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Killdip- Is Change Possible? 2

Tyrone's POV:

After signing loads of paperwork, Kill and I made our way to the Mystery Shack. We had remodeled the old place, making it look a lot more tourist friendly. "Well, it actually looks halfway decent now." Kill chuckled. He still had a cruel sense of humor. "And let's see if you can act halfway decent." I growled back. Kill looked over at me, pretending to be hurt. He placed his hand on his heart and turned his head away. "Who knew a little boy could be so hurtful!" He said, mocking me in a high-pitched voice. "Look Kill, I'm so tired of your bullshit, okay? Just...try to have a heart! For the sake of humanity?" I mumbled. 

For once, Kill actually looked serious. He looked sad. "Listen, Tyrone. I do have a heart. I just don't give a shit about your pathetic little dimension, or you. I honestly would love to see all scared, and afraid. I respect this entity for trying to kill you!" He yelled back. I was shocked, to be honest. Back when I was a kid, Kill never showed any other emotion than schadenfreude. Now, he gets serious, or sad. "I'm only doing this so I can see my family. They need me right now, okay? Not for you, or anybody else. So don't you dare say I don't have a heart." He finished. I looked up at him, nodding and leading him to the front door.

Ford and Stan watched Kill with heavy eyes. Kill sat on the couch, smirking as their expressions got angrier. "That's it! Put him back in the asylum! Look how he's smiling at me! Such disrespect." Ford yelled at Kill, who covered his mouth and chuckled quietly. I gently grabbed Ford's shoulder. "Grunkle Ford, he's just smiling. He promised not to do anything!" I reassured him. He gave Kill a disgusted glance before walking off into his science lab. Mabel decided a more...kind approach. "Do you want some Mabel Juice, Kill? I just made some!" She giggled and held up a cup of blue sparkling soda, with dinosaurs and gummy bears floating around in it. Kill raised his eyebrows, as if he was interested, but pushed it away. "That looks like radioactive rainbow puke." He gagged quietly. I sat next to Kill, making him look over at me with an innocent smirk. "I thought I told you to be nice!" I yelled quietly. Kill crossed his legs and looked around. "And you told me your family wouldn't try and poison me." 

I groaned loudly. Kill laughed again, but not an evil laugh. A happy, genuine one. "It's adorable when you're mad." He grinned. I felt my face slowly form into a smile too. "Anyway, I'm tired! Where do I sleep tonight?" He did a fake yawn, stretching his arms. "Well, we don't have any extra beds, so...you'll have to sleep with me." I said. His eyes widened, a slight red blush covering his cheeks. I tried my best not to giggle, and thankfully I held it in. "Come on, I'll show you where my room is." 

Before you ask me what schadenfreude is, it's German for a person that finds pleasure in other people's misfortune.