Chapter 1 : The King Of Ghosts?!
"Dang it Killer, what did you do this time?" Cross groaned, as he glared at the summoning circle in front of him, where Killer stood a few inches from him.
He could see the cheeky grin plastered on Killer's face, that he wanted nothing but to wipe off the idiots face. Seeing that idiotic grin on Killer's face meant nothing good, and he always had it on his face.
Shouldn't that mean that Killer is always planning something dumb up his sleeves?
It was probably that case, and Cross would rather not deal with any of Killer's stupidity.
"A spell." Killer answered in a sing-song voice, as if he didn't stated the obvious.
Cross let out another grunt, as he glared at Killer and the circle that was drawn on the floor with the chalk beside Killer. He could see the book on Killer's lap, where it had the enchantment for summoning whatever entity Killer had in mind that he wanted to summon.
He didn't wanna find out who it was, nor Cross wasn't willing to wait for Killer to summon the being that was written on the book.
"I know it is a spell, but for what?!" Cross snapped at Killer who seemed entertained by Cross's anger.
Of course, what should've Cross expected in the first place? For Killer to read a book about how to cook food, because Killer badly needed that after almost burning the kitchen down for the hundredth when Cross had left him to get the order he was going to pick up from Fluffytale. He had only left for a while, and somehow Killer managed to burn something up in the short amount of time Cross had left him.
Don't ask how Killer had done that, because Cross couldn't imagine how Killer had done something as dumb as burning the water. How does someone even burn water?
It was water, how can you even burn water?
"I dont know." Killer shrugged his shoulders, while he flipped through the page of the book that was on his lap.
If Cross squinted his eyes, and tried to look even harder, maybe he could at least read a few of the words that were written in the book. Or maybe he could get closer to Killer, snatch the book, and read it?
Would reading it mentally would still activate the spell? Cross always wanted to know the answer to that, but he was never the type to risk something he didn't even know what he was risking for. He would rather stay on the safe side, even if Killer called him a coward for that. Besides, Killer would be thanking him once all of this was over.
"You don't know?" Cross repeated, as he squinted his eyes, and let out a huff in disbelief.
Only Killer would do something as dumb as this, that Killer and Ink would have gotten along in this type of situation. While Killer would try to cause mischief, Ink was known to be forgetful, and most of the time the creator chose to do unthinkable things that no would believe without a proof.
"Yeah, I don't know?" Killer answered with a shrug of his shoulders, that made Cross question himself on why he still decided to stay with a group of unhinged maniac killing machine Sanses, rather than stick with Dream who seemed far more decent, rather than whatever this was?
Cross wanna take a day off, or he would rather take the offer that Dream made him, decades ago? He don't even remember how different the timeline when Dream offered him that, all he knows that it had been that long. And the question is, would still Dream accept him even if it had been long since he offered Cross that position?
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