Cross handed him his morning coffee and Killer yelled loudly, "Happy birthday Dust-mite!!! Let's eat your breakfast!". He was speechless and Horror gave him a good 'Ol slap on the back, saying the same thing as Killer.
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Everyone was having a good time at Dust's birthday party. It wasn't a full on out disco and DJ party but it was majorly fun due to the people there and what they were having. Everyone drank and ate some cake while celebrating Dust's day of birth. The mudertime trio especially were wild as a lion. Nightmare was there but he only sat on a chair, keeping an eye on them; making sure that they didn't go to far.
Horror was by the tables, trying to eat to his heart's content but his mind was cluttered. Lust kept popping up in his mind for some reason and the alcohol he had drank finally started to take effect. He felt all...woozy as his mind drifted into another place. Everyone thought it was just alchohol doing Horror a number but Dust noticed the strange behaviour. He knows what Love and Alcohol does to people anyways and It hits them differently when mixed, and Horror just happens to fill out the sheet.
The birthday-boy approached the drunken-giant before elbowing him lightly on the arm. Horror turned his head in response and he was met with a question from Dust, "You okay?". Horror nodded and shoved a bunch of food into Dust's hands. "Eat.", he said and Dust looked at it. "Hey how's your prisoner? Who did you pick anyways?" He asked and Horror froze up at that, his cheeks getting little more..."bloody".
Dust looked up and noticed Horror's reaction before realizing it. "...Lust is doing fine..." Horror replied before taking a big bite out of his Bread Roll.
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Dust eyed the man up and down before cracking up a twisted smile. "Let me guess, is someone on your mind right now?" He asked and Horror stopped chewing before rushing to reply, "No, Lust isn't on my mind...". "I never said anything about Lust." Dust replied, catching Horror by the hook.
"Fuck." The large skeleton cursed under his breath before the multi-colored eyed skeleton laughed at him. "Don't worry, it's no shame." He reassured and Horror looked at him. "How did you figure me out?" Horror asked and Dust stood still.
He actually didn't expect for this to go far.
He took a sip of his drink before blushing away. The way he knew was through experience with Blue and he wasn't up to revealing everything to this sleuth. Horror raised a nonexistent eyebrow at him before turning the tables around, "How did you exactly know?" He asked and Dust internally screamed at him.
"Just a hunch, usually people at the bar do the same." He answered confidently and Horror asked again, "And who were you drinking with at the bar?". Dust gasped at him, shocked that he knew about Blue...
"That's confidential, and since it's my birthday, tell me what's up with you and that slut." Dust said, redirecting the point of the conversation. Horror frowned at Dust before pointing out, "He's not a slut...". Dust rolled his eyes before snickering at that, "Yeah, yeah, Drunkard with a crush.".
"Well...he's my prisoner and he actually listens..."
