Color au- soulmates (sanscest)

Ichy buttox

City is pronounced Seles- there is the usage of a slur (f**got), I am part of the community and would never want to offend anyone by the usage
As opposed to the title, this chapter does have quite dark elements (TW: slur usage, abuse, graphic harm, drugs)
It does have elements of comedy (hence the title), but not until much later in the story)
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It was a normal Thursday for a small skeleton in the city of Cheles. Every day is the same. Wake up, go to work, and walk until it's too dark to see, praying to find someone who catches his eye.

After so many years, he doesn't have much hope that anything will come of the nightly walk, but he was quite lonely, and the fresh air was pleasant.

Looking through his boxes, he finds a shirt he thinks looks nice and checks the tag: Red.

Internally cheering, he throws the shirt on and finds some discarded basketball shorts, throwing him on. He doesn't feel the need to check the color since all his basketball shorts are black. He would only wear black given the chance, but his work wanted to appeal to the 'happy soulmates' who come into the shop.

Throwing on his shoes, he closes the door behind him with a tad more force than necessary, cringing as the window shook slightly.

He felt left out, all his friends and family having already found their soulmates, gushing about the 'blue' sky, and the golden yellow of the sun.

With a small growl, he sullenly walks to the bus stop, plopping on the seat hard enough the lady next to him looks up from the book she is reading, just to roll her eyes as soon as they meet each others.

Guess I can check her off of my 'potential soulmate list'.

Soon enough, the bus arrived and he got off, arriving at the shitty cafe he would love to quit if it wouldn't leave him homeless.

The quaint atmosphere seemed to do nothing to dull his anger as he looks around to the chalk wall lined up against the side of the store for customers to draw against; no doubt filled with hundreds of colors he could only dream of seeing one day.

"Hello, Fell! Glad to see you made it here safe!" The bunny cashier gave a warm and energetic smile to him as he gave a heavy frown and walked to the back to grab his apron.

His shift went by uneventfully, much slower than he prefers, but work seems to cause every minute to feel like an hour hen you don't enjoy what you do.

As he was hanging his apron up, his manager decides it must be time to make his day just a little bit worse.

"So, as you know, we get several complaints from customers about your 'attitude'. Now, we love you here, don't get me wrong," the cat monster nervously gulps, looking toward the scowling monster in front of him, then quickly back to the floor.

"We have decided as a company that we cannot have you working here until you can manage your anger. Until further notice, we are giving you an extended leave, and the owners have decided to personally pay an anger management program."

Glaring at the floor, he growls lowly flipping the other off as he makes his way out of the quaint shop he 'used' to call his workplace.

"Anger management.. I don't need no fuckin' anger management. Who tha fuck does he think he is." Fell mumbled angrily, stomping toward the bus stop. 

Coming upon the shaded seats, he stops short as a small group of men stumble toward him, clearly drunk out of their minds.

"H-hey, come here you *hic* fag" the tallest one slurred, his friends giggling histarically at the insult.