Fells exes- fanfic,undervese au

Chapter 3: "Smokescreens and Secrets"

The room felt unusually quiet after Horror left for his mission. Fell sat at the kitchen table, leaning back in his chair with a cigarette perched between his fingers. He took a slow drag, letting the smoke curl lazily in the air as his exes gathered around him, curiosity gleaming in their sockets.

Killer was the first to speak, because of course he was.
Killer: "You're smoking again? That's, what, the second time this week?"

Fell didn't bother looking at him, exhaling a steady stream of smoke instead.
Fell: "And?"

Cross: "You only smoke when you're stressed."

Dust: "Yeah. So... what's eating you this time? Couldn't be Horror, right? I mean, he's only been gone ten minutes."

Fell didn't respond immediately, instead flicking ash off the cigarette into the ashtray. The silence stretched until Killer leaned closer, a grin creeping across his face.
Killer: "Oh, it is about Horror, isn't it?"

Fell sighed, taking another drag before finally meeting their collective gazes.
Fell: "Why do you all care so much?"

Cross: "Because you're being weird. All smiles and soft words whenever he's around. And now you're stress-smoking the second he leaves. It's suspicious."

Killer: "And funny. Mostly funny."

Fell gave them all a flat look, letting the cigarette hang loosely from his fingers.
Fell: "You really wanna know why I act 'nice' to Horror?"

The exes leaned in, curiosity piqued.

Killer: "Enlighten us, Red."

Fell took one last drag before stubbing the cigarette out with a sharp flick of his wrist. His voice was calm but edged with irritation.
Fell: "Because Horror's not a bitch like y'all."

The room went silent for a beat before Killer burst out laughing.
Killer: "Wow. Way to dodge the question."

Fell: "I'm serious." Fell leaned forward, his tone growing more pointed. "Horror's a nice guy. Maybe a psycho, but who here isn't? I'm being a nice guy to the nice people. OK?"

Dust tilted his head, his sockets narrowing.
Dust: "Doesn't explain the smoking, though. Or why you look like someone kicked your dog every time he leaves."

Fell's jaw tightened, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. He hesitated for a moment, as though weighing his options, before finally sighing.
Fell: "Fine. You wanna know the whole truth?"

Killer grinned, gesturing for him to continue.
Killer: "Finally. Spill."

Fell's gaze flicked between them, his voice dropping slightly.
Fell: "I actually dated Horror for two years."

The air seemed to freeze. Dust's smirk faded into something closer to surprise, Cross straightened in his seat, and Killer's grin faltered before returning, sharper than before.

Killer: "Wait. You? And Horror? For two whole years?"

Fell: "Yeah. Two years."

Cross: "Does he even know?"

Fell: "No. He doesn't remember. Thanks to his memory loss, he remembers me, but not us."

Dust leaned back, crossing his arms.
Dust: "So why not tell him?"

Fell's expression darkened, and the faint tension in his frame became more pronounced.
Fell: "Because it doesn't matter. He's fine not knowing. And you all..." He pointed a finger at them, his voice low and threatening. "You're not gonna tell him, either."

Killer raised a brow, his grin widening.
Killer: "And if we do?"

Fell's smirk returned, cold and dangerous.
Fell: "Then you won't be able to see anything ever again."

The weight of his words settled over the room, and for once, none of them laughed or teased. Even Killer, who usually loved pushing boundaries, decided to let it drop.

Later that day, as the exes sat at the table, they couldn't help but exchange glances.

Cross (whispering): "So, Fell and Horror. Didn't see that coming."

Dust: "Makes sense, though. They always did have that... connection."

Killer: "Still funny. I mean, Horror could snap him in half if he wanted."

Fell walked into the room just in time to hear that last comment. He fixed Killer with a withering glare.
Fell: "Say that again, and we'll see who gets snapped in half."

Killer grinned but wisely kept his mouth shut.

When Horror returned from his mission hours later, Fell's demeanor shifted. His shoulders relaxed, and the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips as Horror entered the room.

The exes noticed, of course, but they kept their observations to themselves this time.

For now.

This chapter balances humor, tension, and Fell's internal struggle, while showcasing the exes' dynamic with him. Let me know how you'd like to expand on it!